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𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐈𝐈

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • • • ❥❥❥

tw // implied absentee family, angst, bodily injury

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SLAM!

It was like a cascade– frozen rain shattering and falling across the floor. The snake roared and hissed in painful agony as its head was bashed in by Y/n’s baseball bat. The ink from within the snake started to flood out of the newly severed hole in its cranium like a thick waterfall. Affogato was knocked back by this blow, being dragged along by the snake he was loosely attached to. He screamed in pain as ink spilled all over him, going into his eyes and mouth, the stinging pain! “Now! Latte, Espresso! Finish it up!” “Yes!” She responded, gathering her younger brother and floating forth, preparing their catalysts. “I know you like it bitter, Affogato,” Espresso Cookie choked, “now, allow me to give you a bitter taste you’ll never forget!” Affogato slammed his staff on the ground once more, expecting snakes to come up… however, none came. He slammed his staff down a couple more times, to no avail. And just as he looked up in a state of panic, a beam of light was coming straight for him! He tried to block it with his staff, but the propulsion of the beam was too much to bear. With incredible force, Affogato Cookie was sent backward outside into the snow, completely obliterating whatever was left of the snake. Being sent out of the cabin with a couple rough hits to the snowy yard. He landed on his back, arms outstretched with tearladen eyes stained with ink. His vision was leaving him as he lay there, exhausted. A pair of footsteps could be heard crunching through the snow, and a pair of coffee colored eyes meeting up to his own from above. The sky, black as night, shining with stars that mimicked the very light snowfall. “Affogato… are you… hang in there, okay?” He knelt down to Affogato as Latte slowly approached him. Affogato looked at his brother talking, but he couldn’t tell just what exactly he was saying– just a garble of words. His eyes slowly closed, falling unconscious. You walked up to Latte and sat next to Espresso, who had picked his older brother up by his side, cradling his head.

“Affogato?” He called out. “Affogato!” Latte repeated in chorus. You looked back over at the cabin and ran inside to see nothing more than an ink mattered, blood spattered, glass shattered state of a home that once was meant to mean a getaway trip away from chaos, only for it to be met with even more of what you lot so desperately wanted to leave behind. You saw Licorice’s body, silent against the cracked wood floor in a puddle of dark viscous blood. Kneeling down to Red Velvet, who shakily tried to get up off of the necromancer, had a large gash in his head, and was bleeding just as much as Licorice was, the only difference being he was still breathing, it seemed. His eyes seemed cloudy and dry however, lethargic– as though he was looking through you instead of at you. “Ugh…” he groaned, before collapsing onto you with a sigh pushing out of his mouth. “H… Help…” He whispered weakly. You lifted him off and positioned him comfortably against the entertainment center. “I’ll go get my phone, give me a second.” You said as you hurriedly got up and scurried to get your phone. Running to your shared bedroom, you unplugged your charging phone and quickly dialed emergency services, rushing back into the common area to see Espresso carrying an unconscious Affogato in his arms, and a very concerned Latte Cookie at her younger brother’s left hand side, looking at you with a hand at her older brother’s clammy forehead.

The lot of you were eventually found and brought to a hospital in a nearby coffee village. The doctors and nurses were able to treat Red Velvet and Licorice at a steady pace, allowing them to rest and recover. However, Affogato was a different story. He overexerted his body to such a harsh extent that he wasn’t healing properly. His throat was left permanently damaged due to the ink buildup that accumulated over the course of his overblot. He had a bag of charcoal at his side as well as some other drips, presumably for other medications and saline. You were shortly discharged from the hospital, however, before you wished to leave you wanted to see Affogato.

You had to see him. He needed to talk to you after all.

