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denpa-dere · 1 month

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house arrest 5

afab!mc x belphie

description: NSFW. You are confined to your room for your own protection. But how long will that last when the only thing standing between you and your housemates is a door and some willpower? Belpharoo to the rescue!

warnings: breeding kink with talk scents/scenting, afab reader with she/her pronouns. dom/sub dynamics. Spoilers: choking.

tags: @love-and-fiction

|| Intro || Mammon || Asmo (mini) || Levi || Satan (mini) || Beel || Lucifer (mini) || Asmo || Belphie (mini) || Belphie || Barbatos (mini) ||

What you needed was a distraction.

Belphie figured he could make that happen. He shot off a quick text letting you know to count to five, then book it. At the top of the stairs, he swooned.

It wasn't so bad. Half-consciousness allowed his body to fall limp enough to absorb the blows without taking too much damage. The scene proved dramatic, having the others at his side within moments.

He couldn't possibly go to RAD in this state. Please, Lucifer, have mercy? Let him stay home just this once to recuperate?

Despite leery side-eyes and a few biting comments mumbled under-breath, the baby of the family got his way. No funny business, he promised. He needed to rest.

He promised.

Lucifer stalked off, sure to chew a hole through the inside of his cheek all the way to school.

Puffed up on his victory, Belphegor practically skipped his way to your room.

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“Ah, Belphie!” You greeted the seventh-born, “Thank you for covering for me.”

He closed the door behind him, “It wasn't easy. It hurt, actually. And you owe me.”

“I do,” You soothed, meeting him across the room. You gingerly cupped his face in your hands, “Don't think I forgot.”

He leaned into your touch and sighed, smiling dreamily up at you.

“Anything you want,” You breathed, taken in by dark doe eyes rimmed with deep purple.

He reached for your hand, dragging it across his cool flesh, coming to rest at the base of his throat. He cocked his head to the side and hummed, hoping you understood.

With trembling fingers, you slid your hands around to guide him by the neck into a firm kiss. He melted under your touch, allowing himself to be pulled with you; to collapse onto the bed, a heap of tangled limbs.

Belphie sighed your name as you nipped down his neck, featherlight touch drifting to his waist. You ghosted your thumbs over his hip bones, leaving a trail of goosebumps in your wake.

“Oh I adore you,” you murmured against his forehead. You threaded a hand through his hair, gripping firmly at the roots. He whined at the pressure, tilting his head up, giving you access to the column of his throat. You sucked strawberry marks onto his milky skin, earning pretty whimpers to savor later in your memory.

Despite having the strength to snap you like a toothpick, Belphegor was something of a princess. A romantic at heart, he wanted nothing more than for you to choose him, over and over again. He bit his lip to stifle the sweet sounds threatening to spill from between them.

“Please,” He whined, “Stop teasing me.”

You had half a mind to put him in his place for even asking.

“Get your cock out,” You said, voice just breaking a whisper. His pupils dilated, fingers hooking in the waistband of his pants, shimmying the fabric down around his hips. He throbbed against your clothed body, already needy and leaking from his rosy tip.

You gracelessly shoved off your bottoms while he reached for you, desperate to melt together. You were going easy on him and he was losing his patience. Didn't you love him? Didn't you want to make him yours? Instead of voicing those thoughts, he nipped at your wrists, your hands planted on either side of his head.

“Behave,” You ordered, trying to hide your amusement. You never were good at that sort of thing.

You smelled so fucking good. Belphie had been safely sequestered away, content to sleep away this troublesome week. That was, until Beel had burst into their shared room carrying a bundle of your limp form, inoculating him with your heady scent. Ever since, the seventh-born’s dreams had been haunted by thoughts of you, you, and only you. It was humiliating– waking from naps with sticky sheets, a pillow clenched between his legs, his twin shooting him a piteous look that read: ‘I'm sorry. I should have shared.’

It was enough to drive a man mad.

You slipped a hand between your bodies, taking him in your warm grasp. A shiver rolled up his spine when your fingers curled around his length, coaxing a soft groan from the demon. He rocked his hips against you, smearing precum across your stomach in search of friction.

You raised up enough to angle his cock against your sex, slick from his adorable, needy display. You held him there, twitching against your slit, and waited.

“Please.”

There it was.

“Good boy,” Your praise shifted into a moan as you lowered down onto him. The stretch of your velvety walls had his eyes rolling back. Belphie groped at your thighs, your ass, your hips, eventually settling at your waist. Unable to hold himself back anymore, he set in at a feverish pace. He chewed his lip while he fucked you, hissing curses punctuated with high pitched moans.

You were starting to feel, maybe, just a little bit powerful.

You wrapped your hands around his throat and squeezed.

Belphegor thrashed beneath you, eyes wild, and came harder than he ever had in his long, long life.

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Clutched against a content, sleeping Belphie, you were faced with a new problem.

How were you supposed to get him out?

Before you could figure it out, your bedroom door clicked open.

#obey me smut #obey me fanfic #obey me x reader #belphie x reader #belphegor x reader #x reader #love & fiction ✦

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nwjws · 5 months

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VERITASERUM. - LHS

; SYNOPSIS - after gryffindor’s victorious quidditch match earlier in the day, celebrations ensue in the common room that night, and you find yourself dragged into a game of magical truth or dare. when you make eye contact with lee heeseung, your best friend since diapers, the smirk on his face has you dreading whatever question or dare he sends your way.

"do you want to kiss me?"

; PAIRING - heeseung x gn!reader

; WC - 2.8k

; TAGS - one-shot, fluff, barely any angst, hogwarts au, childhood best friends to lovers, gryffindor!heeseung, griffindor!r, truth or dare/spin the bottle trope ; WARNINGS - underage drinking (Plz don’t do this !!!!), kissing

; AUTHOR'S CORNER! i don’t really have anything to say lol

the best thing about being a gryffindor?

the parties.

granted, students will always celebrate a win, no matter what house they belong to. but gryffindor was known to host the best post-match parties. (but maybe you're a little biased.)

gryffindor had won the quidditch match against ravenclaw earlier today by a landslide. that's the fifth time in a row that your house has won in a match - all thanks to heeseung, the team's captain; your childhood best friend since you were eight.

oh, and your crush of five years.

once the match ended, you wasted no time running down to the pitch to congratulate your friend. when heeseung caught sight of you approaching, his face broke into an achingly wide grin, one that sent your heart into overdrive. he spread his arms wide and enveloped you in a hug before spinning you around as you tucked your nose into the nook between his neck and shoulder. he smelled of grass and dirt and was coated in sweat, but it didn't matter to you.

"gross," jake's voice ruins the moment.

looking over heeseung's shoulder, you find jake scrunching his nose at you two.

"couldn't you save the PDA for when you're in private?"

you pulled away from heeseung's embrace and cross your arms across yourself in embarrassment. you missed his warmth immediately. he groans as you retreat from his arms.

somewhere along the journey of growing up, innocent hugs with your best friend gained more implications to their meanings.

"always ruining things," heeseung mutters as he turns to his teammate.

"suddenly, i can't hear," jake smiles with mock-sweetness. he turns to you and nods in acknowledgement. "see you at the party later, y/n?"

"this one over here would never let me miss one," you roll your eyes playfully, nudging heeseung in the side.

by the time you came down from your dorm to the common room, the festivities were in full-blast. half the students looked either tipsy or well on their way to being full-out drunk. you could see people from other houses trickling into the red and gold of the gryffindor common room, streamers and balloons decorating the walls.

"y/n!" you looked to find jay, one of heeseung's friends, had called you over.

"hey," you greeted. pointing at his cup, you asked, "what's that?"

"well, it was originally a non-alcoholic cocktail, but someone had added a full bottle of firewhiskey to the mix."

"ah, so that explains the situation..." you nod in in understanding.

jay pursed his lips. "yeah, and since no one here really drinks much, you can imagine how low the tolerance around here is," he says as he gestures to the common room filled with stumbling and giddy teenagers.

you cringe as you see someone crash into a table, causing the game of wizarding chess another student had been playing on it to fall to the ground. yep, there'll be quite a mess after tonight.

"where's heeseung?" you asked the slytherin, looking around curiously.

"he's gone back upstairs to get something." jay looked at you as he sipped from his drink. "why, is my presence more boring than your boyfriend's?"

"he's not my boyfriend!" you denied, shaking your head so hard it started to hurt.

jay chuckled at your flushed reaction. "relax, i'm just teasing."

"i know," you deflate, pointedly looking away.

it's at that moment you spot jake walking up to you two.

"guys! come here, let's play a game."

"what game?"

"truth or dare." then, he grinned mischievously. "with a twist."

"i don't like the sound of this," you say immediately.

"c'mon, don't you want to play?"

"not really, no thanks."

"everyone's joining, let's go!"

and with that, you were left with no choice but to follow as jay and jake all but dragged you by your wrists.

you all sat around the fire place, with ten or more other students joining in on the fun.

heeseung finally joined just before it started, sitting just opposite you in the circle. you two share a secret smile, one that has you almost forgetting there were other people with you in the moment.

he wore a simple black button up, with the last few left open, allowing the world to see the smooth skin of his collarbones. paired with his black undercut, it was honestly a very simple outfit. it's the little details that made him all the more attractive, and it brought your attention to his pink lips. soft and light in contrast to his dark appearance.

the corners tug upwards into a smile, and you realise he's noticed you looking. you turn away ashamedly and pointedly engage beomgyu in a conversation, ignoring the burning gaze set on you.

jake summons cups full of the (now alcoholic) cocktail in front of everyone, before placing an empty bottle of firewhiskey in the center of the circle. you get a trickle of suspicion that he's the cause behind all of this, but you shrug it off.

"okay. so, as per the rules of the game, whoever spins the bottle is the one asking a question or giving a dare. the person the bottle lands on is on the receiving end of it. if you absolutely can't answer the question or do the dare, then take a swig from the cup." jake then shrugs, stating, "be a pussy and test your alcohol-tolerance, or grow some balls and stay sober."

"you said there was a twist," you remind him. these were all rules of a typical truth or dare game, everyone knew them.

"right you are, y/n!" he smiled brightly, clicking his fingers at you. with a swirl of his wand, he summons a familiar vial labelled 'veritaserum'.

a chill goes down your spine.

"truth serum? wait, isn't it like- illegal to misuse it like this? aren't we breaking some rule about students not being allowed to use veritaserum?"

"it's only breaking the rules if you get caught," he winks. "so, if you choose truth, you have to take three drops of this. that way, we'll know you're definitely not lying, seeing as you can't lie with this in your system." you begin to wonder how many rules jake's broken in the name of fun.

"ready?"

and the games started.

an hour into truth or dare, your cup was half empty.

by this point, jake had half of his left eyebrow singed off, yunjin had become a human magnet, and beomgyu’s mouth and nose had been transfigured into a duck beak. you yourself had half your hair jinxed to a red so bright it hurt everyone’s eyes, but that’s a story for another day.

everyone agreed not to take more than three drops of the truth serum, since no one was really interested in finding out what might happen if they overdosed. besides, the effect lasts up ‘til the morning, so there wasn't really any need to take more every time you chose truth.

not that you chose that option, anyway. the bottle had landed on you a grand total of five times, and you’d chosen dare each time.

it’s not like you had anything to hide, you tell yourself. you just like a bit of challenge, right? right.

after heeseung admitted to having used felix felicis at least once during his games (a little luck never hurt anyone, especially when they won those games), it was his turn to spin the bottle.

heeseung reached for the bottle; you waited with baited breath as it spun around.

every spin that cursed bottle took, you could hear your heart pounding louder and louder in your ears. please not you.

please not you pleasenotyou please-

you lean back and look up to whatever being out there decided to play with you today, because of course it stopped, nose pointed at you.

one look at heeseung’s face doesn’t quelm the uneasiness you’re feeling.

the corner of his lips are quirked up into a subtle smirk, one you can only see because you’ve known him for so long; memorised his behaviour patterns. not even the buzz from the alcohol could stop you from noticing that he’s planning something.

“go nice on me, hee. dare.”

“c’mon, y/n. that’s the fourth dare. are you hiding something from us?” a relatively sober jake asks with a raised eyebrow.

“no, it’s just more fun to complete dares,” you defend yourself.

