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I’m bawling my eyes out

When you found out your son is not immortal as you are lol-

Now seriously

I thought this fandom would take this concept and over-exploit it. It's perfect for adding more angst between these two.

I was inspired by several fanfics in which Dark Cacao would be willing to wait for Dark Choco to return to the Citadel. But what if many years go on and Choco comes back turned into an old man but his father still looks the same as always?

It would come as a great shock to Cacao and he would realize his consequence as an immortal being

I ask again.

Why no one has taken advantage of this concept?

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I tired......

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Dark Cacao glaring at Mystic Flour at my campire :)

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Hello everyone! If you’ve been following me for my Daily PureCacao, then you’re aware I’ve tried to keep a consistent schedule throughout the weeks. I’m unsure if others have noticed, but I’ve started to feel burnt-out, and I made a promise to deliver quality writing so I’ll be taking a short hiatus of a few weeks, to a month. I’m unsure of the exact time, but my return is promised! I’ll still be active on tumblr, but I’m taking a little break for now! Thank you so much 💛

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao lunging forward to catch Pure Vanilla in his arms.

Politely, Pure Vanilla stifles a laugh as he watches Dark Cacao shift uncomfortably when flustered. The usually coarse and stoic King can hardly put together a smooth, and coherent sentence without pausing or stumbling over his words. Pure Vanilla really has him wrapped around his finger in the sweetest way!

Pure Vanilla blowing a kiss to Dark Cacao Cookie and he’s met with surprise when he returns the sweet gesture.

Dark Cacao stirring awake wearily and confused when he’s not greeted with a morning kiss. He blinks slowly, thrumming a deep hum to catch his husband’s attention, and closes his eyes in bliss upon melting beneath his touch.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Moments before Pure Vanilla’s ‘demise’, Dark Cacao succumbed to an indescribable, agonising despair clutching at his heart. Brief flashes of tender joy swept by him, the what-ifs, the choices he could’ve made that would’ve altered the trajectory of this fleeting moment. The heartbreaking ‘How?’— ‘Why?’— ‘What?’ What could’ve been done to prevent this? How could he stand idly by, and let Pure Vanilla sacrifice himself for Cookiekind? Why did it have to be this way?

—And why.. couldn’t he move? He couldn’t open his mouth to yell, or gather the strength to lunge forward. His eyes, a darkened gulf of fear, captured the last, holy moments of his saintly existence. Then, in their crumpling silence, they wept and stained their hearts with sorrow. It was unfathomable— Absolutely unfathomable. Pure Vanilla Cookie, who once floodlit the skies with laughter, had now sunk into the clawing depths of eternal darkness.

In another universe, Dark Cacao could’ve saved him. In another universe, his will would’ve surpassed his own strength. In another universe, Pure Vanilla’s smile was no longer a fleeting memory, a trauma, that Dark Cacao wouldn’t have to bear like a lovesick trophy.

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That fine ass piece of chocolate is not safe from my clutches when the affection system comes out. C’mere big boy

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I love when artists draw Dark Cacao with facial hair. He looks scrumptious

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla wasn’t a perfect student at the Blueberry Academy, despite offering his kindest assistance and humble encouragement each morning— He showed little urgency to completing his assignments or catching up with studying. Sometimes, he’d be too busy humming a soft tune and pouring all his attention to the doodles inscribed in his notebook.

Many other students were too engulfed in their exam preparations to care— But such a detail never swept by White Lily Cookie’s. She wasn’t one to pry into her best friend’s privacy— But these past few weeks, Pure Vanilla has been acting so out of character! His usual, pretty smile is displaced with one of shyness tugging at his lips, and he hasn’t made much conversation between seminars! Could he have fallen down with something, like a grave sickness.. Or something even worse?

The few times they had talked, White Lily had observed his sharp, gentle words. As if he had more to say, but chose not to, or as if something else was prodding his mind. Something enchanting, beautiful, and whisking him away from their reality. Something that White Lily Cookie soon came to realise herself.

Following the shared silence, White Lily Cookie glanced over her shoulder, and squinted at his best attempt at discreetly covering his page with slanted shoulders and slow breathing.

He shuddered upon the piercing coldness of her gaze, too cowardly to look into her eyes, as his pale, slicked fingers curled around the pages of his book. His face beamed brighter with a flushed redness, and before he could greet her with a polite, but deceiving smile, her words cut through him like jagged glass.

“Pure Vanilla Cookie.. I think you should be true to your feelings and tell him how you feel.”

“White Lily Cookie?..” She had always been the forward type, and Pure Vanilla preferred that about her. Like an open tome, she could read the four corners of his heart, and what they desired most. Really, he was no secret to her, and White Lily preferred that about him.

“We both know that you’re a terrible liar, so stop it already..I think.. someone like you deserves to be happy everyday. So, why not take that chance? You are always looking out for me, and sacrificing your happiness just to follow in my footsteps— so grant yourself that same chance. I want you to embrace the kindness you bestow to me everyday, Pure Vanilla Cookie.”

A quiet breath of surprise spilled out of him, and he blinked slowly, listening to her words.

“I think you should let your heart speak its truth, and find its own happiness.”

“Do you really think so?” He wore a smile of golden, sparkling glitter.

“Must I really answer that?” Her voice stilled with a giggle. “Of course!“

“You are too kind to me, White Lily Cookie.”

“Because.. You’re not so kind to yourself. What were you waiting for, exactly? For these feelings to pass.. Or were you planning to hold onto them forever?“ She blinked, observing the sadness in his smile. In their early days, she regrettably stood by and watched him sacrifice his feelings for another. Selfless, and brave, Pure Vanilla always shouldered her burdens as his own, and she was foolish enough to believe the fleeting happiness of his smile. For Pure Vanilla Cookie, a life spent caring and protecting others at the cost of his own happiness was a reward, a holy endowment of kindness that only he could endure. This suffocating and sacrificial truth that he engraved into his heart.. was one that she could not bear to see him live by.