When you appeared in his room, you could see the distraught on his face– the stress was evident in the wrinkles around his eyes, as though he was going through a neverending nightmare. Sitting down next to him you put your hand on top of his gently, feeling the cold chill of his cold skin. Clammy and cold, he opened his eye slowly, and it rolled over to you. With your free hand you put it to his forehead, feeling the diaphoresis that clung to his skin. “Mon cœur…” He whispered gently, his voice weak. You helped him sit up and pat his back, spitting up bits of thickened ink that had stuck in his throat. He put a hand to his chest and looked around at the saline bags and different kinds of machines around him. “Am I in the hospital?” He asked, looking at you. You nodded slowly. After recapping to him what had happened, telling him that the cabin had basically been destroyed and stained through and through with ink, and how he nearly killed Licorice and Red Velvet, he looked at his hands, and back over to you. He seemed to have trouble comprehending what had happened, like he had grown amnesia. You leaned into him and he rested his bed head on your chest with shocked serpentine eyes still tear stained with ink, showing impression lines going down his dark cheeks.

“Let me be very clear,” you said as you combed your fingers gently through his hair, feeling him sigh into your chest with fatigue, “I still love you.” This caused him to raise from you, looking you in the eye and holding your hands in his. You felt the blood in his veins through his fingers start pumping quicker, becoming warmer with the passing minutes and the ticks of the clock hanging on the wall by the window. “I hurt you, I hurt your friends, I endangered you… you know of my past, my dear how–” “The past doesn’t matter. What’s gone is gone and what is done is done. There’s no need to dwell.” He stared at you– dumbfounded, confused. “I just…” “Need time.” He interrupted. “You need time, I know.” He slowly lowered back into your chest, listening to the gentle beeping of the machine by his bed. And after what seemed like hours he put an arm around you, hugging you close to him. “Amour,” he whispered into your chest, “mon amour, mon amour, mon amour…” Kissing your chest gently, he looked up to you, his lower jaw still warmly clad in the cleavage of your chest. You looked down at reddened eyes of off white and your lips gently parted. “Me croyez-tu toujours?” You realized he was speaking in french, which you just let him breathe into your skin in silence. You didn’t want to answer him out of fear of the question itself. “Me faites-tu toujours confiance?” He gently moved you over so that you were positioned on his knee, and then his hands slowly moved down your body, stopping at the small of your back right above your rear.

With every kiss, every soft touch his lips made with your chest, your collarbone, the base of your neck, he would hum gently against your skin, holding you down on him as though he was almost fearful of letting you go. “Je t'aime.” He whispered. Now that, that you knew, “Je t'aime et je suis désolé.” He breathed. You bent down to take his chin and kiss his lips, aching. Yearning. Wanting. You felt the beeps on the machine speed up, his heart rate beginning to quicken. You paused and rested your forehead on his— feeling his now warm breath and hands wandering. Caressing his face, he tries to push upward towards you, wanting more of your lips.

“I too want to fix this.” You whispered, making him slowly smile. This smile… was one of those rare smiles that he never wore, and it was one of genuineness and purity— sincerity. “But I just need some time, okay?” Nodding, he hugged you closer to him, as though you couldn’t get any closer, taking a hand to the back of your thigh. The door to his room opened, and in walked Latte Cookie, in a hospital gown. She suddenly stopped when she saw your position. “Ah… am I interrupting something?” She asked, a gentle blush creeping onto her features. Affogato shook his head. She resumed walking into the room, walking up to Affogato to put a hand to his head, petting him. “Are you okay?” She asked quietly. Kissing the crown of his head, he looked up at his younger sister. “I just wanted to say that, I forgive you. And I’m sorry that I wasn’t there when you needed me.” He smiled at her, that genuine smile. He felt like he had come out of that hellhole all over again— finally feeling that ecstasy driven brush of freedom. “Je t'aime ma sœur,” He whispered as he leaned into her, “Je promets de ne plus te laisser tomber.” She nodded, taking his head into her chest. “Je t'aime aussi.”

