☆ A Pen Inked With Stardust ☆

I'm a fic writer, specifically for x reader fanfics! I'm into various fandoms, so I'm here to provide content to a wide variety of people and hopefully bring some good food to all :D

There's only a few small things to note beforehand:

There are some fandoms I'm uncomfortable writing for. Please don't try to change my mind on them or get mad at me for feeling uncomfortable with them. It's for my own mental health and boundaries. I will not change them

I'd prefer if the gender of the reader and if the fic will be headcanons or a fic would be included in the request, but if not I'll default to gender neutral reader and whether or not it'll be a small fic or headcanons will be my choice

If something doesn't get answered it's highly likely the ask box ate it, I've had a lot of problems with that recently-

Fandoms I Will Write For:

Team Fortress 2, Cookie Run (Ovenbreak, Kingdom, etc), Transformers, Stanley Parable, The Magnus Archives, Lego Monkie Kid, Monster Prom, Stardew Valley, Villainous, 8:11, One Piece (could always update) [Currently undergoing a revamp]

Fandoms I Will Not Write For:

Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, Genshin Impact, Honkai Star Rail, Zenless Zone Zero, Monster x Mediator, Your Boyfriend, Boyfriend to Death, DSMP (could always update)

What I Will/Won't Write:

Will: Romantic, platonic, familial, queerplatonic, polyamorous, LGBTQ+, any reader gender variants (fem, masc, enby, etc) or pronoun sets, ships x reader, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, character headcanons, AUs

Won't: Smut, gore, proship/comship/darkfic content, toxic relationships, abusive relationships, derogatory content, Dead Dove, hateful content

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Characters included; MK, Mei, Red Son, Wukong, Macaque, and Chang'e

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MK

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Right by your side the second you wake up. Very physically affectionate all day, giving you little kisses and crushing hugs wherever he can squeeze them in. Keeps checking his phone nervously though, which makes you a bit worried... you try to put it aside

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Goes all-out with tacky gifts. Chocolate hearts, flowers, plushies, you name it! He gives you at least a two months' supply of candy, each present having a sappy note and doodle of the two of you attached. You both stay in for most of the day, but come afternoon MK's anxious checking gets more frequent

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Before you can finally ask about it, he's quickly getting you out the door. He insists it's nothing, but he's an absolutely horrible liar when it comes to you. Still, you do your best to just trust him, and accept the awkward cart ride down the streets of Megapolis, watching the sky slowly deepen its hues into the forming dusk

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once you start stepping out the cart, you're surprised to see a picnic blanket set out. You swore you could hear someone quickly driving off as MK cheers under his breath. He wraps an arm around your shoulder, gives you a big cheek kiss, proudly announcing your surprise stargazing picnic date. It's still quite a while before the stars are visible, so he works on preparing the food as you sit right next to him. Turns out there was no reason to worry after all

Mei

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Way too excited to wait and wakes you up early. She rushed a messy breakfast for the two of you, your whole home now being covered in cheesy Valentine decorations. Her favorite novelty for the holiday is those heart candies with little messages on them, which she offers you as soon as you're fully up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Takes you on a ride on her bike! You have a helmet, of course, but she can't resist the urge to show off some new tricks she'd been practicing for you. Takes your arm wherever you two walk and makes a big show of opening doors for you as you re-visit all your favorite hangout spots

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You get to wear her jacket for the whole day, which makes Mei really giddy. It's cliché maybe, but seeing you walking around in it feels like all those trashy romance movies come to life. The easiest way to make her swoon in return is to play into her over-the-top antics, especially if you return some of the gestures

ᯓᡣ𐭩 By the time you're home again, you're both pretty worn out. Mei sleepily promises you she'll take down the decorations, but falls asleep in your lap the second you two rest on the couch for a minute. You pull up a blanket and drape it over the both of you, resigned to the fact that it would have to wait until tomorrow. Sleep catches up with you soon after

AAANYWAYS more soon to come, peace and love on planet earth and see you all again soon!