“it’s fun to tell the truth, too,” heeseung remarks. his intense stare sets a fire in your stomach ablaze. there’s a mix of curiosity and challenge in his eyes.

"just give me a dare," you sigh.

heeseung shakes his head. "i won't ask anything too bad," he says, but you want to accuse him of lying. his questions this game have been the most brutal. and his insistence on getting a truth hints to you that there's a question he really wants to ask.

"please? i'll buy you that one bag you wanted."

"are you talking about the dragonskin one? i only mentioned that once," you say, surprised. your best friend just shrugged and waited for your answer.

if he still planned to hang out with you after this question, then maybe he really didn't plan to ask about your feelings, not in front of all these people, at least. but if you said no, you know heeseung would never pressure you into choosing the truth.

maybe you should have done all the dares you were given, if only so you would have been in the right mind.

otherwise, you would never have asked jake for the vial of veritaserum, which had everyone (who wasn't flat out drunk and were still following the game) cheering loudly.

"truth," you stared heeseung in the eye, gathering fake confidence after your three drops of veritaserum. heeseung grinned that pretty smile of his.

"do you want to kiss me?"

yeah, no. you were a liar (at least, before you took the truth serum). that fake confidence fell away instantly. had you really been looking at his lips that much the whole evening?

"dare." just because you took the serum doesn't mean you can't choose to not answer.

heeseung's smile widened, as if he'd already gotten his answer. he leans in, closer to the center. closer to you.

"i dare you to kiss me."

'oouuhh's and whistles echoes throughout the room, and people who hadn't joined the game turned towards the circle curiously.

you slapped your hands to your mouth in shock, you hadn't expected him to be so upfront. he sat and waited, whether for you to answer his question, or act on his dare.

you don't know if it was the firewhiskey, the chants of everyone saying 'kiss! kiss! kiss!', or maybe the electricity in the air between you two. maybe it was all three, plus the feelings you harboured over these last few years. whatever the case was didn't matter though - not when you went in for it anyway.

in a swift moment, you captured his lips in a kiss, which he reciprocated in pulling you closer, his hands firm on your shoulders. all of your feelings and thoughts pour into the action, setting aside all of the hesitation and doubt to immerse yourself just for a moment.

you couldn't break away, and neither did he. his lips were soft, but so full of life and emotion, fueling you to kiss him harder. a flickering thought that maybe, he felt the same. a small hope that your feelings for him weren't so unrequited. it was exhilarating, treading on that fine line between friends and lovers.

you'll probably realise it was a mistake later on, a kiss that never should have happened between two friends. because friends don't kiss, and yet, you can't seem to pull away.

when you finally did though, heeseung kept you in place, his arm draped around your waist.

"wait," he huffed, panting and trying to catch his breath. you could tell he was trying to gather his thoughts.

you'd been avoiding this, because you had an inkling feeling about the words words he wanted to say, but couldn't. you were honestly scared of what they were: rejection? saying he knew you liked him, but didn't feel the same? pity? disgust?

if he didn't like you back, you would never recover. the end of your friendship - a ten year one all ruined in the blink of an eye. all of the effort you'd put in to it, only to be destroyed by a stupid stupid stupid kiss.

for a long while now, friendly conversations on a winter evening by the fireplace and innocent letters you'd owl to each other's dorm every night no longer seemed to suffice. but you had to accept it, knowing you'd never have a chance with him. so instead, you just avoided that topic whenever the conversation headed in that direction, veering it away to a lighter one.

after all, if you just ran away from the problem, you'd never have to confront it, right? over time, your (five year old) crush will definitely dissipate, right?

and now, you were stuck in an awkward position.

"sorry, can we speak in private?" he looks to jake for permission, who nods with a sparkle in his eye, a smile barely hidden.

heeseung got up from the floor, and dragged you up by your wrist. you tried to ignore all the murmurs, but you couldn't stop yourself from hiding behind your hands. your face was certainly red, and definitely not from the alcohol. you were much more sober now.

when he brought you to a secluded place, heeseung pulled your hands away, and looked at you with concern.

"are you okay? i'm sorry if you felt pressured back there. i shouldn't have done that."

dread filled you, the blood draining from your body and a cool shiver took over.

"you shouldn't have done what? we shouldn't have kissed?" you asked, holding back tears. this was going exactly the way you always imagined.

"what? no!" his eyes widened, speechless for a moment. "y/n, that kiss was everything to me. you don't know how long i've wanted to do that."

you gaped at him, confused. it was your turn to be speechless.

"what do you mean...?"

heeseung leaned back, retreating into himself. he couldn't look at you as he confessed, "i was waiting for the right time to say this, but then i'd be waiting forever.

"i like you, possibly even love you. i don't know when these feelings started, but i realised when jay asked you out last year. i've liked you for way longer before that though.

"i suddenly became aware of how, when everyone cheered for me in my games, it was only ever your voice that mattered. or how much i missed holding your hand in my sleep like we used to as kids. and then you kept looking at me with those eyes earlier, and i just needed to know how your lips felt right then. time feels like it stops when i look at you, i think i'm going a little crazy."

your heart raced, you couldn't believe your ears.

"wait, because i've felt this way for you since we were thirteen. have you really liked me back all this time?"

heeseung turned to you, a meaningful look in his eyes.

"i wouldn't have asked for a kiss if i didn't think about you like that. you're the world to me, and i didn't want to lose you because of how i felt. i don't know where that surge of confidence from earlier came from."

you start to laugh. "you don't know how long i've wanted to do that either," you say simply, relief filling your veins.

"longer than just tonight, i hope?"

"way longer before that," you parroted.

heeseung grinned, and pulled out a gift bag from his back pocket, charmed to hold bigger items.

you gasped. "this is the bag!" you look up at him. "you already bought it?"

it hit you then that this was the 'thing' he'd been getting earlier, back when you spoke with jay.

"i did," he smiled, handing it over to you.

"so when you said that earlier..."

"i planned to give it anyway, whether or not your accepted my dare or not."

"so you're saying i could have avoided all that anyway? i hate you," you folded your arms and rolled your eyes playfully.

"i didn't know you could still lie under veritaserum!" he gasped, with equally as much playfulness in his tone.

"some are less affected," you shrugged.

he laughed before wrapping his arms around you, hanging on the small of your back. you hugged him back, placing a soft kiss on his jaw.

"y/n, please. can i be yours?" he murmured into your neck.

"you always have been."

; TAGLIST - perm . @lovelovelovebts @miyseung @babyy-bambii @haechansbbg @gweoriz @maoyueze @manooffline @chocwo @yizhoutv @isawritesss networks . @kflixnet @k-films @/k-labels

#·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ mi's works #kflixnet #k-films #k-labels #enhypen #enhypen heeseung #lee heeseung #heeseung x reader #heeseung x you #heeseung fics #heeseung one shot #heeseung fluff #heeseung angst #heeseung scenarios #hogwarts au #enhypen fics

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prettyboypistol · 7 months

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TF2 Scout x M!Reader || Mind Meltdown +18

[Top Scout] [Masturbation] [One-Sided Pining] [Dirty Talk]

You and him had secured a victory after battle. He had killed the particularly pesky Medic, he shouted in victory. "Take that, Deutsch-bag!" To the bleeding out corpse of the enemy Medic. You let out a gasp in breathless amusement and utter shock.

You choked out a chuckle, but couldn't hold your laughter for long as you doubled over. "Jesus! That was- holy shit, Scout! That's fucked up!"

Scout looked over at you, confused, but high on the victory as he wiped his bloody baseball bat off in the dirt. "Huh?"

You punched him playfully in the shoulder as you try to say what you wanted to tell him. "Jesus! Nice one! I woulda never thought of that!"

Scout furrowed his brows as he laughed as well, a little awkward at the praise. "Ah, you're just sayin that.." He shrugged sheepishly. "What'd I do again?"

"Dude, your insults are fucking wicked! God, I live for what you scream out!"

"I live for what you scream out!"

God, he wanted to scream for you.

Scout knocked the back of his head against his door as he fumbled to lock the handle without looking down, his other hand writhed desperately underneath his pants to get some sort of heat and friction against his aching dick. You always knew what to say to rile him up, dammit! He though about you on your knees in front of him, mouth open and that stupidly proud look you always give him when he does something awesome- oh shit he wouldn't last long if he thought about how tight your throat would be, how shameful it was to want to cum down the mouth of his co-worker! Before Scout was able to even think properly, he choked out a small curse as he soaked his underwear and hand with his semen.

As young men usually were, Scout's virility was not done after merely taking the edge off. He sighed and flopped over to his bed. Once the soft smell of the laundry hit his nose and the pressure of his weight on the mattress pushed just fucking right on his dick. Scout whined softly as he pushed himself deeper onto the mattress, the force made the young man bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut.

"That's it, you totally fuckin' want this, don't'cha?" Scout whispered as he imagined you beneath him, with your ass up and your face smushed into his pillows. "Filthy fuckin'- fuckin' slut. God, I know you need this dick in you."

He wondered about how you moaned, how you'd beg for him, how you would grab him as he fucked you. Would you claw at his back? He hoped so. He fantasized how you'd react to him finally not being so awkward like he usually is, he could totally sweep you off your feet. You looked so hot when you smiled at him with that curious look you seemed to default. You know, the one where you knit your eyebrows and purse your lips together in a sweet smile, as if you're holding back your laughter.

Scout breathed heavily into his pillow as he kept his pace, his hand wrapping around his dick again as he muttered incoherently to himself. "God, I'm gonna cum so deep in you that you'll be thinkin' about my cock for weeks!" He rambled as his hips finally started to stutter and ache from the first orgasm and subsequent doubletime workout to get off fully. Scout gasped, his lungs feeling far too weighted as he felt the churning in his pelvis slowly swirl inside him as he raced towards more- more!

Jeremy pushed himself to lie on his back as he jerked himself rough, fast, and desperate. It only took a few seconds as he breathed out your name like a prayer. The crisp and cooling air flooded him like a third orgasm, the bliss of relief and sighing of non-warm air knocked Scout out cold. Jesus fucking Christ, this was all your fault to him, just stop being so hot!

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #fanfiction #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 scout #scout x reader #scout x male reader #scout x m!reader #tf2 scout x m!reader #tf2 mercs x reader #tf2 mercs x male reader #tf2 x mreader #tf2 x male reader

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startagainaprologue · 1 month

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...................... who gets grabbed at the end of the kingquest (bonnie looping au)

there isnt exaactly a kingquest here (no way in HELL is bonnie gonna trust the king)... but..

(The King. Tightens his hand around you.)

(You just wanted to help.)

(You just wanted to help!)

(You- You should've been strong enough now! To take him out even when everyone else is downed!)

(You aren't even sure you made a dent in his armor.)

(You hear the others scream below you. They're all too hurt to do anything.)

(LOOP BACK. LOOP BACK PLEASE-)

(YOU DON'T WANT TO BE HERE.)

(You want to cry.)

(The King lifts you up a little.)

"Child... 'Bonnie'. You... hm."

(He pauses. You feel like you're going to throw up.)

"That smell... I see. Ooooh. Oooooooh.. I see."

(His grip tightens.)

"Hahahaha.. I see now. I understand. This.. this isn't how it should be. Isn't it, young one."

"I saw it, how you looked at me when you came in. Your companions all flinched when they heard my voice. But not you."

"I understand now... that sweet smell. Ooooooh. Yes..."

"It's wishcraft. Isn't it?"

(..??)

(...Wishcraft?)

"JUST HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN, CHILD?"

"JUST HOW LONG HAVE YOU KEPT ME FROM MY VICTORY?"

(!!-)

(You feel sick.)

(You just want to go home.)

"Wh.. What is he talking about..?"

(You can hear 'Za cough as he tries to speak.)

"IT'S YOU. IT'S YOU ISN'T IT. THE ONE KEEPING ME FROM MY TOTAL VICTORY!!!!!!"

"THE ONLY THING IN MY WAY TO A PERFECT ENDING, A MERE CHILD!!!"

"IF ONLY.... IF ONLY YOU WEREN'T HERE...!!!"

"But... ah.. A quick death would be far to easy for you, wouldn't it, young one?"

"You would just come back, and try again, wouldn't you."

"Ooooooooh... Besides... someone. Someone must've taught you how.."

"I just need to make sure that.. today."

(The King reaches out his hand below.)

"Ah..!"

(The..)