Shortly, after a few days of healing, everyone was discharged. Affogato however had his staff suspended by mages at the hospital, who were previously called to help treat him. This was to prevent him from using any more magic. They then left, and went back to the Tower. As Red Velvet sat in the back seat, you drove up front. You didn’t want any of them driving really, as you really weren’t supposed to be driving either. Affogato sat up front, and the others sat in the back along with Red Velvet, who tapped on your shoulder when you hit a red light. You ignored him. You didn’t wanna give into that temptation again, god forbid let that memory of him creep into your mind. “Y/n Cookie.” Red Velvet quietly called out, causing Affogato to stir. “Red, stop.” You said firmly, yet quietly. You felt the near sleeping cookie in the passenger seat put a hand to your thigh, presumably to tell you to relax.

Some more driving passes and you hit the borderline for Beast Yeast. You stopped at a gas station to not only fill your tank, your car and your stomachs possibly, and to empty them as well. You pulled into a gas station that looked reminiscent of a Wawa, which caused Red Velvet’s eyes to widen. “I haven’t been to this place ever since I was a kid.” Red Velvet whispered. “It’s a fucking wawa basically, I know you’ve been to several of these.” Licorice retorted, lazily getting up out of his seat of the car. As all of you got out, with Espresso vouching to stay inside the vehicle to man the gas pump, you all headed inside the gas station. It was damn near empty except for a few staff members kinda cleaning up. Affogato fixed himself a coffee in one of those thermos cups before looking at you. “Do you want anything?” He asked. You went to go get a cup when his hand met your halfway, and you both lifted the cup out of the holder it came from together. He smiled at you and took the cup into his other hand. “Let me.” Looking at the cup, then back to your partner, you nodded. All the while a certain red and black haired cookie was making eye contact with you, or at least trying to. He was getting a tea out of one of the fridges in the wall.

And those memories flashed.

Memories of you flashed in his head back at the cabin. Your fingers in his hair. You softly moaning, the way your legs buckled and wrapped around his waist… and then Affogato nearly bashing his skull. He almost died reaping the consequences of his actions, yet, he still wanted you. “Oof, you okay, Red?” Latte asked as she walked up to him. He just looked at her with a neutral look on his face, but that was contradicted when his fingers gently squeezed at the bottle he was holding. She only giggled and put a small hand to his forearm. “I see the way you look at them. I’ve been there too, in that state of want for someone.” Red Velvet Cookie sighed and looked back at you and Affogato walking away from the coffee machines, hand in hand. “I wanna let you know something, Latte Cookie.” Red Velvet whispered. She nodded, and he got close to her, almost pinning her to the fridge. At her side.

“I know that your brother nearly killed me and Licorice Cookie, whether it be out of trauma or possessiveness. But to tell you the truth,” he cut himself off as he tried to find the right words in his head to put together, his cheeks growing a darker shade of crimson, “I’m the cause of all that. I do believe my actions that morning—“ “don’t even bother to rehash.” She said with a wry smile. “You don’t need to recap, I know what happened. Licorice told me already, and Espresso said that he thought he heard moaning in the kitchen that morning.” He slowly lets her go and crosses his arms, drink in hand. His blue eyes slowly avert over, possibly out of either embarrassment or slight humiliation. “Fucking mint.” He whispered, quickly walking up to the counter. “Ask for gas while you’re up there, I’m going outside.” Latte called out as she left. Red Velvet looked to the left, then to the right. “I got this plus twenty regular cash, yeah?” The cashier nodded, and soon after came out, had the gas pumped, and the lot moved on with their trip back, which was a rather quiet one.

The tower came into view for you and Affogato, seeing some cake monsters guarding the front doors, as well as Pomegranate Cookie, who was at the front doors with a drink in hand. She watched you lot pull back into the driveway with a mundane look, and walked down the steps to help with your belongings. She gave you a small smile while helping you and Latte, and as usual dismissing the guys. As they finished, Latte and Espresso walked up to Affogato and hugged him. “I wish you and Y/n Cookie luck, dear.” Latte whispered into his ear. Affogato ruffled Espresso’s hair, causing him to grumble and attempt to straighten it back up. “I missed that side of you, dear brother.” Affogato teased, causing the other dark cookie to roll his eyes. Latte and Espresso then reloaded into the car and waved at their brother. “Au revoir!” Affogato said as he waved back. Latte rolled her window down and smiled, “Au revoir! À bientôt!”