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || Small CW for varying degrees of possessive behavior

A/N: Cheesy? Yes. But also a characterization exercise. We'll pretend whoever's flirting with you is just mega stupid to not automatically recognize the Beast Cookies

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Mystic Flour

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To put a name to any of Mystic Flour's emotions is ill-advised, as she firmly insists apathy is key to everything. She certainly doesn't feel anything when a small, measly crispy Cookie comes up to chat with you. Nothing at all. Or that's what she tells herself, at least

ᯓᡣ𐭩 She will open up her eyes to give them one of her chilling stares, which in most cases is enough to make Cookies flee immediately. If they persist, she steps close to your side, showing that you have someone occupying your arm already

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Your quest for company is utterly futile. Turn back now, and spare my beloved the sight of your pitiful face."

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Afterwards she stays close to your side, commenting about how the needs of Cookies are so meaningless and simple. She doesn't object when you link your arm with hers. If anything, you could swear she holds you tighter than normal

Burning Spice

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Honestly he's more offended that a Cookie approached and didn't acknowledge him at all. They went straight to you, immediately getting too friendly. The Spice Overlord felt his pride fall to the side for once, feeling intensely competitive over you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's not subtle about it at all. Gives the stranger a nasty glare as he wraps a huge arm around you, tugging you close until your back touches his chest. He looks at the mortal with judgement. Someone as puny as them thinks they could earn your hand? How pathetic!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Run along now. Unless you're prepared to fight for that prize"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 If anyone's stupid enough to take him up on that offer, they're head-first flung yards away in seconds. For the rest of the day he keeps you squished to his side, making comments about how only he can keep you as his grand prize. Puffs up a bit when you squeeze his arm or affirm his boasting

So, Chocolate Bark and Silverbell have been guarding the child for a while and it’s been going well, Shadow Milk hasn’t appeared yet since his last encounter with CBC. But one day the child is just.. Missing? No trace of them anywhere. Shadow Milk lures them away, and ‘offers’ for them to live with him, forever, and ever.

☆ Prison of Azure — Shadow Milk & Child!Reader ☆

Genre: Angst || They/them pronouns for reader || TW/CW for child abduction and manipulative Shadow Milk

A/N: WOOOO NEW PART. The previous and first parts are available for those that need context!

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To say the Vanilla King had a lot on his mind would be an understatement. With balancing your safety, check-ups from your new guardians, and the constant paranoia of things just beyond his notice, his nerves were absolutely fried. Chocolate Bark and Silverbell had been glad to tell Pure Vanilla to rest, that he should really catch up on sleep, but he seldom listened. This was one of the first things he'd blame. The late hour, the stress, and himself. Because before he could pull himself back together, Silverbell had bursted into his study with a frenzied flutter of wings and a look of pure fear.

Missing. That word sent a chilled jolt to Pure Vanilla's very core, sending him flying up from his seat. He grabbed his staff, running as fast as he could with the silver faerie trailing behind. The halls flew by in a blur until he came upon your room. The door was ajar, Chocolate Bark hunched over at the front of it. His eyes bore a sickeningly familiar blue hue that faded as Pure Vanilla got closer. "I don't- know what happened" The guard gasped, breaths staggered. Pure Vanilla kneeled down, putting a sympathetic hand on his armor "Chocolate Bark Cookie. Where is my child?"

"Right here, I-" Chocolate Bark began, before turning to the open door. His face fell. Lined across every shadow on the walls, stretching up to the high ceiling, the cheery wallpaper had been covered with black shadows. Blue eyes dances across them all, blinking down at the lingering Cookies. You were nowhere to be found

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Based off of Shadow Milk's Ad-Lib Ending Costume... loosely- sorry if anything mentioned here messes with his Costume description!