(Nonono no no nono no-)

(THE KING GRABBED ONTO FRIN!!)

"S-SIFFRIN!!!!!!"

"NO!!!!!"

"SIF!! NO NO, YOU- CURSE YOU KING, LET HIM GO!!!!"

"FRIN!!!!"

(You're going to throw up no no no no.)

(WHY IS THIS HAPPENING??)

(WHY WON'T YOU LOOP BACK??)

"Hah...."

"Young one. Bonnie. Look at me."

"You need to learn to not cross me again."

#slobfern #a lot of the kings dialogue is taken from the actual scene #isat #in stars and time #bonnie looping au #isat spoilers #pastell speaks #bonnie isat #the king isat #emetophobia #in recipes and repetition

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dutifullynuttywitch · 4 months

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Pancake mornings

Blades of Light and Shadow 2

Pairing: Mal Volari X f!mc (Autumn Nightbloom)

Rating: Teen

Word count: 650

Summary: Mal tries his hand at making Heroes of Morella pancakes ... and Autumn considers more legitimate career choices for her handsome rogue.

Autumn awakens to the sweet smell of pancakes and peals of laughter coming up from the kitchen two floors below. She smiles at the novelty of normalcy. Something she never thought she’d have again.

Of course, there was still work to do. She and her friends continued to travel the newly merged realm to help the communities rebuild and fight off all manner of shadow beasts and fantastic creatures. But there were also moments of calm in-between, which she relished. She spent most of those weeks with Mal at the orphanage, making time to catch up with Nia, visiting friends, and Kade, when he wasn’t off to Zaradun with Cherta. Though she kept her room at the Palace, a standing invitation by King Arlan for the Saviour of the Realm, Autumn had pretty much moved into Mal’s cozy attic room.

She slips out of bed and quickly dresses, making her way downstairs towards the joyful ruckus.

“Morning, kit!” Mal calls out from the stove, flipping pancakes dangerously high into the air, to the delight of a dozen beaming kids gathered around.

“Morning, handsome.” She sidles next to him and places a soft kiss on his cheek. “Whatcha cooking up?”

“I call these my Heroes of Morella pancakes!” He proudly declares, to squeals of excited laughter from several kids.

She looks at a growing pile of deformed – faces? Some with elongated ears, others with points resembling horns, others just formless masses – and snorts. “Well, these certainly won’t win you any talent contests. Though I’ll give you points for originality, your magnificence.”

“Hey! I’d like to see you try to do better.” He mock-pouts.

“Sure thing. Watch and learn.” She smirks and grabs a ladle, dropping a dollop of batter onto the hot pan. She concentrates her magic, shaping the sizzling pancake into a perfect nesper shape.

“Oh, come on! That’s cheating!” Mal splutters, scandalized.

“And since when are you concerned about cheating, my handsome scoundrel?” She smirks mischievously, starting a new pile with her perfectly shaped pancakes.

"Since I'm not the one doing it!"

“I want Autumn’s pancakes! They’re so pretty.” “Me too!” “Me too!” The kids clutter around the counter, ooh-ing and ah-ing at Autumn’s growing pile of perfectly shaped heroes and nespers.

Mal huffs vexedly but relents with a magnanimous bow, “You seem to have won this battle, my fair lady.”

“oh, but you had the brilliant idea, so I say we share in the spoils of victory this time.” She sneaks a quick kiss, a promise of more to come.

He grins at her cockily, pressing himself against her back and whispering in her ear “That, I can get behind.”

“Mal!” She bats at him, eyes wide, and distracts herself with plating batches of pancakes for the anxiously waiting children.

Soon, the kids are settled around the dining table, munching away at their hero pancakes in a boisterous cacophony of talks and laughter. Autumn slips back to the kitchen and into Mal’s arms, hugging him lightly. He returns the embrace, sighing contentedly.

“Any plans today?”

“Well, I’ve gotten word that our dear friend Lord Thurgood has recently 'procured' a sword from a temple that belonged to the shadow realm. Apparently, it’s got some engravings that may or may not predate the Elven civilization.” He catches her scandalized look and adds on quickly “… for research purposes! It’s rumored to have magical properties… I’m sure Nia and elf boy would love to examine it.”

“And once they’re done researching…”

“Weeeeell… it’ll be worth a pretty penny.”

“Mal! Do I have to remind you how your last heist in Thurgood manor nearly ended in disaster?”

“Eh! I'd say it ended pretty good, considering I made it out with the statue and … made out with you.” He smirks devilishly, stealing a heated kiss.

Autumn sighs, biting her lower lip to hide an amused smile. “You know, Mal, as a hero of the realm, you should really think about other more legitimate avenues of employment.”

“… Such as…?”

“I mean you’re a pretty good cook, when you’re not trying to get creative with your pancakes.”

“I have to be, since you’re so godawful at it!” He smirks, tempering the criticism with a loving kiss.

“Well, I can’t be good at everything. But you could work at the bakery with Vivi.”

“Hmm… kneading dough all day, kind of like this…?” He grabs her waist, bringing her flush against him and lowers his hands to massage her backside, earning a soft moan.

"Well you are very good with your hands..." she trails off, kissing lightly down his neck.

"I love my sister and Vivi, don't get me wrong, kit, but I doubt they'd enjoy seeing me everyday."

"Well you're great with a weapon - for fighting!" she quickly specifies, growing scarlet at his suggestive leer. "You could join the Whitetower guards."

"Autumn, my love, the king may have absolved me of my past crimes, but I can promise you the Whitetower guards remember me very well, and we're not exactly on the friendliest of terms... any other brilliant ideas, kit?"

She looks up at him, pondering, then sighs.

"Okay your magnificence, at what time are we headed over to Thurgood Manor tonight?"

Mal flashes her a dazzling grin, draping an arm across her shoulders as he walks her into the dining room.

"Well, see, I was thinking we could sneak in right at the change of guard..."

Autumn smiles to herself. Normalcy, with just a dash of danger and adventure. This, to her, was perfection.

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blue-jisungs · 4 months

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AXE AXE GODDDDD I'M NOT OKAY

IMAGINE SECRET RELATIONSHIP WITH RACER!MINHYUN TAKING YOU OUT FOR A RIDE AROUND THE CITY

And maybe some make out

night ride

author’s note. HIYA MIZU!!! i’m glad to know that there’s more minhyun enthusiasts than me n zanna fr fr!! thank you for the req and i hope you enjoy it, even tho it’s a lil short :(

word count. +- 500

“oh come on, it’ll be fun!”

there’s a mischievous smirk dancing on your boyfriend’s lips and you’re not sure if you like it even one bit.

“baby, i know you’re a professional… however, i can’t help but feel scared. so no thank you” you grunt and poke his chest that’s adorned by a leather jacket. minhyun grins and grabs your hand, pulling you closer. the sudden impact causes you to stumble and straight-on bump into his chest.

“oh come on, just a little ride” your boyfriend hums, his voice next to your head causing goosebumps to grow hot on your skin “no one will see us, i promise”

minhyun knows you like a back of his hand. and he sees that you’re debating it – which could be already considered a victory.

“okay, fine. whatever” you grumbled, still not fully convinced. minhyun gently grabbed your chin with his calloused fingers and planted a sweet kiss on your lips.

“we’ll be safe, if you’re worried. and i can get you food afterwards…?” he tilted his head like an innocent and intrigued puppy but he was quite the opposite – a mischievous cat, that’s bribing you into doing something he wants.

mere moments later you found yourself clutching into minhyun’s broad and toned back like a koala. you thought you were squeezing the life out of him with the tightness of your grip.

the view was beautiful, you had to admit. the lights in buildings of afar were flashing due to the constant, fast movement. the black night sky contrasted with them beautifully, the panoramic of the city at night starting to creep up into the top 3 of your favourite views. with hwang minhyun, your one and only boyfriend, being a proud winner and holding the number 1 spot.

the helmet you had prevented your hair from blowing into all the directions. in the comfort of the blinking stars and passing by other cars with an unimaginable speed, you allowed yourself to relax (obviously not letting go of your grip).

minhyun took off his helmet and ruffled his hair, the corners of his lips going up in a teasing manner.

“so? it wasn’t that bad, pretty?” he hummed, taking off yours. you pouted, looking at his handsome face.

“mhm” you mumbled.

the place where minhyun took you was a beach. he parked his motorcycle at the parking that had a view of the seashore, the waves crushing with a soothing sound.

“it’s beautiful here” you sighed, lips slowly turning into a smile.

“not as you, though” he grinned and his gloved hand cupped your cheeks gently. “a kiss for your badass boyfriend?”

“ah, don’t be so cocky now” you giggled and nodded, letting him know that he can kiss you.

minhyun’s lips landed on you softly, letting himself enjoy the moment. he tasted like vanilla and smelled like it too – his cologne filled your nose due to the proximity. your boyfriend kissed away the remains of the stress that the night ride caused. but with that prize at the end of the road, you were willing to go to such trips more often.

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sageofgrief · 3 months

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my first and only love

︱ gale galleon x reader, highschool sweethearts, established relationship, gale spoiling you because you deserve it <3

divider by cafekitsune

art by aliztyy (twt)

the day you met him was the day butterflies suddenly erupted inside your stomach. his brown golden hair that smelt like vanilla and coffee stung your nose in a good way, and his charming eyes that you could stare into forever, you wouldn't mind getting lost in it if it meant you could better understand him better, eyes are the windows of the soul after all.

ah damn it, he's too gorgeous. there's no way id ever get his atten- "hey!" you lifted your pen up from your notebook that you were just writing in to a familiar voice. you shifted your gaze to the person infront of you to see gale galleon. "o-oh! uuh.. sorry i was uh.. writing ssssomething.. can i help you..?" you stuttered out, making a fool out of yourself. "sorry.. can i uhh borrow a pen?" he nervously laughed. ahh he looked so cute blushing and avoiding your gaze, you didn't notice it unfortunately since you were also avoiding his gaze. you nodded and gave him the pen you were holding. he turns his back to his table to write something, while he was doing that, you could practically feel the hot blush on your face. it felt like your face was about to erupt like a volcano because of how flushed you were! so cute. you had all these thoughts in your head but before you could realize, he turns back to you and slides a piece of folded piece of paper along with your pen on your desk. he gulpd silently and turns back around.

you tilt your head in confusion and open the folded paper and what you saw was something you never could have expected. there on the lined paper, with messy but charming handwriting said "you're really cool, wanna hang out? -gale :)" and two drawn in boxes that said yes or no. you blinked a second time to really process if this is happening. without a thought you drew in a checklist in the yes box and folded it back together. you tap gale's shoulder and handed him the paper. he turns back to open the table and you swore you heard him do a little victory "yes...!" celebration after opening it. he once again turns back to you and says "soooo...movies? weekend?" "aye aye, captain".

"you always had that stupid eyepatch on everyday at school, people called you a pirate and some of the juniors even called you captain galleon!" months later, you were in your shared house with gale, you sat on the couch with his head on your shoulder. firepit crackling accompanied with the cold night air breeze and that post rain smell, what was it called.. ah yes, petrichor.

"you think my eyepatch was stupid?" he looked up at you and pouted with those big sad puppy eyes, "of course not, you goober. you looked edgy" "damn right i looked edgy" he said proudly then laughing along with you. "i never thought this would happen you know.." you sighed as you looked deep into his alluring eyes, his breathing calmed you... he sat up straight and kissed your forehead before saying "..me neither" and giggling like a child, shortly after he pulled you into a big bear hug where your head layed on his chest and there you fell asleep. he stroked your hair and had his chin rested on top of your head, shushing you to sleep coupled with whispering sweet nothings. just before you fully fell asleep though, you slurred out something while you were half awake, "i love..you gale... i always...will.." he smiles warmly and kisses your head, "i will always love you too, silly." and continued stroking your hair until you drifted off to dreamland.

apologies for any typos, i quite literally wrote this in bed.

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 10 months

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Hiya, Mousy! 👋🏻✨ I'm just gonna ask here... I'm tempted to know all but I'll stick to a few. Hopefully, it's not too much! But if it's too much, feel free to answer the ones you have already cooked! ^^ Here's my question.

How do you think would the villagers of SVE such as Gunther, Marlon, Gil, Andy, and Susan (along with the bachelor/ettes from both SVE & SDV as well) react to...