Giving you four a plain look, Pomegranate helped gather your bags up and opened the front doors for you all to gather back into the tower. The double doors shut with a reverberating echo, filling the large entryway like an echoing cave. You felt that cold air that welcomed you back. The somewhat sweet smell of buttercream frosting, smoke, molten chocolate, and metal hung loosely in the air, and a couple dogs came racing down the stairs, barking excitedly. Red Velvet crouched as the dogs ran up to him, jumping on him and licking his face. “Hey, Chiffon!” He chirped as he took one of the cakehounds that looked similar to an angel food cake in his arms. Licorice then took his bag from Pomegranate and walked off, seeing a flying creature fly up to him– which left you and Affogato alone with the red haired priestess. “I hope you both recognize that you both will continue work tomorrow, so in light of my master and myself, I highly advise you both to get settled back before it's too late.” Pomegranate said plainly as she left the two of you be. Looking at each other, you both walked up the stairs of the entryway up to the second floor. Even though you both had separate bedrooms in the tower, you both still insist on sharing your room together. The door opened, and the air was chilly due to no one occupying it for a while. Still though, you put your bags down on your mattress and you both began to unpack your belongings silently, until your eye caught something. It was a photograph. At the very bottom of Affogato’s suitcase was a photo that looked like it was taken a long time ago, as the white polaroid frame looked a bit worn and stained with age, a warm sienna taking hold of the edges.

Taking the photograph in your hand you paused putting your things away, looking at the contents of the photograph. Two children, and a woman standing behind them, as the slightly taller boy cradled a baby in his arms gingerly. “Hey, honey?” You called out to Affogato, who turned his head to you from your shared wardrobe. He put a hanger back on the rack that had a shirt on it. “Yes?” “What’s this photograph from?” He looked at the photograph in your hands as his eyes widened a little. “It’s a… a family photo.” He murmured as he walked to you, taking the other end of the photograph in his hand. He stared at it for a second, dark thick eyelashes lowering at the glare of the picture.

“Affogato, go get your sister.” The lady said, setting up a tripod in front of the cabin. The sun rained down on the normally dead yet now somewhat vibrant blades of grass in the front lawn. The wind was dry yet comfortable, and a small boy was seen rushing into the door of the cabin. “Latte!” Affogato yelled. A little girl in a white dress came out with a baby clad in white and light brown clothes. “I’m coming, I had to change Espresso.” She said excitedly. He nodded. “Mama wants me to hold him for the picture.” Affogato chirped as the two children went out onto the porch. “But I wanted to hold him!” The young Latte whined, hugging the baby boy close to her chest. “Now now…” The woman said as she gracefully walked up the wooden steps, “Since Affogato is the eldest, I do believe that it would be right if he was to hold Espresso for the photo.”

Latte looked at her mother in juvenile defeat and handed the baby over to her older brother. “There we go, that’s a good girl. Now, come on.”

The camera would soon flash upon the four as Affogato beamed. Latte looked to her brother as he held a baby cookie in his arms, his hair styled up nice and neat. “You’ve always had a nice smile.” Affogato’s mother commented, looking at the newly snapped photograph. “Even as a baby…” hee look softened as she took a finger to Affogato’s face within the picture, almost looking forlorn. Nevertheless, she put on a sad smile. “It’s been six months since your father departed.” She murmured to herself. She suddenly snapped out of her stupor however when she had felt her daughter tug on the hem of her maxi dress. “Mama, are you okay?” She asked innocently. Hee mother smiled upon her, knelt down, and kissed her forehead. “I’m okay, babygirl. Mama’s okay.” Affogato went up to hug his mother by the neck, his baby brother still in an arm. It was such a peaceful moment— birds were chirping, not a cloud in the sky and the immediate area had the sweet smell of coffee, chocolate, and vanilla… and the sounds of laughter and a baby’s babble could be heard.

Pure, wholesome bliss.

