Sagau but make it Cookie run
A/n: also yes I'm gonna write a part 2 really soon^^
K OK OK OK I just have the perfect idea for a au, so in this au is very similar to the sagau (self aware genshin au) BUT instead of genshin it's cookie run (sacrau) but without the self aware(for now) and we end up with a au where reader is the creator of the cookie run universe (earthbread) and I've got some images along w/ that idea.
Pre-self aware:
Ok so first of image goes like this: imagine being the creator of the cookie run universe and be capable to just look at the cookies lives all day long and just like observe like, what do they do? How do they interact with one another? What are their natural enemies? Oh dear do they need to be protected from those cakehounds near the forest? Don't worry cuz the creator is here! And you just summon a cookie fence so they'll stay safe^^
Imagine if perhaps a kingdom or a land one day they run out of their sugar supply and little cookies are running around and panicking because like how are they gonna survive?????? And then out of nowhere the creator summons a hole ass bag full with sugar that is triple the size of them, and in a empty area in front of them
OK but like IMAGINE you, the creator, making miniature houses for fun and then later giving them to the cookies are in need of one 😭😭😭 like the ones bellow
of course the cookies would be confused abb this weird phenomena but in the end they would be thanking the heavenly witches for their blessing
What if you, the creator, have the capability to transform yourself as a cookie and you just look around in awe at the miniature buildings you created being used and cherished by other cookies aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Also imagine before you, the creator, would transform into a cookie I don't think you would be able to understand what the cookies are saying, and for example whenever you would observe herb cookie you would just hear "hoohoo, hoohoohoo hoohooHOO" (context: herb cookie is in his weekly therapy session)
Also I want to publicly apologize to my friend cuz I spammed them in the early morning cuz I got milky way cookie and financiers costume, anyways Stan milky way cookie.
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Morning Cuddles (Cookie Run Kingdom x Reader headcanons)
(A small collective of headcanons for some cookies)
Éclair Cookie:
.This man flusters so easily, anything from a kiss to a hug gets his face red.
.Though in the early mornings and especially if it’s raining, he’s the one to start cuddling you. He just finds it a lovely things to start off the day with.
.Not even he can escape the lazy effect the sight and sound of rain gives a person, opening the museum can wait. The beloved in his arms matters more right now, the rain commands it.
.Really loves nuzzling his face into your hair or neck.
.Yes, you can even do this at his desk, just sitting on his lap while he holds you close. He can take a small break from his relics, his lovely needs his attention after all.
Clotted Cream Cookie:
.The mornings are always so pleasant, with sunlight fluttering in through the windows as the whole republic begins to wake up.
.Clotted Cream is already cuddling you, has been since last night.
.He loves holding you close to him as a small gesture to show his love, sometimes he just doesn’t want to get out of bed right away.
.If you try on those days, he’ll just pull you back down into his arms muttering “A few more minutes dear~.” While giving you a playful grin. How can you refuse?
.You lay there together as all the servants start to get up and one of them has to knock on the door thinking you’re still asleep. Sometimes you do fall back asleep so the knock is both appreciated and hated.
Dark Cacao Cookie:
.He’s normally not much of a cuddler on his own, expressing those deeper emotions has always been a problem that he’s been slowly managing to remedy.
.More often than not if you want to cuddle you have to start it with him and he’ll follow your lead.
.Don’t be fooled by his cold exterior he’s very warm and being locked in his arms, pressed close to his chest, is just one of the most pleasant feelings in the world.
.Sometimes if he manages to find the words and emotional courage, he’ll even pet you while muttering praises and things he likes about you. He made a mistake about showing little love once…he won’t make it again.
.There is one thing that will guarantee him starting a cuddle, if the outside’s cold air manages to slip into the citadel and makes you shiver, he’ll react. The moment Dark Cacao notices you’re cold in any way he’ll automatically begin to hold you as to warm you up. You’re not complaining.
Espresso Cookie:
.Getting morning cuddles from him is difficult especially since he can go for days without sleeping.