... 'durians'? 👀

(A very smelly fruit. But it can be sweet inside like any other fruit!)

Gunther, Marlon and Gil may not be from SVE, but they became social NPC in Expanded, so yes. I hope that's okay! 😅 I have another ask coming, by the way...

Heyyyyyyyyyy! 👋❤️ It's good to see you in my askbox :D

I was thinking about writing..... about everyone you asked (so it's going to be a long post, fair warning Jesus Christ it's huge!). I liked the idea and got a little carried away with the inspiration. Well, I'm off to write an answer to your second question then ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Thanks for your ask 😊 Enjoy!

PS: I have never smelled or tasted a durian in my life, so I apologize if any details of the description of the fruit may not match reality.

SDV and SVE bachelors/ettes and townies react to the Durian fruit:

✨Bachelors✨

Shane:

...What the fuck did Farmer bring? What is thi- Oh, fuck, yuck! Are they fucking crazy?! No, don't even think about bringing that shit to the ranch. Get the fuck outta here! Seriously, what's the matter with Farmer, they're gonna use that thing to set up a gas chamber in his aunt and or something? A gift!? A fucking gift, thank you very much!... Okay, Shane thinks the pulp is really tasty, and Jas straight up loved this weird thing. But please, for fuck's sake, don't bring them fresh fruit, okay? And, uh... thanks.

Sebastian:

Sebastian was so confident in his victory in another billiard competition that he did not even immediately realize how the Farmer, victoriously expressed their wish, which now the loser must fulfill? To smell and eat durian? Isn't that the fruit that- oh, yuck, yep, that's the fruit he's thinking about. The smell is easy to describe: like dirty old socks and the smell of sewage. But the taste is cool, words can't describe what the flavor is exactly, but it's cool.

Sam:

Yo! Yooooo! Man, that stinks! Sam had seen a lot of videos on the internet of people eating the weirdest foods, and he was interested in fresh durian too. And then the Farmer brings them a whole fruit to taste. The tasting takes place outside, though, because Jodi won't let them in. Sam's mother can't stand the stench, even if the exotic fruit is like the food of the gods. It tastes okay, Sam thoughts, like vanilla.

Elliott:

Elliott is a little confused, not knowing whether to thank Farmer sincerely or try to politely decline. When the conversation turns to the fact that the Farmer wants to give the writer a durian..... Elliott had encountered this infamous fruit in his youth, and as you can guess - the surprise was not a pleasant one. What was pleasant, however, was the fact that the Farmer brought him a fried fruit, without the repulsive odor. Ah, what a rich flavor! Thank you very much, Farmer. Such a palette of flavor immediately inspired Elliott to write a short story about the beauty and richness of the tropics!

Harvey:

Harvey had heard a lot about the properties of durian. This fruit is considered both very useful and very dangerous, and by "dangerous" he means not only the unbearable odor. It is contraindicated for people with high blood pressure. At the same time, durian has a strong bactericidal effect due to the substance indole contained in it, helps to eliminate toxins from the body. Although, the taste of durian, the pulp of which was kindly brought by the farmer, is quite specific, as if banana-onion puree. Not bad, just specific.

Alex:

The athlete's first reaction to durian was a great desire to kick this fruit. For a very long distance. Like a gridball, to the other side of town (or better yet, to the end of the world). What a stench! Alex definitely couldn't stand such a smell, although he had to smell different odors in the locker room of the bathhouse not of his own free will. But this was the worst of all. He doesn't even want to taste the pulp, firmly convinced that it tastes as bad as it smells. Nope, thanks.

Lance:

Ah, Lance has had time to taste many exotic fruits in his life, and the ever-famous durian was no exception. He remembers this fruit from his childhood, as durian pulp was a frequent treat and an ingredient in his family's dishes. He also remembers his father jokingly threatening to put little Lance in a room with the foul-smelling fruit for a full one minute if he misbehaved. They would never do such a thing, of course, but little Lance didn't want to test fate then. Fortunately, a few magic tricks in his arsenal allow him to enjoy the taste of childhood to this day, avoiding the foul odor.

Victor:

Yoba, have pity on poor Victor... Did the Farmer become a lover of strange (and sometimes dubious) delicacies, just like Victor's dear mother? Olivia used to give him durian pulp for dessert when he was a child, and Victor, not wanting to contradict his mother, ate it with no small pleasure. He finds the fruit's flavor strange: cheesy, nutty notes with onions. Some people like it, but he doesn't. Fortunately, Victor is old enough to cook his own food, and he certainly doesn't want to remember the "taste" of his childhood, so sorry Farmer, but he'll have to pass. Especially with that smell, good Lord!

Magnus:

You wouldn't believe it, Farmer, but when he was young, Magnus and his peers at the Castle Village Academy of Magic had put a foul-smelling fruit in one of the professors' classrooms to play a prank. Alas, they didn't know that it was dangerous to keep the fruit indoors. No one was hurt, fortunately, but spirits, how they were scolded afterwards! The pulp itself tasted okay (not that Magnus was obsessed with durian), but he would gladly accept a treat from the Farmer. The wizard will make tea for the two of them, and he'll tell the Farmer more stories from his youth.

✨Bachelorettes✨

Maru:

Durio zibethinus, the most common tree species in the genus Durio that are known as durian. A unique flora, Maru read books and articles about it with interest. She and her dad had to explore many interesting fruits, but they never brought the durian fruit to the laboratory. If there is a desire or opportunity, then the Farmer can donate one fruit for science! Um, and please let Maru know in advance if they want to bring durians, at least they'll have time to grab respirators.

Haley:

Ewwwww! And the Farmer was able to grow that stinky stuff on their farm? They are either the bravest or the stupidest. You want me to try it? Are you out of your mind? Like, tasty fruit? Hmm, only if the Farmer removes the odor and puts the pulp on a plate. Hee-hee, this fruit is quite tasty - something between a persimmon and a papaya. Can you get more? Haley would love to order more fruit (just no peels, please).

Emily:

Emily accurately described the fruit, calling it an "ugly duckling": the outside of the durian, which attracts flies and repels people with its odor, inside holds the food that many sweet fruit lovers dream of. Plus, the fruit is rich in B vitamins, potassium and magnesium, so it's still very healthy! The smell doesn't scare her, but it's better to handle a fresh durian outside (or Haley will never let the two of them in the house).

Abigail:

Oh! Oh! Abigail heard about durian, that it stinks so unbearably it's been banned in some regions. Heck yeah, she's already thought of a great prank she wants to give her dad >:D Oh, you only brought fruit pulp? Bummer... Okay, well, let's see what you got. Hey, it's actually really good, it's kind of like banana pudding.

Penny:

No no no no no... Please don't bring that to Penny. She knows exactly what durian is. No, she hasn't tasted the fruit, but the description from the book in the library was enough for her not to mess with the fruit. No, please, Penny can't.... Huh? Oh, the Farmer gave her... candied fruit? Durian candied fruit. Oh, she was afraid it was a whole fresh durian, so.... Thank you very much, Farmer. She's sure gonna want to make something for them, too, as a thank you.

Leah:

It wasn't often that Leah could taste the kind of fruit that came from faraway lands. Her preferences were usually forest berries and apples, and Leah didn't suffer at all from not trying some obscure strange fruit. And to be honest, after the durian the Farmer had kindly given her, Leah would rather keep eating forest fruits. Don't get her wrong, she doesn't want to seem ungrateful, and the fruit is quite sweet and tasty. But at least they warned her for the smell, all the flies flew to her house!

Sophia:

Oh, Sophia loves durian mochi, it's one of her favorite sweets! After the comic-con in Zuzu City, she and Scarlet always go to the dessert store, and Sopha always gets a mochi with this fruit. The idea of making mochi with the Farmer from real fresh durian he, in Stardew Valley, really appealed to her. Unpleasant odor? She's kind of heard it, but Sophia thinks it's not that ba- Ah! Ewww! *gagging* Now the pink-haired girl understands why sweet rice cakes made from this fruit are so expensive - few people would want to work with such a stinker in the kitchen! But for mochi she's willing to do anything.

Olivia:

Batter-fried durian, durian mooncakes, durian soup, durian soufflé.... Olivia's taste is quite refined, and her table was often filled with a variety of exotic delicacies and expensive foodstuffs. Durian was no exception. But for all that, she never bought durian in fresh form, as she perfectly understood that the stench from this fruit with a notorious peculiarity in a huge house will stand for a week. So she would not accept unprocessed fruit from the Farmer. No offense, dear. She is touched by their generosity, but better safe than sorry.

Claire

The poor cashier's whole life flew before her eyes when she overheard the conversation of Morris, her boss, in senior management. The topic was about expanding the range of Joja products, and the focus was on vegetables and fruits, and the mention of the word "durian" made her shudder. Luckily, Joja's superiors didn't want to add this fruit to the market... Not yet. Most likely, if Joja agrees to sell this fruit, it will only be in canned form. But Claire doesn't want to push her luck....

✨Townspeople✨

Gunter:

"Well, this will definitely break any runny nose," Gunther thought to himself as the Farmer decided to show him the freshly grown durian. Luckily, the farmer had thought to show the fruit outside instead of in the library lobby where Penny and the kids are always sitting. He definitely had a book about different exotic fruits and berries.... The butter and vanilla flavored pulp that the fruit gives off is quite tasty. But the smell, oh my goodness....

Andy:

What the hell kind of filth did they bring to his farm?! Get it off his property and don't come here until you've thrown it away, burned your clothes and washed themselves with soap! Andy had seen all sorts of unusual fruits and vegetables, but this he would not tolerate. It smells so bad it makes him want to drown himself in the nearest pond. No, he doesn't want to taste the pulp, so don't get upset like a little child. Take that farmer's nightmare back where you find it, Farmer.

Susan:

Oh, my goodness. Durian for Susan? Thank you so much, Farmer, you're such a sweetheart. But, just to be clear, Susan still wanted to know if Farmer was bringing her fresh durian, as the smell could be unbearable, to say the least. Oh, is that durian jam? Thank you, sweetie. Be sure to come to her house tomorrow for durian jam pie, she'll be happy to chat with them and give them some tasty baked goods with exotic fruit!

Marlon:

Considering that one of Marlon's specialties is frog legs or rice with poisonous (though the poison is removed during cooking) mushrooms, he will hardly be surprised by such a strange fruit as durian. The odor is unbearable, that's true, you can even drive monsters out of mines (and suffocate yourself). But the durian roast turned out quite tolerable, it goes very well with meat. Hmm, he doesn't look surprised? Trust him, he's seen stranger things in his life.

Gil:

Gil, for some reason, is beginning to feel like he has a generic curse on him. Almost his entire life as an adventurer he's been a victim of his best one-eyed friend and comrade's cooking, and now their new Guild member has brought some crap that announces to the neighborhood with all its odor that it's inedible. He even woke up from the stench (nothing could wake him up, but the durian did impossible). He didn't want to taste the "divine" fruit either when he learned from the Farmer that it was strictly forbidden to consume it with alcohol. A shame, maybe it would have been a good appetizer for his brandy...

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rainhaunted · 2 years

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hermittober day 3: cookie

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Scar hummed to himself as he bustled around the kitchen. Trays littered the counters, flour dusted every surface, and chorus fruit pits were piled high in the sink - all byproducts of his most recent batch of elven kisses, and none quite as lovely as the delicious smell that permeated the air. One could always tell when Scar was baking; the scent would carry all the way to the shopping district and beyond.

He grinned proudly as he pulled the last tray out of the oven. The cookies were baked to perfection, as usual. It had taken a while to nail down this recipe, but the results were worth all that time and more.

Scar set the tray on the last free counter space, ready to transfer the cookies to the cooling rack, but something caught his eye as he did. Well, more like the lack of something.

The nearest rack, which had previously held a full dozen exquisitely baked cookies, was down to a measly eleven. Nothing remained of the missing one besides crumbs.

“Well, well, well,” Scar said, propping his hands on his hips. “It seems we have a cookie thief on our hands!”

He scanned the room, searching for signs of the culprit. Someone could’ve reached through the window…but no, it was too far away. Had they taken an invisibility potion and snuck in? No, probably, not; the kitchen was small enough that Scar would’ve bumped into them. Hm…maybe a redstone contraption of some sort, rigged to steal his precious cookies? Of course, that would be a lot of effort to go to for one cookie. Worth it for one of Scar’s elven kisses, though!