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The backdrop had been painted meticulously to resemble a wooded forest, filled with lush leaves and little speckles of color to resemble the blooms of flowers. Waiting atop a high prop resembling a balcony was Shadow Milk, his warm pink cape with gold rose details blowing gently. Hurried steps came from stage right, and you stumbled to your knees. The armor you wore clanked with each step, and you looked up with ragged breaths leaving your chest. You swallowed, willing yourself to stand "Your majesty! I've come to- to have your hand!" You declared, nearly tripping over your line

He turned to face you, plae blue eye narrowed in interest. "My knight," He began in a warm purr "How good of you to return to my side. I was beginning to miss the gleam of your helmet". Right as the music cue began, you got up, walking up the steps of the castle prop. "I could never waver from you, my king" You responded, voice steady despite earlier exhaustion. Shadow Milk met you halfway, and you kneeled before him, head bowed in respect. Shadow Milk pointed the blade of his sword under your chin, guiding your head up to meet his eyes. "And I would never ask another to stand by me" He said, right as the music swelled before coming to a stop. The lights dimmed and the curtain fell. End scene. The crowd goes wild

Genre: Fluff, Very light implied Horror for Dark Cacao and White Lily || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Yoinking the concept of First Cookies from CROB for this one, but Reader's flavor is intentionally ambiguous. Ancients have no idea Reader is a Witch, but can sense something off about him. Requested by @reizelius!

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pure Vanilla had always had a natural curiosity for things, but not to quite the same degree of his companion White Lily Cookie. When you arrived as a peaceful diplomat to the Vanilla Kingdom, however, he couldn't deny that there was something different in the energy you presented. It felt wiser, more mature than even his Awakened Form could possess

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Pure Vanilla Cookie, yes?" You had asked, taking his offered hand. He gave you a patient smile "That's me. I don't think I've seen a Cookie like you around Earthbread before". "Why, dear King, are you saying I'm one of a kind?" You teased him. Pure Vanilla became a bit flustered, chuckling off the comment. You'd give him a challenge for sure

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Hollyberry had felt the difference the energy of your dough emitted, but she treated you like she would anyone else. You were polite and welcoming, and though you felt different than others, it was in no way in a bad way. It was oddly familiar to her...

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Strange," Hollyberry began, holding a glass of juice in her hands "I feel like I've met you before... but I can't remember where". "I get that a lot" You said, sipping from your own cup "Cookies tend to feel very connected to me. Does it bother you?". "Not at all!" Hollyberry reassured. You gave her a small smile "Good"

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Inspired off of the concept that Macaque can hear inner desires and thoughts. Pure sap ahead

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He couldn't exactly remember when he started keeping track. Maybe it was the day you stayed the night at his dojo, and he made sure you had no intentions of stealing anything. Maybe it was when he needed to get you a gift and ran out of ideas. Maybe it was many reasons all together. But eventually, Macaque found himself listening in on your thoughts. Not constantly, just whenever he got curious. Or bored. It tended to be the normal churning of mortal problems anyways, so he used it like white noise to fill in the empty silence. Small-scale issues, plans for dinner, chores for the day, all filled his head in another's voice

But one day in particular, it changed. It seemed that only half-consciously paying attention to your thoughts was a mistake after all. Because when he was preparing some props for his next shadow play, a voice that was not his own rang through his mind. "He's so pretty". His eyes opened just the slightest bit more, but he kept his head down. Your slow stream of mental admiration, all directed at him, filled his mind for the rest of the evening. He'd tucked his scarf up over his nose, hoping you didn't see the flush lining the mask of red around his eyes. It was far from the last time such thoughts would plague him

Genre: Platonic, Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Reader says 'I love you' in a purely platonic way to their new crew members, who don't know where this "confession" suddenly came from. Hilarity ensues

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Luffy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The only one that doesn't second-guess it. He loves being Captain, he loves his crew, which includes you in it. He's done way worse on much less logic. Doesn't even cross his mind that it could potentially be read a certain way. Genuinely just takes it as appreciation

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Oh! Love you too!"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Now he's saying it all the time. Before heading somewhere, when saying goodbye, basically unless something serious is happening he'll say it almost whenever. He wants his crew to know he cares for them! Pair that with a pretty bad understanding of dating norms in general and you get a very platonically affectionate Captain

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The main reason why it eventually just becomes habit around the crew. He's so full of hope and dedication to his friends, why not let them know it? He almost gets offended if someone forgets to say it to him at least once a day. You've accidentally created a monster