.You’re often alone in your shared bed because he’s busy with his work, but the coffee cookie always manages to make it up to you.
.When he is able to cuddle you, he’ll take full advantage of it to make you happy and also to hopefully get you to forgive him if you’re mad. He’ll hold you close pressed against him, nuzzling your hair and leaving little butterfly on your head. He’ll be quietly apologizing and telling you everything he loves about you.
.It works every time because you can’t stay mad at this workaholic.
.Sometimes if you WANT and are GOING to get his cuddling, you’ll head straight to his work desk and climb onto him like “Hm, dear what is it- Eeeeheee!”. When you start the cuddling, especially like that, nothing can stop him from being immensely flustered.
Affogato Cookie:
.This man trusts no one so the fact you’re at this point shows a special tenacity about you, or a quality that he greatly likes.
.When the snake is in love, he’ll give you anything you want if it’ll make you happy, herbs, sweets, coins, (some things it’s best to not question where he gets it) etc. So, something as simple as cuddle in the morning he’ll find amusing but pleasant.
.After the first time he views this as a GREAT luxury.
.Due to his inner self-image issues and self-loathing, he won’t admit that you wanting to cuddle him greatly warms his heart. So, it’s an act of love he’ll gladly give.
.He’ll always ensure you’re the most comfortable in his arms and he’ll hold you even closer if you’re cold, wrapped up in the snake’s coils ever so snuggly.
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Espresso x Clotted Cream let them be nice and domestic with each other idk maybe theyre making bread but fucking suck at it let them b nice to each other pelase
The aroma of freshly-baked bread punctuated the kitchen, drifting about like a tantalizing promise. It rose in the oven, outer crust turning crisp and almost golden, cracking here and there as it expanded. The inside of it would be airy and light. Butter could melt on it.
Espresso imagined it as he sipped on his coffee, relaxing. At the end of the day, he'd done good work--today was a day to relax, and he figured he may as well try dabbling in something that his coworkers insisted was somewhat akin to his particular brand of science. Apparently baking required specific steps to be taken to heart--any vague mis-measuring or overmixing could be the difference between a successful end product and a disaster.
He was confident.
"It doesn't look right," his husband commented by the oven. Espresso turned his head to frown at his backside, leaning against the nearby counter and doubled over to peed into the partially-open oven.
"Of course it won't," he commented briskly. "Not if you keep letting all the heat out." Clotted Cream shifted, as if he were considering leaving the oven be, but he ended up not moving. Espresso sighed. "Just close it and wait for the timer to go off."
"It looks like ghost bread," Clotted Cream explained, finally shutting it as slowly and quietly as he could. "Isn't there supposed to be a brown crust around it, like the kind you buy at the store?"
"I don't know," Espresso shrugged. "I've never made bread before."
Clotted Cream looked at him over his shoulder, his eyes widened and brow furrowed with a vague sense of worry. His oft-present smile--charming, confident and guarded--was gone now, replaced with a fretfulness that extended outward, in the way that he began to pace about the kitchen to get himself a glass of wine. His hands shook just a little as he poured it, though he tried to keep it steady. Espresso guessed that he was stressed--a glance at the calendar was all the reminder he needed that his schedule was swamped with appointments and deadlines.
"Clotted Cream, I'm not going to divorce you over bad bread."
The Consul lifted his head at that, staring at Espresso for a few long moments before gesturing about vaguely. "I didn't say anything."
"Sit with me," Espresso suggested, reaching a foot out to nudge one of the chairs at the table out. "Tell me about your day."
He did. For the next hour and a half, Clotted Cream and Espresso talked, first about work and then about other matters. Clotted had a short day, but a hard one--it was always a difficult day where private discussions with the Elders were involved. He was more than happy to leave the office early and offload his work, relieved that overstaffing was a current issue. Espresso thought bitterly of Elder Custard, Clotted Cream's miserable excuse for a father, and felt disgust coil in his stomach.