“I know you’re he-re!” Scar called teasingly. He ducked to look under the table – nothing. He opened the cupboard under the sink – nothing. He peered through the window – nothing.

“Now, where could that little rascal be?” he murmured. They had to be around there somewhere, he thought. Maybe he could ambush them!

“I guess I’ll never know who stole my precious cookie!” he lamented loudly, sneaking towards the kitchen’s back door all the while. “Ah, what a shame, to be foiled by such a master thief. How will I ever recover from my loss! The embarrassment is too much to bear! I can never show my face in the server again – AHA! GOTCHA!”

Scar threw the door open and leaped outside in one swift motion, positive he’d see the guilty face of the cookie thief. All he was met with, though, was the beautiful (though unfortunately empty) pathway of branches leading to his home in the treetop.

“Dang it!” Scar sighed. “Outdone by a cookie-stealer.”

A loud meow came from above him at that moment, and Scar yelped, whirling around. “Oh! Oh my gosh – Jellie, is that you? What on earth – “

Another meow, louder this time, and Scar spotted Jellie on a branch hanging overhead.

“There you are!” he laughed. “Why are you up in the tree? How’d you even get up there?”

Jellie made a discontented noise, and then Scar spotted it – the missing cookie sitting next to her, a cat-sized bite taken out of it.

Scar burst into laughter. “Oh, no! Oh, Jellie, you can’t eat those! You must’ve been teleported – “

Jellie meowed more insistently, and Scar tried in vain to contain his laughter.

“Come on, sweetheart, come down here,” he said between giggles. She didn’t hesitate, leaping off the branch and right into Scar’s waiting arms. She only clawed him a little bit, which Scar counted as a victory.

“Aha! The thief has fallen right into my trap,” he declared. “All thanks to my amazin’ detective skills.”

Jellie purred contentedly, and Scar smiled, gently scratching her ears. “Aw, you’re just the just the sweetest thing,” he cooed. “Sweet enough that you don’t need any more cookies!”

And with that, the culprit was apprehended, and Scar headed back inside. He was down one cookie, but in his opinion, a happy Jellie more than made up for it.

#hermittober #hermitcraft #goodtimeswithscar #ficlet #teya's writing #scar somehow bakes industrial amounts of cookies in a tiny treehouse kitchen and doesn't start a fire

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lil-moth-goth13 · 1 year

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Aziraphale and Crowley CG ficlet!

Aziraphale + Crowley CGs + GN regressor! it's evening in the cottage, and you're sitting comfortably with Crowley on the couch; the only sounds filling the sunset-soaked room are the soft noises of Aziraphale in the kitchen. You can smell the first batch of cookies as he pulls them out of the oven, and you smile to yourself, looking at your little plastic dinosaur in your lap. Crowley turns his face away from his phone to look at you, and you look at him. For a moment, you're in a staring match - he's almost as mischievous as you, and you're prepared for anything he could throw at you. You've got your game face on.

He makes a grab for your dino, and you laugh, pulling it out of his reach - then he kisses your nose, and you squeal in surprise, giggling uncontrollably; he takes your dinosaur, making it kiss your cheek, and you shriek joyously. Over your own laughter, you can hear Aziraphale chuckle in the kitchen; Crowley's eyes light up as he stops his playful attack, a smirk slithering across his face.

"Button," he says quietly. "How about you go get us some cookies?"

"But they just came out," you say. "Azi wants them to rest."

"Oh, they'll be cool when you grab them," he takes your hand and kisses your fingertips, making your skin tingle. You grin; Crowley's miracles always help you regress. You hop up and tip-toe over to the kitchen, watching the hem of Aziraphale's dress brush against the bottom cabinets. You know Aziraphale is particular about his cookies... but it's just two, and Aziraphale won't even see you. When he turns his back to pour himself a new cup of tea, you run past him on tip-toes, trying to hold in your mischievous giggles - you can hear Crowley chuckle under his breath from the living room. You grab two cookies, miraculously cool against your hands, and run swiftly back to the living room before Aziraphale turns around.

Crowley opens his arms as you run back in, and you half-sit, half-fall into his lap. He holds you tight and rubs your back,

"There we are, brave little spy," you feel him smile against your head. "Now, let's have our spoils, hm?"

You give Crowley a cookie - it's a little bigger, and more golden than brown - and he smiles. The pair of you tuck into them, and though they were cool against your hand, they're warm and delicious in your mouth; perfectly sweet, but not too much; Aziraphale's baking is always magnificent.

Your victory is less sweet, however, when you hear Aziraphale say from the kitchen, "Could have sworn there were twelve here. Now there's... oh, lets see... eight, nine, ten." You can almost hear a smirk in his voice. "I seem to be missing two cookies, and it's suddenly awfully quiet..." You hear Aziraphale's heels tap against the tile, and you and Crowley exchange a wide-eyed look. You quickly finish your cookie and he follows suit, then licks his thumb and gently wipes a smear of chocolate off your face - both the picture of innocence as Aziraphale walks in, one eyebrow raised and a poorly-hidden smile on his lips.

"Tell me, my darling doves," he furrows his brows and pretends to be cross, and you can't help but giggle. "Did you see any cookies grow legs and walk out of the kitchen?"

"Nuh-uh," you shake your head confidently. "Cookies don't walk."

"Ah, I see." Aziraphale sits on the couch, taking Crowley's hand in his, biting back laughter as he looks pointedly at the chocolate stain on his thumb. "Been gardening, dear?"

"Cacao beans," Crowley sighs mournfully. "Such messy plants."

"That's not how cacao beans work," you whisper helpfully. Aziraphale looks at you and smiles, "now, then, cherub, I know you'd never lie to me. Did you take a cookie?"

You look to the floor. "Maaaybeeee..."

"Maybe?" Aziraphale scoops you up in his arms, and you giggle. "Okayyy. I did. I took two."

"Thank you, sweetheart. Now, I'll let it go this time. But do you know why we let the cookies rest?" he carries you over to the kitchen, Crowley following suit.

"Ummm... not really." Aziraphale sits you down on the counter, turning towards the sink.

"Because if they're too warm and too soft, they might fall apart in your hands, or get chocolate all over you." He raises a warm, wet towel to your face, wiping your cheek; you lean into the touch and he smiles. "And, if they fall apart, you can't dip them in milk."

"Oh, true!" you grin, kicking your feet. "Can we have some milk now?"

Aziraphale turns his eyes to the tray of cookies. "No, not quite yet, I don't think. But you can help me put cookie dough on the tray, and put that in the oven. By the time that's done, the cookies will have rested long enough. How about that, cherub?"

"M'tay," you clap softly, "I like that idea!"

"Sounds good," Crowley smiles, reaching around Aziraphale to snatch a cookie. "More for me!" as he brings it to his lips, the cookie crumbles and falls on his shirt; he scowls, and Aziraphale chuckles.

"Do you need one of the bibs, dear?"

#agere fic #caregiver fic #agere blog #agere community #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw littlespace #sfw little #agere little #age regression #age regression fanfic

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lesetoilesfous · 1 year

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Happy Friday! “I still remember the way you taste.” for whichever pairing you'd like to write 💖

Thank you so much for the prompt!!

(If you’d like me to write you a dragon age fic, send me a prompt from here!)

@dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Anders/Fenris

Characters: Fenris, Anders

Tags: mild sexual themes, they're definitely friends at this point

Rating: Mature

It’s been three years. Three years since one ill advised dalliance upstairs at The Hanged Man which for all the whores in Kirkwall, Fenris has not been able to forget. And now the mage has had the gall to take his coat off, leaving him in nothing but a loose linen shirt and his threadbare pants. He stretches with the easy grace of an oversized cat, exposing the russet graze of hair on his lower belly, framed by a sharp V of muscle that leads tantalisingly below his waistline. Fenris’ fingers tighten around his cup as he glares at his own blurred reflection in his wine. He knows it is not possible to curse someone like this, not in a way he wouldn’t have noticed. But he cannot help feeling bewitched by the infuriating man in front of him as Anders tilts his head back, red-blonde hair wavy with the humidity, loose and soft in the candlelight.

He’s saying something to Isabela, and when he laughs his stubble-grazed throat ripples in a way that Fenris resolutely tries to ignore. He finishes his wine in one long gulp, ignoring the sting burning through the sweetness of it, and gets to his feet with an angry scrape of his chair on the wooden floorboards. Fenris ignores Varric’s mild chastisement and the burning of his ears, muttering a half-hearted excuse about getting another drink as he storms downstairs to the bar.

The Hanged Man is busy tonight. It’s always busy. Thanks to Varric’s spies, it’s the only place in Lowtown where it’s possible to get a drink without a knife to the stomach for your trouble. Fenris presses through the mostly human crowd easily enough, taking a certain pleasure in shoving aside men almost twice his size and ignoring their shouts of embarrassment and anger. He’s as safe here as he ever is anywhere in Kirkwall. Moreso, thanks to the shroud of Varric’s favour. They might want to start a fight with him, but they won’t, not where Corff can see them.

Mouth and nose full of the taste of sweat and liquor, Fenris finds his way to the splintered bar, tattooed with a few dozen wood carvings. He recognises Isabela’s work in a particularly lewd piece and takes a moment to snort, before setting his cup on the bar and waiting for Corff to attend to him. Someone tall and, unusually, clean-smelling, squeezes in beside him. Fenris refuses to look at him. “What do you want, mage?”

Anders is more relaxed than usual - a rare victory in itself - and his smile comes easily. “Tell me, do you practise being that disagreeable in the mirror?” He arranges his fox-like features into a poor approximation of gravitas and deepens his voice. “Death to the imperium.”

Fenris raises an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to be me?”

Anders crows, flinging his long arms into the air. “Hey, you recognised it, I’m counting that as a victory.”

Fenris scowls, turning away from him. “Are you here for any cause other than to mock me?”

“Yes, actually. ‘Bela wants some Antivan tequila. And I wanted a word with you.”

That’s unusual enough to give Fenris pause, and he shifts his attention away from the merry jig of the tavern’s regular band, at last giving Anders his full attention. In the candlelight, his freckles look like gold dust, and his brown eyes are copper coins. “Are you well?”

Anders’ face does something complicated before he laughs, covering his mouth with a scarred hand. “Oh, ah, no. No, I’m fine.”

Fenris’ frown deepens. “The clinic, then?” He lowers his voice, stepping closer to avoid the prying eyes and ears of the pressing throng around them. “If it’s threatened, you must know Varric would aid you in protecting it.”

Anders’ broad shoulders visibly relax, and Fenris is all-at-once all too aware of the sweet, clean, warm smell of linen and elfroot that clings to him. Anders doesn’t move, doesn’t breach his personal space. But Fenris feels the weight of his gaze like a kiss. “I know, Fenris. Thank you.” Anders’ mouth twists, and the wrinkles around his eyes and mouth crease as he glances across the bar, where Corff is deep in a conversation about pigeons with a Fereldan woman.

After a moment, Anders returns his attention to Fenris, and his expression is uncharacteristically nervous. His long fingers tap the rough, soft, worn wood of the bar. “I just…wondered whether you might be interested in some company. From me. Tonight.”

Fenris sways backward, taking in the length of Anders’ body as he does so and trying to ignore the coil of heat in his belly at the memory of it. Anders, on his knees, a smile pulling at his lips, even stretched obscenely around - “What gives you the impression that I should desire it?”

If Fenris had wanted Anders to take his answer as rejection, it has the opposite effect. Instead, his eyes become hooded, darkening in the low, warm light of the tavern as he leans forward, tall body curving like a sapling in the breeze. When Anders speaks, he does so directly into Fenris’ ear. His breath is hot as it falls down his neck. “Because you haven’t been able to take your eyes off me all evening. And-”

Anders touches him, long fingers trailing lightly over his shoulder and bicep, deftly avoiding the lyrium lines as they do. Fenris shivers, feeling his skin prickle at just the touch of him. When Anders speaks, his voice is barely a murmur, “I still remember the taste of you.”

Then he withdraws his hand, picks up the tequila Corff has just poured for Isabela, and saunters away into the crowd.

“You alright Fenris?” Corff says, amicably, filling Fenris’ cup from an earthenware jug of Tevene wine. “Look like you’ve been struck by lightning.”