Zoro

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Completely flies over his head that you're talking to him. Doesn't stop moving, doesn't turn his head, not even an acknowledging hum. It's only when he realizes you're staring that he gets confused, and then it slowly clicks

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "No, you don't"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Confused, but very blunt about it. There's no way you do. You don't know each other that well, and he's had too many people try to cozy up to him just cause of how strong he is. Never worked for them, definitely not for you. You end up explaining to him that you didn't mean it how he's thinking, clearing up the misunderstanding

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Even under this new meaning, Zoro isn't sure if he believes it. But he's not uncomfortable with it, so he gives you the okay. He doesn't return it, mostly out of embarrassment. It feels too heavy to throw around as casually as you do. He warms up to accepting it, though, and if you don't say it to him as often as usual he will think something's wrong

☆ Pretty Pink Prison Bars — Hina x Pirate Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || He/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You were used to facing very specific types of Marines. Old, grisly men with their best years behind them, or cowering recruits that basically served as fodder until their stronger leaders could come and save them. Currently, however, with black iron bars falling around you in a wide perimeter, you began rethinking your original ideas of Marines altogether

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Nevermind any tales you'd heard about mermaids or elusive princesses, the pink-haired woman scowling at you from a distance had them all beat when it came to beauty. The moment she lifted her shades to glare at you, you swore your heart stuttered in your chest. Her speech about capture went in one ear and out the other

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thankfully, before you could be detained further, someone from your crew set off a distraction a few feet away. You shook yourself back into the present, taking unhurried steps forwards "Already trying to keep me to yourself? You don't even know my name". Hina's glare deepened, her stance shifting to prepare for a lunge "I've seen your face on wanted papers. You pirates are a Berri a dozen". "A Marine as a fan" You commented aloud, grinning smugly "Guess I've really made it"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You barely escaped your first meeting without being captured, but it was hardly the last you saw of one another. She always seemed to tail close behind whatever island you'd escape to, and admittedly you'd let yourself slack a bit on your usual guard just for the chance to meet her eyes again

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Though it frustrated the Marine to no end, to you it became much like a game. She'd gotten very close to capturing you before, and if it weren't for the fact that you'd never seen anyone escape her iron bars, you'd be tempted to allow it. Sure, maybe she just wanted the Berri that your name promised, but a guy can dream!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You ever get tired of this, Hina dear?" You asked once, thumb trailing over a metal bar that had failed to trap you under it "You've got quite the power. I'm sure anyone would be glad to have you. And the sea is always open". "Not a chance" Hina returned sharply, three new poles already coming from her forearm "I could never stoop to that". "That's too bad" You pretended to frown, free hand holding the loot you'd stolen off of a rookie "That white coat doesn't suit you"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You frustrated her to no end. The chase was a push-and-pull, a fight for control between two parties with vastly different goals. Behind all the order and discipline, she knew why you kept being the one to slip away. Despite all your arrogance, you had no idea you weren't the only one holding back

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 As a Cookie who came from a sacred weapon, a protective nature is to be expected from him. Wherever you go, no matter how far, he'll make the journey with you just to ensure your safety

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As laid back as he is, he can be intense when acting as a mentor for learning martial arts. He treats you like he would any other trainee, so if you come to him with the idea you better be ready to give it your all. Has a very high success rate

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Really good at going undetected, which he loves using to sneak up on you. Will come up behind you quiet as can be and then wrap both arms around you as soon as he's close enough, laughing at the surprised yelp that you make

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Really weak for being treated gently. He's used to being feared, envied, and admired. But a genuine, gentle touch or heartfelt compliment makes his dough flush and he trips over his words

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Trace the mark over his chest while relaxing with him and he'll melt. He's still getting used to being more than the weapon he originated as, and being a Cookie deserving of such tenderness on top of it all

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite how laid back he seems, he'll get a bit defensive if he feels like someone's trying to sweet-talk you. He knows you wouldn't just ditch him, but he hates the idea of some random creep making you uncomfortable

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Not much of a singer, but if you hum a tune around him he'll subconsciously pick it up. He likes hearing the melodies come from you, they help him wind down and relax when he's thinking too hard

