uhhhhhhhhhh cookoie:)
femme terms, (C/N) is cookie name
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Your eyes fluttered open, finding yourself in a room you certainly weren't in before, with a Cookie you didn't know sitting next to you, staring down at you. They blinked as you locked eyes, before smiling wide with sharp teeth.
"Good morning sleepyhead! Man, you were sure out for awhile!"
You blinked slowly, looking away from the stranger, too the room. It was decorated in white and gold, the stranger was the most colorful thing in the entire room. You looked back and they were far closer than before. Leaning over you, eyes twinkling.
"Longan was trying to tell me you weren't going to get up, something about Cookies being weak, but here you are!"
You opened your mouth, nothing came out, you tried to move, but nothing happened, the stranger titled their head, before seeming to remember something.
"Oh! Yeah, sorry, I didn't really get a good aim earlier,"
They snapped their fingers and your entire body jolted with warmth. Chest bubbling for a moment before it all faded, and you could move again. You pushed up and looked down at yourself.
You were wearing a loose-fitting robe, bandages wrapped around your abdomen and forearms. You ached.
"... Where am I?"
"The Palace,"
They spoke as if you already knew that one of their hands pressed against your hair, clawed fingers dragging through it. They paused at your confused expression, shrugging as their second hand traced your exposed collarbone.
"Hm, right, most Cookies don't know about this place. I keep forgetting that,"
They pursed their lips, arm looping over your shoulder as they continued to untangle your hair with their claws.
"This is The Ivory Palace, this is one of the guest rooms,"
Their hand slipped from your hair, and they caressed your cheek as they settled in your lap.
"And you, little lady, are our newest guest! Isn't that neat!"
From the look in their eyes, you had a feeling you didn't have a choice for your new living arrangements.
... Eh, not the worst thing in the world.