Fenris doesn’t bother to reply. He takes his cup, murmurs a thanks, and weaves his way back into the crowd. He has no intention of sleeping alone tonight.

#fenris #anders da2 #fenders da2 #dadwc #pinkfadespirit

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marinawolf · 11 months

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How about something humorous? Kara does a timed eating challenge with ice cream and Lena is both impressed by Kara’s ability to eat that much without consequences (yay alien anatomy!) and a bit turned on. Kara also wins some trivial prize and proudly shows it off along with Lena for supporting her eating habits

Ah, I love this one. it's so damn cute! I hope you like it too! Here you go:

Ice Cream Kisses & Forever (Supercorp)

Lena and Kara strolled hand in hand through the park, enjoying the warm sunshine and gentle breeze. The smell of freshly cut grass filled the air, and the sound of laughter echoed in the distance. It was a perfect day for a leisurely walk, just the two of them. The warm sun shone down on them, casting a golden glow on their faces. It was moments like these that Lena cherished the most—the simple happiness she found in Kara's presence. She was entranced by Kara, content to listen to her excitedly talk about a new show, or moan about how Alex stole her favourite pair of boots, or vent about Snapper and how he always gave her a hard time.

"You know that I am technically his boss, right? I can have a word with him." Lena offered.

Kara smiled at her, and squeezed her hand.

"No, I need to prove myself. I can't do that if everyone thinks I'm the boss's favourite."

Lena grinned, "But you are the boss's favourite."

Kara laughed, and placed a soft kiss on Lena's lips.

"And I'm pretty obsessed with the boss. But don't worry, I can handle Snapper."

As they made their way through the park, talking, laughing and stealing kisses against trees, they stumbled upon an ice cream eating contest. Kara's eyes widened with excitement, and she turned to Lena with a mischievous grin. "I've always wanted to try one of these!"

Lena chuckled at Kara's enthusiasm. "Of course, Kara. Go ahead, show them what you're made of."

Lena watched with adoration as Kara joined the other contestants, quickly paying her entry fee and waving down at Lena. She marveled at how Kara's alien DNA allowed her to eat copious amounts of food without feeling sick. It was one of the many things that fascinated her about Kara—her extraordinary abilities and the way they were seamlessly integrated into her everyday life, and how Kara never let them get to her head.

The contest began, and Kara devoured bowl after bowl of ice cream, her determination evident in every spoonful. Lena stood there, cheering Kara on. Lena's thoughts drifted, and she found herself captivated by Kara's features. The twinkle in her electrifying blue eyes, the curve of her smile, and the way sunlight danced on her golden hair. She couldn't help but feel a rush of attraction and desire course through her veins, her desire deepening as she observed Kara's tongue dart out to lick some ice cream that had fallen onto her hand.

Time seemed to fly by, and before she knew it, Kara emerged victorious, the crowd erupting in cheers, some entirely awe struck at Kara's ability to eat that much ice cream. She jumped off the stage with a trophy in hand and a triumphant smile on her lips. Without hesitation, Kara made a beeline for Lena and pulled her into a passionate kiss, celebrating the win.

Lena could taste the sweet remnants of ice cream on Kara's lips, and she felt a surge of warmth in her heart. In that moment, she knew just how lucky she was to be the one Kara ran to, the one she chose to share her victories with. She was Kara's person, and that realization made her heart swell with love.

Back at Lena's apartment, Kara carefully placed the trophy on the mantel, its golden gleam bringing a touch of warmth to the otherwise sleek and clinical space. As Kara prepared to leave, Lena couldn't bear the thought of being alone in her empty apartment. She turned to Kara, her voice laced with vulnerability. "Kara. Stay tonight?"

Kara's eyes softened, and she nodded, a gentle smile gracing her lips. "Of course, Lena. I'll stay." Her simple response filled Lena's heart with relief.

As they settled on the couch, Kara snuggled into Lena's side, the simple act making Lena's heart ache with happiness. She tightened her arms around Kara. Kara looked up at her, excitement evident in her blue eyes. "You know we also won a lifetime's supply of ice cream, right? How about we go get some and have a movie night?"

Lena's breath caught in her throat at the casual mention of "we," a promise of a lifetime spent enjoying simple pleasures together. It was a promise of a lifetime spent with the person she loved most. She couldn't help but smile as she followed Kara out of the apartment to get ice cream.

As they walked down the street, once again hand in hand, Lena couldn't help but think that she had never been this happy in her whole life. Kara brought so much light and joy into her world. They had each other, a lifetime's supply of ice cream, and their love. And in that moment, Lena knew that she had everything she ever wanted.

#fanfic #kara danvers #lena luthor #supercorp #supercorp fanfic #supergirl #kara x lena #kara zor el #cute kara and lena

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 1 year

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10th Day: Just a Little Longer, Baby

Navi

Kazuha x gn!reader, Getou x gn!reader

Advent Calender

Warnings: Getou smokes weed (also, i don't know much about it, so I hope I depicted it alright)

Wordcount: about 200-300 each

“I feel like I´m forgetting something,” you sighed as you looked over the shopping list for the 100th time.

“What is it?” Kazuha asked, peeking over your shoulder in curiosity. “Ah, is this for the celebration Lumine invited us to?”

“Yes. I´ve written down all the ingredients I need for the cookies we wanted to bring, and I´m sure the presents we both decided on are also on here, but I just-“

“I mean, we still have time. How about I make us a hot drink and I read you something while we lay in bed?” he suggested.

Your eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“Are you sure you´re not just too lazy to do the shopping?”

Kazuha laughed sheepishly.

“I just want to spend some time with you, my love,” he said, softly, arms gently embracing you from behind.

“Love, I want to spend time with you too, but we´re invited for tomorrow. Brunch. And it´s nearly a two-hour drive. We can spend time together buying and baking everything together.”

He hummed, considering your argument.

“But-”

“Kazuha,” you warned him, eliciting a pretty laugh from him.

“I´m not doing anything, dear. I just feel like it is my duty to hold you. And right now, that is my priority.”

You sighed, nuzzling against his cheek. After casting one last glance at the list, you stood up and turned around to face your boyfriend.

“I have to admit, your idea does sound good.”

Kazuha sent you a victorious smile.

“It does, doesn´t it?”

“You feel better now, Sugu?” You brushed his hair to the side, watching him as he laid on your lap.

He hummed, breathing out in contentment. Sweet smell hit your nose and your eyes fluttered close for a moment, feeling slightly lightheaded. Getou snorted.

“You´re so cute, baby. All hazy with just a little bit?”

“Not used to it,” you told him, yawning.

“´s good for your sleep.”

“Mmh. Makes you feel a bit better.”

His eyes softened.

“Yeah.” He took another drag, smiling lazily up at you and running his thumb over your cheek as he puffed the smoke back out. “You know what´s gonna make me feel even better though?”

“What?”

“Going to the big mall and looking at the decoration. Getting some hot chocolate and sweet snacks.”

You laughed.

“But I already have a sweet snack in my lap,” you teased. He snorted, before pushing himself up.

“Trust me, baby, ´s gonna be a whole lot better having two snacks”

#getou fluff #getou x reader #jjk getou #jjk x reader #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #kazuha x reader #kaedehara kazuha #kazuha #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin

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dream-meister-translations · 1 year

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GIN - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Ah! That is a popular brand of sake that supposedly tastes delicious! Maybe I could sample just the teeniest of sips一No, No, I must restrain myself."

"Oh, I can't control my desire anymore…Perhaps you can finally satisfy my thirst…?"

"Food, gambling, and beautiful women…Why must there be so many sweet temptations in this world?"

"It's a pleasure to meet you here. If there's anything I can do, I would be happy to help."

"Liquor and food…N-No it's nothing."

"Oh no, this feeling of victory is going to be addictive!"

"It looks like something of value."

"Leave it to me! I may look like this, but I am a connoisseur in my own right."

"I'd like to take a break, but…"

"Come on, let's go. I hope we can find something valuable."

"Are you tired? Then let's find somewhere to take a break."

"After all this hard work, I'm going to take a breather and head to the city. Will you join me?"

"That's all for today. I hope you are satisfied with what I acquired."

"The path of abstinence takes more than one day. Keep up the hard work and train your mind to resist temptation!"

"I feel a little more self-disciplined now. I owe it all to you."

"Restraint is necessary, but never having fun is poison to the body. You should take a break every once in a while."

"More! More! More! I want to enjoy all the pleasures in the world!!"

"Even though I know I shouldn't indulge, I'm so addicted to the pleasures of the world. Is there any way to overcome this temptation?"

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ADEL : Come on, learn to control yourself you pleasure-seeking black fairy, I don't have time for this! GIN : Adel's passion for his work is almost like another form of greed. Well, whatever it is, it's interesting.

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JESTER : You can't resist your own greed, yet you can't indulge in it. You're quite a gem aren't you! I can smell the aroma of misery. GIN : Should I rejoice at the praise? Or should I be angry that I was belittled? I'm torn…

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CHELL : Gin, my merry friend who loves to drink, you must take it slow. Good wine is to be sipped slowly with grace and dignity. GIN : The wine you offered was simply too delicious, I couldn't help but drink it all.

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JESTER : I wonder, what misfortune lies in this place? I'm looking forward to it. GIN : I can't say I understand, but you have a hardcore love of misery, don't you?

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CHELL : I really don't mind if you share with me, Gin. GIN : I'm sorry, but during our exploration, I'm going to ask you to keep that bottle of liquor out of my sight so I can concentrate. Please.

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GHOST : Gin…We've been on this quest for some time now. I can't have you losing your mind, is everything alright? GIN : Yes, I'm sure it will be fine once I've had my fill of lust…

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JESTER : You will never find what you are looking for. It all ends in vain. But, that kind of misery isn't so bad. GIN : As far as I'm concerned, in this adventure, all I'm searching for is a way to satisfy my desires.

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CHELL : Hmm~ I think it's time for a short break. I'm going to have a drink. You want some, Gin? GIN : D-Don't let me see it! I can't stand it!! 一Okay let's drink!

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GHOST : Looking at Gin, I find myself wishing I could throw caution to the wind and play. GIN : Then let's play! Come on~ Come on~ Come on~♪

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JESTER : What a surprise! I can't believe the search has come to an end without a single mishap! GIN : You really are so obsessed with misfortune…I have a lot of respect for you!

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CHELL : Glad to see we made it through. I can honestly say, it's all thanks to your hard work, Gin. I'll have to introduce you to some fine wine as a reward for your efforts. GIN : Sounds like a wonderful plan! After all the hard work we put in, we deserve to be rewarded!

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GHOST : Have you ever considered acting? If you pretend to be someone else, you'll discover something new about yourself. GIN : Acting, hmm? There is pleasure to be had, having all of those people's eyes on you, right? I see, you have a point.

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#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #Gin

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 1 year

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The Tri-Cone Cup: Chapter 1

Scovillia Student Fan: Hurry! HURRY! I can’t wait! WAITING. IS.IMPOSSIBLE!!! Spicy Scovillia Student: Hold your flames! You’re not the only one that’s excited! Hot Scovillia Student: That’s right! Capsaicin Cookie is gonna win, I’m sure! There’s no one better than him! Spicy Scovillia Student: You BETCHA! And even if someone had second thoughts, the show he put on during the Triple Cone Cup’s trials surely made everyone change their minds! Hot Scovillia Student: Ha ha! LONG LIVE THE SPICE OVERLORD! Scovillia Student Fan: Quiet! Everybody knows Capsaicin Cookie hates that name! Spicy Scovillia Student: Then how about… THE KING OF FLAMES! Scovillia Student Fan: GOD OF FIRE! Scovillia Student Fan: STAAAHP! Looks like everybody has gathered! Let’s go, or they’ll leave without us! ???: ♪♬♩♪♪~♬ Lil Pepper Cookie: Is everyone here? Latecomers will have to RUN to the Mountains of Trials and Harmony! Lil Pepper Cookie: You’ll have to run even if you are on time though! HA! Students of Scovillia: Wa ha ha ha ha! Flaming Hot Wing: Cluck CLUUUUCK! ???: ♬♪~♩♪♩~ Lil Pepper Cookie: Headmaster! Time for your speech!