Genre: Fluff, Angst || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 You didn't understand. You couldn't. You were one of the smaller lab assistants to Butter Roll Cookie, taken in by Dark Enchantress Cookie when you proved proficient in working with life powder. By the time Mold Dough came around, your patience was already thin. The burly Cookie's refusal to think on his own only made you feel ill, seeing a Cookie have nothing but the wishes of others to fuel them

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Command me" He had firmly demanded, rather often. You stubbornly refused. He demanded order and action, yet you only gave him sympathetic looks. It confused him as much as disturbed him. His purpose was to serve, to be a tank for Dark Enchantress' army. Yet the most strenuous thing you ever had him do was move heavy furniture

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "I am a soldier" Mold Dough had insisted once, during one of your many arguments. "Not here, you aren't" You responded firmly, unafraid to meet his intense gaze "You're a Cookie. Now sit down, I've got to clean up". Despite himself, he obliged. Small and meaningless though it was, it was technically an order. And your reply stayed in his mind, rolling around and nestling in a spot of uncertainty he'd never admitted to. He was a Cookie. Just like you. And yet completely different

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The tension between you two fizzled slowly, as over the passing days he began asking questions. What was it like where you came from? What did Cookies do if not following orders? In the back of his mind, he wondered mostly about you. You were a part of Dark Enchantress' fortress as much as he was, yet outside of your interacting with him, you hardly ever seemed happy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Scarce grins usually reserved for Venom or Pom-Pom soon were given to you as well. No matter how sour the mood, your presence could help him calm down. He learned from you, and you worked with him on his level. It still took some effort, but Mold Dough could talk to you, without demanding orders or meaning from it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You're... annoyingly different" He had once said to you, causing you to quickly look up from your work. "You keep coming back, even when they say I'm dangerous. You tell me about worlds I've never seen. You tell me I'm just like you" He continued, still confused at the mere idea. "You are," You encouraged, getting up to walk over to him "You're strong, and that means something. You can protect others. I know you could" You said. He didn't speak much more after that

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But, with all good things, it eventually came to a bitter end. You knew you couldn't lift a word of protest when the Dough Cookies were set to be sent off into battle. All your words of kindness couldn't hold a candle to the conditioning Dark Enchantress had put them through. The very next day, before you could even bid him good luck, Mold Dough Cookie had been taken off to war

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: It's absolutely freezing outside, but with the notorious Flame Prince as your boyfriend, you don't have to bear it for long

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Your breath fanned out ahead of you in white clouds, disappearing into the snowy air just as suddenly. Your cheeks and nose were already bitten numb, a small flush coming to them. The snow had been sudden, and you were completely unprepared for the weather. You shuddered, rubbing the arms of your thin jacket to try and generate some friction in the hopes of getting warm that way. "I told you to dress better" Red Son scolded from beside you, dressed in a thick jacket that went to their knees

"You said it would only get a little cold!" You responded, sniffling from the air making your nose run. "It did!" Red Son insisted, holding a hand up to catch some snowflakes. They instantly turned to water, dripping off of his palm "I'd hardly call this a snow storm". "You're wearing a jacket, you liar" You pointed out through chattering teeth. Red Son grinned smugly, putting his hands on his hips "Oh, this? Can't a demon just want to look their best?". You playfully rolled your eyes in response "Sure, why not"

I have very few reqs left over but I might still pause opening the inbox for a while even after they're all done just to make sure when I do open it again I'll be ready to commit to the work

ALSOOO I gotta admit to you guys smth. Tumblr updated with some new formatting stuff for posting that messed up my inbox BAD at some point and a good chunk of reqs were lost 💔 now admittedly I did have to do some trimming to make the workload bearable so it's a bit of both.. as always if you know you sent something and it didn't end up getting posted don't be afraid to mention it, it's genuinely no bother to me at all and I'm always happy to write it if it gets re-sent!

I genuinely feel so bad that so many blipped out of existence GUHHH I WAS STRUGGLING WITH THE UPDATE HARD. But, focusing on positives, we should be back in action soon!

