Mama's here [Cookie run kingdom fanfic Oc] [Licorice and Red Velvet fan-parents]

Chapter 1 "Charming cookie"

My summer fan fluttered like a butterfly in my hand, my smile unseen from public eye, my gaze alluring and full of sugar and spice, and my dress was thin and colored in a darkened-Periwinkle. Groups of men's eyes scanned me, I couldn't give less of a shit unless they tried to pick a fight; Women scoffed and attempted the men's attention back, I giggled to myself at their stupidity, thinking I was looking for attention. There's no way those stupid men are my type, I'm not into men who have the strongest of muscles, nor the most intelligence to cookie-kind, for I only care for the men with looks of an angel. As I continued to walk through the town, something caught my eyes, a group of women squealing and rushing over to a cluster of gaurds who surrounded a certain man, I rolled my eyes and scoffed: "Stupid bitches" under my breath. My feet attempted to approach a market to collect my usual supply of jellies, but only for a meringue cat to run through my feet and trip my feet from the ground, I waited for the impact on the dirt-filled ground to meet my body when it was suddenly delayed; I let my eyes open, I was far from the ground and I looked up at who had caught me. "Are you okay, ma'am?" A charming male voice asked me, it was so close to my ear that I nearly jumped out of my dough, I was helped to my feet and that was when I saw him; The cookie who I wanted. He had purple hair down to his shoulders, Ash-grey skin that was mesmerising to endure, and piercing blue eyes that nearly killed with one stare. "Y-Yes I am, th-thank you. . . I guess." I stammered, I was never nervous around men but this one was special - my stomach tied into a knot as I continued to take in the handsome man's features. "I suppose you are busy?" The man asked, I couldn't help but nod yes at his question, 'Fuck, what is wrong with you today, Cranberry Licorice cookie!?' My mind screamed at me, he walked away and I still stared in a paralysed state; It didn't last long until I looked down and saw my fan had been stepped on by a bunch of thief children running away from a merchant who they stole from. "Goddammit." I swore in frustration and promised myself to buy another one. But all I could think of was that man - whatever, be can't be that mesmerising, right?