Scovillia Headmaster: Hmpf! Very well! Scovillia Headmaster: As you all know, the Triple Cone Cup is a prestigious competition between the three Academies with a long history that goes back to… Scovillia Headmaster: Doesn’t matter! What matters is that we didn’t win last time, the time before that, the time before that, the time before that, and… Hot Scovillia Student: TOO LONG! Spicy Scovillia Student: WE WANT CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Scovillia Headmaster: PRECISELY! This year is gonna be different! For now, our champion is none other than Capsaicin Cookies, who wields the full might of SPICE! Scovillia Headmaster: CAPSAICIN COOKIE! Think you can win this time?! Capsaicin Cookie: Wrong question, headmaster!

Capsaicin Cookie: Ask how big a feast we’re gonna have AFTER we return victorious! Students of Scovillia: OOOOOOOOH! Capsaicin Cookie: Spice will prevail! SCOVILLIA WILL PREVAIL! Flaming Hot Wing: CLUCK CLUCK BAGAAAWK! Capsaicin Cookie: I’m the spiciest of the spiciest! I’m not gonna lose to a sad bunch of bland normies! Students of Scovillia: LORD! OF! SPICE! LORD! OF! SPICE! CAP! SAI! CIN! CHAM! PI! ON! Echoes of Scovillia: CUZ I’M FLAMING HOT! Capsaicin Cookie: Now let’s go! Let’s go get that shiny cup! Students of Scovillia: OOOOOOOOH!

Hot Scovillia Student: The Mountains of Trials and Harmony…! But the air smells like… nothing! Spicy Scovillia Student: This is the place! Huh…? Look at that airship…! Scovillia Student Fan: The Crème Knights! Crème Knights Preceptor: …

???: Ugh… This spicy scent…! ???: Must be the students from the Scovillia Academy. Honorable Paladin Trainee: Kouign-Amann Cookie, you need not concern yourself with them. Serious Paladin Trainee: Yes, do not worry about that ragtag bunch, Kouign-Amann Cookie. They will be smart to avoid… provocations. Spicy Scovillia Student: Whoah! Look at that Cookie’s ginormous sword! She’s handling it like it’s a twig…! Hot Scovillia Student: Huh, there aren’t too many of our own who are THAT strong! Lil Pepper Cookie: Psh! Cut it out! Soon, those stuck up Paladins will taste the power of spice! Flaming Hot Wing: CLUUUCK! Crème Knights Preceptor: …Paladins! This is our chance to demonstrate the superiority of our values and beliefs! Crème Knights Trainees: Yes sir! Capsaicin Cookie: Ooh, swift moves! If anyone’s looking for a fight, hit me up! Flaming Hot Wing: C-cluck…? Scovillia Student Fan: *sniff sniff* Huh…? Do you smell something sweet? Scovillia Headmaster: Ah, the smell of fruits! Must be the Parfaedia delegation.

Parfaedia Principal: Wonderful! The other delegations have already arrived! Berry Parfaedia Student: Ugh… Who would’ve known the magical flight would be so.. Unpleasant! I think I need a moment here… ???: A first-timer, are we? I have just the potion for your nausea. Yours for just five thousand Coins! Berry Parfaedia Student: Ugh… I’m… I’m good! Parfaedia Principal: “Never turn away from good will,” they say. Here! Let’s see if your potion will help me from my dizziness. *gulp* Parfaedia Principal: Hmmm… It’s good! Very good! The formula is quite refined indeed! And it worked right away. Brilliant! Parfaedia Principal: That’s a true Parfaedian here! Our hopes are high, Prune Juice Cookie! Honorable Paladin Trainee: Looks like the other champions are formidable opponents. It won’t be an easy win… Lil Pepper Cookie: Hm… I heard that the Parfaedians are as strong as they are sweet…! Spicy Scovillia Student: Huh, really…? Does it mean that potion Cookie is strong too? Hot Scovillia Student: W-we are gonna win though, right?!

???: Ha ha! Wonderful! Each delegation arrived just on time! Welcome, my friends! Lil Pepper Cookie: H-huh…? Gelato Trio Cookie: My name is Gelato Trio Cookie and I am the groundskeeper for the Mountains of Trials and Harmony! Gelato Trio Cookie: Let me introduce you to the Cookie in charge of rules and announcements… GELATO TRIO COOKIE! Gelato Trio Cookie: Next, let me introduce you to the commentator of the tournament… GELATO TRIO COOKIE! Gelato Trio Cookie: And lastly! Let us not forget about our valiant head of security… GELATO TRIO COOKIE! Berry Parfaedia Student: Looks like they are a bit… understaffed…! Gelato Trio Cookie: Are you ready for a warm welcome ceremony?! Then it’s time you proceed to the tournament field!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Ah, just look at the bright faces of our three champions! I never get tired of the excitement about the upcoming tournament! Gelato Trio Cookie: I am honored to proclaim that the Triple Cone Cup has officially begun! Gelato Trio Cookie: May this tournament be a celebration of the profound and timeless friendship between the three Academies! Gelato Trio Cookie: Long, long ago, in times beyond memory! In the age when order and chaos coexisted! When dessert monsters roamed freely across the land… lived three Cookies. Gelato Trio Cookie: A knight of rich and noble butter, a wizard who reshaped the world with the power of fruits… Gelato Trio Cookie: …and a warrior, spiciest of all! Gelato Trio Cookie: You could not imagine three Cookies more dissimilar, and yet after countless adventures, Fate brought them together. Gelato Trio Cookie: But who was the strongest of the three, they wondered. Gelato Trio Cookie: And for three days and nights, they fought and fought… But none could prevail! Gelato Trio Cookie: After a long skirmish, when all the three flavors were soundly mixed up… At this very place, atop the Mountains of Trials and Harmony… Gelato Trio Cookie: One Cookie spoke…

Gelato Trio Cookie: “Let us three take apprentices. If us three cannot find the answer, let us see whose values, wit, and skill prove to be worthy of living on!” Gelato Trio Cookie: And so they parted ways. Soon, the three schools were built… Gelato Trio Cookie: The very schools whose champions have gathered here to compete in the Triple Cone Cup! Gelato Trio Cookie: On behalf of the Three Founders, and all the champions before you, I greet you here, at the Triple Cone Cup! You are the new generation to carry this tradition into the future! Gelato Trio Cookie: Now then, Champions! Are you prepared to find out who is the strongest of the three? Gelato Trio Cookie: May the strongest emerge victorious! Gelato Trio Cookie: Demonstrate that your hard-earned skill, superior intellect, and ever-burning spirit is worthy of the Triple Cone Cup! Gelato Trio Cookie: MAY THE TOURNAMENT BEGIN! Students: HOOORAAAAY!

Hot Scovillia Student: Show them your fire, Capsaicin Cookie! Serious Paladin Trainee: Kouign-Amann Cookie, show them what a true Paladin is capable of! Spicy Scovillia Student: Ha ha, yeah! Let’s see what you sweetlings are made of! Berry Parfaedia Student: Those Cookies are obviously very excited…! Citrus Pardaedia Student: We can’t let them win! PAR! FAE! DIA! PAR! FAE! DIA! Gelato Trio Cookie: Ah, the excitement in the air! The roar of the audience! I bet every Cookie here is anticipating a fierce competition! Gelato Trio Cookie: This is the end of the welcome ceremony! But there is something missing, don’t you agree? Gelato Trio Cookie: Champions and honorable delegates! You’ve come a long way! So enjoy the rest of the day to your heart’s content at the WELCOME FEAST! Gelato Trio Cookie: WELCOME TO THE TRIPLE CONE CUP! Students: HOOORAAAAY!

Scovillia Quarters

Capsaicin Cookie: Ha ha! That was one fine feast! Flaming Hot Wing: CLUCK! Scovillia Student Fan: …C-Capsaicin Cookie! Spicy Scovillia Student: Do you think we… really can win? Lil Pepper Cookie: Why you…! The competition hasn’t even started and you’re talking weak already?! Scovillia Headmaster: What is going on here! Lil Pepper Cookie: …Headmaster! Scovillia Headmaster: What a sorry bunch! Toughen up! It’s gonna be a good opportunity for you lot to learn that there’re a lot of Cookies in the world who are bland AND strong! Hot Scovillia Student: We… we are doomed… Scovillia Headmaster: What is this nonsense that I hear?! Where is your flaming Scovillian spirit?! Did it waft into the local clean air?! Scovillia Headmaster: Yes, the world is vast and full of formidable foes! But real defeat is the defeat of the spirit! Scovillia Headmaster: Don’t you agree, Capsaicin Cookie, hm? Are you ready to demonstrate the full might of Scovillia at tomorrow’s trial? Capsaicin Cookie: Ha ha! Of course! Capsaicin Cookie: For I am the fire that will burn anyone who dares to stand in Scovillia’s way! Students of Scovillia: Yeah! Capsaicin Cookie is our champion! Students of Scovillia: Show them what the word “spicy” means!

Meanwhile, Crème Knights’ Quarters

Crème Knights Trainees: Kouign-Amann Cookie! May the Light bring you victory! Crème Knights Trainees: You are the Paladin we all aspire to become! Vanilla Sugar Cookie: Ah, the glorious Light shines through you! It pleases me to see such bright young paladins! Honorable Paladin Trainee: E-Elder Vanilla Sugar Cookie! And that’s… Ser Financier Cookie…! Financier Cookie: …Financier Cookie, at your service. Elder Vanilla Sugar Cookie is under my protection. Vanilla Sugar Cookie: I have seen many Triple Cone Cups with these eyes… Vanilla Sugar Cookie: The once little sparks of light were forged by the trials and grew into brilliant lights, shining in the glory of our Republic…! Vanilla Sugar Cookie: Young Kouign-Amann Cookie, may you shine the brightest of them all! Vanilla Sugar Cookie: And may the glory of the Celestials keep you safe! I suppose it is time we take our leave. Ser Financier Cookie…? Financier Cookie: Yes, Elder Vanilla Sugar Cookie. Financier Cookie: …Kouign-Amann Cookie. Your light shines farther than you might think. Financier Cookie: Remember this: The Celestials will guide you, step by step. Honorable Paladin Trainee: Oh… Serious Paladin Trainee: To be personally greeted by Elder Vanilla Sugar Cookie and Ser Financier Cookie is a tremendous honor…! Honorable Paladin Trainee: Kouign-Amann Cookie, I know you’ll win! There is no doubt in that! Serious Paladin Trainee: Those Scovillians, huh… They do look spicy, but looks can be deceiving. I wonder what they’re truly made of. Honorable Paladin Trainee: I hear they call their champion “The Spice Overlord…!” Honorable Paladin Trainee: And the Parfaedians… There is a saying: “Not even Parfaedians themselves can predict their own magics.” But they are no match for Kouign-Amann Cookie! Serious Paladin Trainee: Hear hear! Our champion is prepared for everything! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Of course, noble Paladins! After all, I haven’t lost a single fight! Surely, this tournament won’t be any different.

Meanwhile, Parfaedian Quarters

Berry Parfaedia Student: …We can win… Right? Citrus Parfaedia Student: I wonder if Prune Juice Cookie really has what it takes to win… Parfaedian Students: Always fiddling around with his potions… Neither does he excel at Cream Incantations, nor is he particularly great at Jelly Defense Spells… Parfaedian Students: What if we picked the wrong Cookie as our Champion?! But I must admit, his potions are pretty effective… They say he can even brew a “sick leave” potion for you! ???: Is that so? I’d be the first to try that out, he he! ???: Looks like we will have a chance to witness his potion-brewing prowess in action! Berry Parfaedia Student: Oh… P-professors…! Parfaedia Principal: My esteemed colleagues have arrived to wish our Champion good luck directly! Parfaedia Principal: Speaking of… Where is our prized champion, Prune Juice Cookie? Parfaedian Students: He’s preparing his potions. Parfaedian Students: He told us to not bother him… Eclair Cookie: But the feast has only just ended! Remarkable! What an honor it is to have such a diligent student! Latte Cookie: We did our best to arrive as soon as possible, yet we are late once again, huh! Latte Cookie: Potionmaking is a fickle craft! One minor change can make everything awry. Let’s leave the well-wishing for a later occasion. Eclair Cookie: Yes, the last thing I’d want to do is to pester a student with my nagging before an event of such great importance! Latte Cookie: A pity…! Well, make sure to cheer our Champion for us! Parfaedian Students: Well yeah, we’ll try…

Parfaedia Quarters - Inner Chambers

Prune Juice Cookie: Phew… I was afraid all that spice in the air will affect my formulas… Prune Juice Cookie: But it seems it can’t reach here. Good! Prune Juice Cookie: Hmm… It’s me against a Spice Overlord and Her Holiness. Nothing really unexpected, huh. Prune Juice Cookie: Now the real question is whether my ingredients will be delivered on time…! Prune Juice Cookie: Whoops, I almost spilled that…! Prune Juice Cookie: Focus, Prune Juice Cookie, focus! We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us!