Maybe they translate poems into different languages, volunteers as an actor/maybe even one of the main roles at the theatre, is professor/has a scholarly profession, and also occasionally writes plays for said theatre? BUTTT as a twist likes something completely diametrically opposed to add to their list of hobbies. Idk idea seems kinda fire to me and tysm!

☆ Many Faces of Truth — Sage of Truth x Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff, small hint of Comedy || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: I picked an additional hobby at random, I hope it works for what you had in mind!

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sage of Truth, for all his friendliness, tended to keep Cookies at a professional length. He was a wise beacon of hope, guiding those who gathered around him with the Light of Truth (or, well, what his teachings proclaimed to be the truth). You, however, had managed to get rather close to him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The two of you were so similar that it didn't take long at all for you to click. Comparing academic notes and tales from your artistic projects came with a comforting ease, and he loved to check over your work whenever you needed a fresh pair of eyes on it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You enjoy reading poems to one another, often delving into hours of discussion about them or what scholarly material you've both studied. He enjoys every script you show to him, and he's always eager to help you act out a scene you're unsure of

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Though the Sage is undoubtedly closer to you than he's been to any other Cookie, he still mostly only sees you during professional hours. Through smalltalk he learned one of the places you tend to frequent in your free time, and decided to pay you a surprise visit. It was then that the Sage learned that you're very into woodworking

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You'd just finished working on a design for a shelf when the Sage greeted you from behind, making you immediately jump. He peered over your shoulder with great interest, adjusting his monocle to see better. It was remarkably put together, which made him wonder why you tried to hide it from his sight

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You ended up admitting that though the arts have always interested you, they became rather stuffy after a while. All that sitting and writing made you feel like you had pins and needles all over your dough, like you were sticking yourself in a box. Doing something with your hands, being active— it got rid of that nervous boredom. You built something, something you could hold and display

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sage admits that he knows the feeling. Truth is vast and limitless, but that can make it rather predictable. Everything is a possibility, so long as it's based in fact. An abstract concept of infinite finality. Though he playfully pointed out that he now knows why your hands are so rough for an accomplished poet, thespian, and scholar

Genre: Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt is headcanons of a gym date with Capsaicin, sent in via DMs by @lex1089! This is one of the ones I've taken a while to get around to so I hope it's worth the wait!

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Capsaicin Cookie loved working out, it was his way of letting off steam. Seeing how intense and passionate he was about everything, it made sense he needed something like weightlifting to get out all that built-up energy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Previously he'd just go to the gym and come back home, but one day he offered to take you there for a date. He needed to get his reps done, but it had been a while since you both hung out one-on-one. Encouraged by Capsaicin's eager smile, you agreed

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the first things Capsaicin did was have you sit on his back as he did sit-ups. He began as soon as you got comfy, the extra weight being almost nothing to him. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure you were still on, grinning widely at the sight of you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When it came to weightlifting, he taught you how to be a spotter. He kept getting distracted by your cute face watching him from above, and he almost dropped the bar once or twice. Thankfully you were able to avoid him accidentally crumbling himself, with a lecture on safety to top it off

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "You're having fun, right?" Capsaicin asked you between sets. You'd handed him his drink and a towel, but his mind was preoccupied. "Of course I am!" You reassured him "Why?". "I know coming here is my thing, but I guess it might not be yours" Capsaicin admitted, his sharp teeth hidden behind his frown. You gave a comforting pat to his large shoulder "It's okay, really. Even if I don't work out, I like seeing you be happy. That's how partners work— you do stuff for each other"

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Once the break was over, and with the flame of his courage back in full force, Capsaicin went for sit-ups next. You held his legs, and a mischievous look came across his face. The next time he pulled himself up, he gave you a little kiss. For motivation, obviously!

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He felt little twinges of pride swell up in him whenever he saw other Cookies noticing the two of you. They might have been keeping an eye out due to Capsaicin's habit of accidentally breaking the machines when he got too into it, but he was happy anyways. He absolutely loved showing you off to others, everyone deserved to know what a great Cookie you are! So kind, and always helping him to do his best.. you really are the best