new yumi fanfic (reader x black sapphire cookie)

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DO NOT STEAL ALL WRITING IS BY @hermione-but-DRAGON The Sweetest Sapphire Dreams You look at the trees of the Beast-Yeast forest. They seem to not be trees at all, just shadows that feel hard and cold. You catch your breath as you lean on one of them. It sways in the wind, and you fall from the motion. Who knew this could be so tiring? You eat the last of your food supply as you sit in the underbrush. You know you have to find a place to stay for the night, but that could be near impossible in the place you’re in. You haven’t seen a cookie since you left Crispia! Nevertheless, you trudge on through the wilderness, until you reach a place. It seems to be a tower of some sort. You walk through the grass. No monsters, no thornbushes, nothing. It seems safe. You go inside. Everything is blue there. The walls, the paintings, the checker-box floor. You, personally, feel as though this blue is calming, and a haze of deep, bright, cyan calm washes over you. Although you sometimes feel as though you’re being watched. But you shrug it off. It has to be fine. You go up some stairs and find yourself in a room. You forget how you got there. It had to be nighttime, so you put down your backpack and survey the room. It's mostly purple, but you like purple. It's a nice color. The walls are checkered lavender and royal purple, and the blanket on the bed you’re sitting on is a deep fuchsia. You turn to admire the art on the walls when a voice comes from the doorway. “Can’t help but notice this is my room.” You turn, and see a beautiful, purple cookie. His dough is a nice lavender, and his eyes are a true purple that makes you want to stare into them forever. His hair was swooped over one eye, and he had earrings that shined in the light that looked like the most beautiful gems. He had another gem on his chest, next to a white rose. He had gold trim that went in a loop from his chest to his hips, and his leggings ended in two diamonds, one small and one large at his feet. He’s holding a microphone that has a center that looks like an eye and a jewel. His pupils study you, flicking back and forth like a snake's tongue, washing over your beat-up clothes and un-brushed hair. Now you wish you had brought something in your backpack to clean you up. You feel a blush creep up your face and your heart speeds up. He smiles. “What, never seen a cookie before?” He says in a toying voice. “No. I just didn’t think I would be met with such ravishing beauty when I went to Beast-Yeast.” You then clap your hand over your mouth. You had a habit of doing that, saying your thoughts when they were weird, sometimes embarrassing or scandalous. To your surprise, his face falls deep into thought. “Ravishing beauty. Huh. I’ve never been described like that before.” You try to find a way to get away, not from this cookie, but from your own thoughts. They tended to be the only thing you couldn’t control. You stepped a bit towards the doorway, but the cookie was blocking it. He turned his face into a fake pout. “Aw, you want to leave? But you haven’t even told me what you think of me…”