[art by @harmonial-arts on tumblr!!]
request for _Khoai_Potato
Summary: The cold and quiet Pistachio has a huge crush on the fierce knight White Choco! Unable to confess, she watches angrily from afar as White Choco flirts with Cocoa Cookie. And White Choco notices.
Ship: Pistachio Cookie x White Choco Cookie
Type: Fluff
Notes:
- White Choco has a french accent uwu
It had started a couple of months ago.
The guards of the Cookie Kingdom gather together every blue moon or so. Despite being far lower level compared to the Legendarys, for example, they find comfort in protecting areas or specific people with their lives.
Knight would put his life on the line for his gorgeous and pink Princess.
Dark Choco and Milk work as a team to fight for the Cookie Kingdom in general.
And someone like Pistachio and White Choco, they sometimes work together to guard the kingdom anyways.
On the rare occasions that they meet, they find that they have similar interests. A reoccurring theme would be their constant need to protect someone. Good thing they all have at least one thing in common, because Pistachio can't seem to find anything else that her and the fearless knight, White Choco have in common.
Pistachio has felt the need to protect cookies in need for the longest time, albeit un-gracefully. White Choco, on the other hand, is graceful in her attacks unintentionally. She doesn't even have to try to get cookies to fall for her. She just has to brawl with some challenger and her fans will come scurrying along.
So what's the problem? Well, it's not that Pistachio is particularly jealous of White Choco's ability to get attention to easy, per se. In fact, Pistachio is perfectly fine not getting the attention. She just wants to protect others.
The thing is, she finds herself getting jealous of the fact that White pays attention to her fans and not her. When she first started feeling jealous of her fans, it's not like she noticed what it really was. She just thought it was a need to only want to be friends with her, and nothing else.
And then she realized she started paying attention to detail about the cookie for reasons unknown.
She would focus on the way her short, white hair danced in the wind as she flexibly worked her sword to attack. She would pay attention to the constant posh glimmer that reflected off her cream-colored armor, and the way words slipped off her tongue in her french accent as she spoke to cookies, including Pistachio.
"Please, don't be so modest!" the choco cookie would insist in her accent, "I was only trying to protect you, honest!"
She found herself half stuttering around the other cookie, trying to keep her composure. As she continued to ignore her feelings, they only seemed to get worse and worse. And for each time they met, she couldn't so much as hear or see the cookie without losing her mind.
And so she started avoiding her as well as she can.
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It was another gathering. Could you call it a party? Probably. It wasn't anything special, it only gathered up cookies from the Cookie Kingdom in an effort to make them interact with each other and the people they are seen as heroes too. People are asked to dance in Princess Cookie's castle ballroom and attempt to interact with each other.
It's not that Pistachio hated the event, but it wasn't fun either. She liked being praised from afar, not upfront. It was just a little nervewracking. Big surprise, Pistachio lacked in confidence, but it really didn't seem to lack in battle. In social events, it was a little hard to keep composure.
What also didn't help was the fact that her huge crush was approximately 23 feet away from her.
Avoiding her had seemed like the best option as she began to run from her feelings. But this was far too close. Who thought that this party was a good idea? Was it supposed to torture her feelings to death? Was it trying to convince her to go speak to the knight her heart flutters around? Was it trying to kill her?!
As the night carried on and she sat at a table with one of her close friends, Princess Cookie, she stared off in the distance past the princess and right at the cream haired cookie. She watched her lean against the wall, sipping on a beverage that was served to each knight in the room.
"So," the pink-haired cookie suddenly blurted across from her, "are you gonna confess, or what?"
The cookie in question whipped her head towards Princess, "How did you-"
"You think a princess like me can't read someone's affections?" she smirked, "It's quite easy actually..."
Pistachio's face turned a shade of pink, and she tilted her head down, "Please don't tell anyone..."
"Wouldn't dream of it," she giggled, "I don't suggest waiting patiently for something to happen, or someone might snatch your girl..."
Pistachio just growled at that.
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It was getting later, and some cookies were beginning to leave the party. All the knight cookies stayed put at the party, though. They still greeted whoever wanted to still meet them.
Sometime late in the party, Cocoa Cookie walked in with Mint Choco Cookie, looking gorgeous as ever. Everyone around knows how attractive Cocoa truly is. So it's no surprise that some of the knights' faces lit up when she walked into the room.
What Pistachio didn't see coming was for Cocoa to immediately walk up to White Choco Cookie with a bright smile on her face.
"Thank you for serving us, White Choco," she gave a curtsey, "You are inspiring, a wonderful representation for the kind of cookie I'd like to be."
White Choco's cheeks visibly heated up as she spoke in her thick accent, "Ohh, it's nothing!" she insisted, "I'm happy to serve all cookies! If you are truly inspired by how I pull off my moves, then I wouldn't mind training you just a little bit."
What.
"Oh, that would be wonderful!"
Like a stupid cliche fairytale, music began to fade in from the orchestra. Mint Choco was at the stage with the rest of his band. Of course, why wouldn't they do this the moment the violinist arrives?
Pistachio began drowning out all sound at that moment but saw as White Choco bowed, reaching her hand out to offer a dance.
Cocoa took it, curtseying as they skittered to the dance floor. They began to dance to the waltz, staring into each other's eyes, not paying attention to anyone else around them.
Pistachio practically felt the way Princess stared at her, probably giving the "I told you" look. Her mouth turned up into a scowl, gritting her teeth in frustration.
She'd never really felt this way for another cookie before. But if her crush was going to feel the same way for someone other than her, it didn't seem worth it to even try.
Pistachio took another sip of the beverage in her hand, leaning back in the chair, the table in front of her.
When the dance ended, they pulled away and White Choco gave the other cookie's hand a kiss.
For about the next couple hours, Pistachio gave Cocoa the death glare. She probably got a hint, because Cocoa didn't dare approach her or White Choco again that night.
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The night was almost over. It had been about 6 hours of this mess, and most of the party's guests had already left. Cocoa stayed put at a table, chatting with Princess.
Traitor.
"You've been awfully grumpy the whole party," a french voice taunted behind her.
Pistachio flinched in her chair, whipping her head around at the owner of the voice. Her face heated up.
"U-Ummm..." Pistachio stuttered, choosing not to make eye contact with the speaker. When she looked up, there White Choco was.
"You know," the white-haired cookie started, offering her hand to the teal-haired cookie, "You could have just told me you wanted to dance."
Pistachio's face went a beet red, "I-I uh..."
And thus, like a stupid cliche fairytale, the music began to fade in again. The headed to the floor. Pistachio curtsied, White Chcoo bowed. Every second after that Pistachio savored.
"You gave Cocoa quite the dirty look," White Choco mumbled, smiling as she shuffled her feet with Pistachio's, "You scared her off."
"It...wasn't directed at her," Pistachio insisted.
"No need to lie to me, darling," Pistachio's face heated up even more at the nickname, "I know how you truly feel about me."
And the music ended.
White Choco blinked at Pistachio, eyes half-lidded. Then, she gave the back of her hand a kiss.
"Be honest with me next time," she commented, beginning to walk away, "Lying is an unlikeable trait."
Pistachio stood stuck in place, face red, scrunched up posture.
Maybe facing her crush wasn't so bad, after all.