Her soft, pale fingers intertwined with his, and she spoke his truth. His love should not be forgotten in silence, but sung from the heaven’s choir. His kind salvation should lie within the arms of wilful protection, guarded by the resolve of someone unwilling to leave his side. His love, beautiful and true, should be recognised through the kiss of strong, carafe lips, and cherished for all eternity. For no Cookie was more deserving to love, and being loved, than Pure Vanilla Cookie.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao has been invited to meet Pure Vanilla’s parents, who have been held in high-favour by his husband for being accommodating and sweet. He furiously blinked, attempting to disregard the worry that built in his chest, and treated this visit as any other affair. Deep into concentration, Dark Cacao’s frown darkened and startled his confused, wide-eyed husband! Pure Vanilla was quick to snap out of his surprise, and reassure him with a smile! Oh, Pure Vanilla Cookie.. That man wouldn’t know what to do without you, and he knows it!

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla smiling in his sleep when he feels his husband kiss him tenderly in the morning.

Pure Vanilla pretending to jump in surprise when Dark Choco sneak attacks him— Playfully tapping his leg— with his oversized wooden sword. Dark Cacao smiles from a distance, shaking his head amusingly.

Pure Vanilla being a very sappy wine-drunk who giggles heartily upon seeing his husband’s soft, red-faced expression. He slurs his words lazily and cheerfully hollers his name; adorning his precious Dark Cacao in more compliments than he could handle. “Yoo-hoo, handsome!~”

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Oh yesss… Absolutely, it’s such an honour when anyone draws any of my prompts. :3c

〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla taught Dark Cacao how to make snow-angels as a child, but as he wasn’t adapted to the chilly weather like him, he fell ill with a cold. His feverish symptoms made the young prince wary to leave his side, stubbornly refusing to eat or sleep whilst he protected his sickly friend. Weakly, Pure Vanilla thanked him, and almost felt a little silly that he made Dark Cacao worry so much.

Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao sharing their toys. Dark Cacao silently admires the fleecy, white wool of Vanilla’s cuddly lamb doll and doesn’t hesitate to offer his toy sword to Vanilla. With grave seriousness, the five year-old prince explains the importance of wielding a blade and the honour that comes with protecting his loved ones, and Vanilla laughed like bursted sunshine. He loved listening to his stories!

Little Pure Vanilla in a soft lamb onesie, with a puffy, cloud-like waddling behind him, and little Dark Cacao matching him with a dark-purplish dragon onesie with black spikes trailing from his head to his pointy tail.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla taught Dark Cacao how to make snow-angels as a child, but as he wasn’t adapted to the chilly weather like him, he fell ill with a cold. His feverish symptoms made the young prince wary to leave his side, stubbornly refusing to eat or sleep whilst he protected his sickly friend. Weakly, Pure Vanilla thanked him, and almost felt a little silly that he made Dark Cacao worry so much.

Pure Vanilla and Dark Cacao sharing their toys. Dark Cacao silently admires the fleecy, white wool of Vanilla’s cuddly lamb doll and doesn’t hesitate to offer his toy sword to Vanilla. With grave seriousness, the five year-old prince explains the importance of wielding a blade and the honour that comes with protecting his loved ones, and Vanilla laughed like bursted sunshine. He loved listening to his stories!

Little Pure Vanilla in a soft lamb onesie, with a puffy, cloud-like tail waddling behind him, and little Dark Cacao matching him with a dark-purplish dragon onesie with black spikes trailing from his head to his pointy tail.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla would daydream endlessly about his earlier conversations with Dark Cacao. The way his lips parted into a proud smile, and his furred-brows knitting together when he talked. For a man so stoic in his resolve, he was so expressive, and Pure Vanilla loved watching the small tweaks, and fleeting happiness in his expression. His handsome, stern features could not be matched with strokes of paint or be chiselled in sugary-stone, he was a separate being of art himself. One that belonged purely to he.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Dark Cacao’s cold frown easing into a warm smile upon seeing the distant silhouette of his husband.

Dark Choco wrapping his tiny little hand around his father’s finger and Pure Vanilla suppresses a merry laugh.

Dark Cacao collapses to his feet, his hands steady and firm on the mantel of his sword, but his focus returns to the figure before him. Pure Vanilla steps forward readily, his fingers curled around his staff, as he shielded him with a brave look of determination.

Sharing the ability to immediately notice quick, subtle shifts in each-other’s demeanour. With a mere glance, Pure Vanilla’s brooding troubles were made clear as day to His Majesty, and he took it upon himself to figure out what, or who had been troubling him.

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〃✦ ┆ 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐎 𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐘

Pure Vanilla relaxes lazily on their couch, a contented hum sweeping under his breath, while his husband paints quietly; admiring the beauty of his muse.

Pure Vanilla/Dark Cacao separately admiring their wedding bands at different times, but sharing the same, love-struck look at its sparkling lustre.

Dew-like beads of water are wrung forcefully from his hair, as the damp ringlets curl around his shoulders. Water trickles down his back in thick, crystalline pellets and Pure Vanilla can’t seem to pry his worshipping gaze from him.

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Aside from Hollyberry, best awakened design.

His colour palette? Gorgeous. His accessories? Gorgeous. His background? Gorgeous. His voice? Gorgeous. His hair? Gorgeous. His eyes? Gorgeous.

The Great Wall of the citadel couldn’t keep me from him, my precious King 🧎‍♀️ 🧎‍♀️ 🧎‍♀️