Students: HOOORAAAAY! Gelato Trio Cookie: Good morning! Good morning, esteemed guests! Did everyone have a restful sleep? Gelato Trio Cookie: The Triple Cone Cup is about to begin! Allow me to walk you through the rules… Gelato Trio Cookie: The tournament will consist of three trials! Gelato Trio Cookie: Pass a trial, and you will receive a valuable relic left by our ancestors!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Who will be the Cookie to claim the relics and take the Triple Cone Cup home? Gelato Trio Cookie: …Hm? The noble Gelato Trio Cookie thinks that it might be a knight of dough so valiant and brave! Gelato Trio Cookie: …No no no, the piquant Gelato Trio Cookie is sure that it might be a wielder of Scovillia’s scorching spice! Gelato Trio Cookie: …Ah, but the sweet Gelato Trio Cookie predicts that it might be a scholar well-versed in the magic of desserts? Gelato Trio Cookie: Ha ha! May the victory be claimed by the most worthy! Gelato Trio Cookie: Dear guests! Are you ready for the Triple Cone Cup tournament?! Students: HOOORAAAAY!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Here, on the Mountains of Trials and Harmony, envied by the land and piercing the very sky… Gelato Trio Cookie: …a great battle of ambition begins! ‘TIS TIME FOR THE FIRST TRIAL! Gelato Trio Cookie: …Ahem! This broadcast was made possible by our generous sponsors at the Parfaedia Institue* who gracefully provided the All-Seeing Jellyvisor!

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Gelato Trio Cookie: Do not miss a speck of flour with the utmost precision and impeccable quality of Parfaedian Magical Optics! Students: HOOORAAAAY! Gelato Trio Cookie: Dear guests! Allow me to introduce our astonishing contenders! Gelato Trio Cookie: CHAMPIONS, PLEASE ENTER THE ARENA!

Capsaicin Cookie: SPICE ABOVE ALL! Students of Scovillia: CAPSAICIN COOKIE FOR THE WIN!!!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: The Light will bring me victory! Crème Knights Trainees: KOUIGN-AMANN COOKIE’S VICTORY IS INEVITABLE!

Prune Juice Cookie: Heh, so that’s who I will be dealing with, huh! Citrus Parfaedia Student: Pa… Citrus Parfaedia Student: PARFAEDIA! PARFAEDIA!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Woho! I see the three champions are in good spirits this morning! Gelato Trio Cookie: Before we begin, I must explain the rules of the first trial!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Champions, your goal is to light up the Great Bonfire! Gelato Trio Cookie: We have placed a torch at each champion’s starting position! Gelato Trio Cookie: A red one for Scovillia, a yellow one for Crème Knights, a blue one for the Parfaedia Institute. Gelato Trio Cookie: Now, do you see the Great Bonfire fashioned in the shape of a Triple Cone Cup at the center of the arena? Gelato Trio Cookie: The winner of the first trial will be determined by the color of the flame at the end of the given time! Capsaicin Cookie: May the spiciest Cookie win! ME! Ha ha ha! Prune Juice Cookie: Flexing your muscles from the very beginning, are we…? Kouign-Amann Cookie: Ha! My dear Cookies, you won’t even make it to the bonfire in time! Gelato Trio Cookie: Ha ha ha! Ah, the youthful vigor! Champions, are you ready?! Gelato Trio Cookie: Well then… Gelato Trio Cookie: THE FIRST TRIAL STARTS… NOW!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: HYAH!

Whoooosh!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Ack! The air around that Cookie… is burning hot…! Capsaicin Cookie: Ha ha! You aren’t gonna parry my SPICE with that sword of yours! Prune Juice Cookie: (Huh, I’ll leave you two to it…!) Capsaicin Cookie: WITNESS THE POWER… Capsaicin Cookie: OF SPICE!

WHOOOOSH!

Kouign-Amann Cookie: Gah! He set the entire arena aflame! Prune Juice Cookie: Such power! Impressive! Ouch! Hot hot hot…! Capsaicin Cookie: Ha ha ha! It’s SHOWTIME!

Whooosh!

Students of Scovillia: WOOOHOOO! GO, CAPSAICIN COOKIE!

Prune Juice Cookie: Ugh…! Prune Juice Cookie: (Just as I expected! Charging headfirst with that ridiculous strength of his…) Prune Juice Cookie: And I have just the item for that! *Gulp gulp gulp…!* Kouign-Amann Cookie: This is not the time for refreshments! HIYAH! Prune Juice Cookie: Oh, I am aware of that! Watch this! Gelato Trio Cookie: What do we see?! Prune Juice Cookie is running over the lake of fire! Capsaicin Cookie: Huh? WHAT?! He’s gonna burn to a crisp! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Is he… that desperate?! Gelato Trio Cookie: And while the other champions are there frozen confusion…!

Whooosh!

Gelato Trio Cookie: PRUNE JUICE COOKIE HAS LIT THE GREAT BONFIRE! But is the champion alright?! Prune Juice Cookie: *cough cough* Phew! I can barely keep my eyes open!

Gelato Trio Cookie: UN-BE-LIVEABLE! PRUNE JUICE COOKIE IS UNSCATCHED! And the fire seems to be going out as well! Prune Juice Cookie: He he, you must be crumbling to know how I did it? Welp, let me introduce you to a special little potion of mine… Kouign-Amann Cookie: Don’t you dare think it’s over yet!

BANG!

Prune Juice Cookie: Aaaaah…!

Whooosh!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Kouign-Amann Cookie pushes away Prune Juice Cookie…! THE GREAT BONFIRE TURNS YELLOW! Gelato Trio Cookie: WHAT AN UNPREDICTABLE COMPETITION! Dear guests, keep your eyes wide open!

Capsaicin Cookie: Ha ha! I like you two! I thought only us, Scovillians, weren’t afraid of fire! Capsaicin Cookie: Then how about THIS!

BANG!

Prune Juice Cookie: Oh…! Gelato Trio Cookie: Prune Juice Cookie is incapacitated! And… I CAN’T BELIEVE MY OWN EYES!

Gelato Trio Cookie: With a single strike of his fist, Capsaicin Cookie has turned the whole arena into a volcanic crater! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Oh, Light…! Gelato Trio Cookie: Capsaicin Cookie rushes towards the bonfire…!

Whooosh!

Gelato Trio Cookie: …AND LIGHTS UP THE RED FLAME OF SCOVILLIA!

Students of Scovillia: WAY TO GO, CAPSAICIN COOKIE! SO SPICY!!! Kouign-Amann Cookie: I thought my dough was tough but this is… beyond the scope of Cookie capabilities! Prune Juice Cookie: I’m just a frail little Cookie…! Do you think that’s fair? CLANK!

Capsaicin Cookie: Where is this smoke coming from?! Another potion?! Prune Juice Cookie: Now you want to hear about my potion, huh? Oh, what a joyous moment! Prune Juice Cookie: This Prune Juice Cookie’s special potion no.3: Liquid Smokescreen! Berry Parfaedia Student: H-he’s speaking right into the All-Seeing Jellyvisor…! Prune Juice Cookie: And I’m gonna use this brief moment of confusion… Kouign-Amann Cookie: Now where do you think you’re going! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Light, guide me!

WHOOOOSH!

Parfaedian Student: It’s so bright I can’t see a thing…! Students of Scovillia: The smoke is going away! Crème Knights Trainees: The fire! What color is the fire?!

Whooosh!

Parfaedian Students: AAAAAH….! Crème Knights Trainees: YES! IT’S YELLOW! Prune Juice Cookie: Oho… A reckless move! I didn’t expect you to dive into the smoke! Kouign-Amann Cookie: If you can do it, so can I! I will never run away from a challenge, for that is the way of the true paladin! Crème Knights Trainees: WHOOOOAH! Prune Juice Cookie: (Huh… If Capsaicin Cookie is the reckless, charge-first-type, this one here is an honest, noble knight!) Prune Juice Cookie: (Both are very straight to the point and frankly, simple… Looks like I can use THAT then, he he…)

Gelato Trio Cookie: What a trial! Can anyone here predict the outcome?! I sure can’t! Gelato Trio Cookie: Will it be Kouign-Amann Cookie with dough of pure light or Capsaicin Cookie, the Lord of Fire?! Gelato Trio Cookie: Both have great chances to win indeed! Gelato Trio Cookie: CHAMPIONS, YOU HAVE ONE MINUTE LEFT! Gelato Trio Cookie: Looks like Capsaicin Cookie is on the move! Will the scorching champion succeed?! Capsaicin Cookie: It doesn’t matter! I’ll light up the bonfire again and again! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Hah! A Paladin NEVER gives up! Capsaicin Cookie: I’LL BURN IT UP! Kouign-Amann Cookie: LIGHT, AID ME! Hyah!

BANG! CLING! CLANG!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Ah, time is running out! Thirteen seconds…! Twelve seconds…! Prune Juice Cookie: This is not over yet! Kouign-Amann Cookie: You…! Stop right there or I will…! HYAH!

Prune Juice Cookie: Gah…? Cough…! Ack…!

*thud*

Kouign-Amann Cookie: …What…?! Capsaicin Cookie: W-what did you do…?! Is that… JAM?! Kouign-Amann Cookie: No, there is no way I…! I used the blunt end on purpose…! Gelato Trio Cookie: Six! Five! Four…! Capsaicin Cookie: Quick! We must take him to the infirmary! Capsaicin Cookie: HEY?! TRIO COMMENTATOR?! Prune Juice Cookie: Khyah… Eugh… Kh…

Swoosh!

Whooosh!

Prune Juice Cookie: No need for the infirmary! Ha ha ha ha! Capsaicin Cookie: …HUH? Gelato Trio Cookie: ONE SECOND LEFT! AAAAND… THE FLAME BURNS BLUE! Gelato Trio Cookie: THE FIRST TRIAL IS OVER! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …I can’t believe it! Gelato Trio Cookie: Prune Juice Cookie used the confusion to snatch victory from his rival’s hands! Gelato Trio Cookie: There is only one thing left! The relic to be granted to our first winner!

Gelato Trio Cookie: Prepare to witness the Scovilsky Manuscript containing one of the Three Founders’ spicy secrets… Gelato Trio Cookie: What secret does it hold?! We might never know… But Prune Juice Cookie will certainly get a chance! It is yours, champion!

Prune Juice Cookie: Yes, yes… Thank you…! Thank you! My name is Prune Juice Cookie, the potionmaker! Kouign-Amann Cookie: …I still can’t believe it! He was spouting jam just a moment ago! Prune Juice Cookie: Oh dear… why the long faces! I suppose I owe you an explanation! Prune Juice Cookie: There are many students within the walls of our esteemed school. Naturally, some of them are lazier than the others. And what is the best way to skip classes without punishment? Prune Juice Cookie: Sick leave! And what you have witnessed some moment ago was my carefully crafted potion to cater to the needs of the student collective! Prune Juice Cookie: The infamous “It’s NOT… alive!” potion! That can make your dough cold and stale… for some time! Prune Juice Cookie: I must admit, it’s one of my finest creations! Rest assured, my customers’ anonymity is guaranteed! Capsaicin Cookie: But the jam from your injury…! Prune Juice Cookie: Ah, the jam… Theatrics! It’s more fun with special effects, ha ha! Prune Juice Cookie: You should’ve seen your faces! Ha ha ha! Prune Juice Cookie: …If you wield the power to move the earth, or have gods and deities watching over you… Prune Juice Cookie: Surely a Cookie or two crumbling in some tournament shouldn’t bother you. Prune Juice Cookie: Tsk. This is the problem with you “gifted” Cookies! Such arrogance! Kouign-Amann Cookie: Ugh…! Prune Juice Cookie: Oh, but I suppose I owe you my thanks! Because I WON! He he. Prune Juice Cookie: Now, if you excuse me…

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