From there, it shifted to lighter things. Clotted Cream saw a little dog on his route home and has been thinking about it ever since. "No," Espresso said, firmly, "we aren't getting a dog." Clotted Cream nodded and agreed, explaining that he knew they were both too busy to take care of one. But it was a nice thought.
An hour and a half later, the timer went off, interrupting Espresso's explanation of why cat claws can sheathe and dog claws couldn't. Clotted Cream and Espresso both rose to their feet and advanced towards the oven, Espresso grabbing the oven mitts on the way. He opened the oven while his husband reached over him to turn the timer off.
He blinked down at the bread.
"...Oh."
Clotted Cream looked over his shoulder, frowning down at the bread, as well. Espresso's cheeks felt warm at the fact that he knew this, a traitorous butterfly flitting in his stomach enough to make him shiver. "Yeah," Clotted Cream agreed, his voice bleak and vague. "It looks like a ghost."
Nonetheless, Espresso took the loaf pan out, setting it on the stove top and closing it carefully. Clotted Cream took a stick of butter out of the fridge and began smearing it over the steaming top, but Espresso doubted that it'd do much. Curiously, he took a knife and tapped at its surface once Clotted Cream was done with that.
"...It feels crisp," he noted. "Let's see how it cuts."
And cut, he did--though he gave up on the bread knife quickly and reached for a steak knife instead. Surely the crust wasn't meant to be as tough as it was--it was so strange and peculiar, how it looked undercooked but felt like it was burnt! Even with a steak knife, the cutting wasn't easy--the crust on the bottom was insistent about staying attached, stubborn and clingy. When he finally took a piece and set it on a plate, the inside of the bread was thick and cakey.
One slice for each of them, slathered in bread. It smelt like bread, and it tasted like bread, but it tasted so thick and moist that it ended up making Espresso wonder if the dough was undercooked. Clotted Cream grimaced as he chewed, his refined palette finding it difficult to digest in comparison to Espresso's more tolerant stomach.
"...It's edible," Clotted Cream commented. "I think."
"Let's retrace our steps," Espresso suggested, setting his bread on the plate and bracing himself against the counter. "The dough didn't necessarily double in size when we were letting it raise in the pre-heated oven both times. What could be the reason for that? Did you activate the yeast?"
Clotted Cream blinked, double-taking at Espresso. "...Activate the yeast?"
"The little packet," Espresso explained. "That's the yeast. According to the instructions on the back of the packet, you activate it by letting it sit in hot water for a few minutes."
"...There were instructions on the back of it?" Clotted Cream cleared his throat, turning his head away, face turning warm and pink with embarrassment. "Well--I don't know about any instructions on the packet! I was just following what the cookbook said."
...So he didn't activate the yeast.
Espresso expected himself to be irritated at the blatant lack of regard, but amusement and warmth tickled him instead. Clotted Cream wasn't a cook--it seemed that every time he tried to cook in his own house, something horrible went terribly wrong. He remembered the rank stench of burnt cake around when they first started dating, the first instance where Clotted Cream's professional demeanor started to crack on the edges. "I wanted to impress you," he'd said miserably, "but I just ended up making a fool of myself..."
Espresso found out quickly that Clotted Cream's tendency to not do what commoner cookies tended to do was less for lack of interest and more for lack of knowing how to proceed with it in the first place. What was the point of trying to do something if you were just going to make a fool of yourself? Better to stick to what you already know and preserve your image.
"Hey," Espresso urged, his voice soft as he reached to rest a hand on Clotted Cream's shoulder. "Think of it like this. At least you didn't start a fire in the oven. Progress."
Clotted Cream blinked, looking at Espresso and meeting his gaze for a moment. His shoulders eased, relaxing, a tentative smile easing on his face and reaching his leafy green eyes. "At least it's edible," he suggested, emboldening himself to take another bite.
"It is," Espresso agreed. "But it's no dinner."
"Let's order something, then," Clotted Cream suggested immediately. "Maybe watch something on the television together."
For once.
The words were unsaid, but Espresso could feel them, suggested in the air. He snorted, lifting a hand to his mouth, hiding a smile. "I'd like that."
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