pls lemme write oneshots with coo🅱️ies

•*°*• 27. Fluff, with a side of spice. •*°*•

Requested by : GravesAndStones

Hey there, Peony here. I am.SO. SO sorry I couldn't publish this part earlier. I literally struggled for ONE month into the making of this chapter. So... I just hope you'll enjoy. >~< thank you for sticking up with me this whole time. I wish you to enjoy this chapter.
see you soon for the newest one !! I will reopen requests when I'll be done with one last request.

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The sun rose up the sky. Another day was starting at the Cookie World. It was going to be a peaceful day, for all cookies… 

“ARGH ! Stay away from me, you notorious BEE !” 

Shouts and yells were ringing in the distance of the seemingly endless woods. A mighty cookie warrior, the infamous Purple Yam, swayed his arms back and front, to keep himself protected from the bug that has been spinning around him from his face. The struggle kept going for at least half an hour, and the purple-haired cookie was getting annoyed. He clapped his hands together. They both caught the bee in their grasp. Purple Yam laughed dryly, now opening his hands to reveal the bug attempting to fly out. He smirked for a short time, before he heard some cookie voice calling him in the distance. He turned around to see that it was no other than another cookie with clear white appearance, and a beaming smile on his face. Purple Yam blinked, now throwing his hands in his back. He laughed nervously when he saw him coming close. 

“Sup, M-Milk !” he stuttered with a snicker.

“Good morning, Sir Purple Yam ! I’ve been looking everywhere for you ! Where have you been ?”

“YES, um, I actually was… stretching !”

“Is that so…” the clear cookie nodded then smiled at him. “Well ! At least, I found you again, now. I prepared a meal for both of us, let’s go eat before it’s too cold !”

“You’re right. Let’s get going.”

Milk smiled again, as Purple Yam would follow behind, a flush crossing his face. He brushed it off by a wave of his hand. His mind wandered off as he walked along him. He repeated again the words in his head, over and over, endlessly. The more he pictured them, the calmer he felt. It was such a strange sensation, though. He doesn’t remember feeling this peaceful before. What in the world could this be ?! Those words seemed meaningless at first, to the fiery warrior, but whenever he would ponder on them… it would make no sense at all ! 

The time he got to think more about it, Purple Yam and Milk already arrived at their firecamp. Two bowls containing some soup in it were set on their respective tree trucks. They sat down, and could now enjoy some time to themselves, the time of a meal. 

Purple Yam sipped on the miraculous recipe, and he felt his heart lightening in his chest. This mixture was as calming as Milk’s voice was to his ears… wait a second- how come he is thinking of him again ?!
He almost choked on himself due to the hot boil arriving down his throat. The cleric in front of him jumped out of his seat in concern.

“S-Sir Yam ! Are you alright ?” 

“Yeah… yeah, I’m pretty FINE,” he spat out the last drops from his tongue. “GOSH, how would you make one good, yet HOT dish ?!”

“Ah, I should have warned you… it’s warm from the cauldron. Pardon me, Sir Yam, I should have been more careful,” Milk said, looking down.