This trope has me in a choke hold- All I can think of is us, some regular ass cookie trying to live their life then having the ancients/beasts/legendaries after us and we don't know wtf to do. 💀 Or maybe we were a past lover of the beasts when they were still virtues and they have ✨️priorities✨️ now that they're out of the silver tree

Your door is busted down as you shield your face and look up when the dust settles…

Shadow Milk Cookie: “Y/N Cookieeeeee honeyyyy~! Yohoooo~! I’m back, let’s pick up where we left off, sweet peaaaaa~!”

Mystic Flour Cookie: “It’s been a while, my dearest. To say I have missed you all these years wouldn’t do how I really feel justice…”

Eternal Sugar Cookie: “I’ve been fluffing my wings for the day I get to envelop you in them again!”

Burning Spice Cookie: “Haha! I knew you would be strong enough to live all these years for the day I laid on my eyes on you!”

Silent Salt Cookie did an honorable bow to you.

You, in the middle of a date with the Ancients: “Uh….cool to see you five again…?”