“That’s when Espresso was little.” Affogato whispered as he looked at the baby he was holding. “That was like… right before my father left.” You looked at him, taking his arm in one hand. “Left?” He nodded. “It’s a… bit of a touchy subject.” “Oh..” you whispered. You then sat down on the bed you both shared, and Affogato went to finish with his stuff. You would flash a glance at him from time to time as he would stop and think about where to put something. But you felt yourself smile, and he looked at you as he heard you exhale sharply. Images of his mother flashed before his eyes, her sweet smile and her soft off white eyes, like fresh rays of morning sun hitting mild, dewy grass.

That heavy feeling came back into his chest as he felt himself kneel before you, taking your hands in his own and smiling up at you… that kind, genuine smile. “Y/n Cookie.” He started in a hush as he kissed your knuckles, “I promise you, I promise on everything I have, everything I love, and everything I hold dear to me, to love you. And to care for you. And to be by your side from here out.” He softly said as he kissed your fingers in between each statement.

“And I do love you.” He continued, “forever and always.” You bent down to kiss the crown of his head, stroking his hair with a hand he had freed. “Together we can work on a better future not just for the growth of ourselves, but for us.” You said softly as he blushed at you, meeting you halfway in a sweet, longing kiss. He sighed dreamily through his nose and let his lips linger on yours like feathers.

You felt him restore, you felt him reset.

He was ready to begin anew— start fresh.

Clean. Beautiful.

Just a sweet slew of time, for a moment of bliss. And it all started with a drive out.

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infraaa · 1 year

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𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐈

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𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • • • ❥❥❥

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • • •

tw // character injury, graphic violence, implied ptsd episode, slight gore I suppose, and it's just a tad bit suggestive with red velvet in the beginning, but it's nothing too heavy.

【cw // affos goin through it now. It's hella angsty so just a little warning abt that.】

TAKE CAUTION UNDER THE CUT

BOLT!

Cold sweats, panting, clutching his chest… he looked around at his surroundings. It’s light outside and the birds quietly chirped. Looking at his hands did he realize that he only had a nightmare. A bad dream. Swallowing the lump in his throat, he laid back down and turned to hug you… except you weren’t in the bed. He hugged the blankets which made up whatever warmth you left over. “Y/n?” He sheepishly called out. He looked more closely… he made a fool of himself. After realizing you weren’t there, he sat back up and rubbed his eyes.

Cutting over in the kitchen, you sit at an empty kitchen table with a cup of coffee, when Red Velvet approaches you. He puts his hand on the wood beside you, and the smell of buttercream fills your nose. “I can tell you’re upset.” He says sleepily, his voice still drunk with sleep. He takes a chair and sweeps it backwards and plops down onto it. “Babe.” Red Velvet said in the midst of the stillness. What did he just call you? You turned to him, taking a sip of coffee. Rubbing his lips together with a sharp inhale, he grazed his claws gently on the table. “I think you should talk to him at some point. I get that you’re nervous, you're unsure, you may even be afraid to confront him maybe, but I do recommend that you talk to him about how you feel.” You blinked, settling his words in the peaceful morning silence, and after a second you wrapped your hands around your mug and let your skin embrace its warmth. “What if I don’t want to right now?” “I’m not saying you have to talk to him now, I’m saying at some point.” He paused in the middle of his sentence to confront himself.

He doesn’t want a casual conversation.

It’s seven in the morning. You’re here, he’s here… everyone else as far as you both know are still asleep…

He scoots his chair over a bit to where he’s closer to you. Putting his arms on the table and resting on them, he continues to pour his blue eyes into yours. You take a drink of your coffee and look back at him. He had a certain look in eyes, something you’ve never seen in him. His eyes looked softer. Was it because he was tired? It had to be. You dismissed this soft puppy dog look he was giving and went to get up when you felt his clawed hand creep onto your fingers, making you freeze in place. You looked back at him with a question in your eyes. “What?” “Talk to me.” Compelled to say no, you took a breath. “I–” You stopped yourself for a second. Was he trying to comfort you? Was he trying to get you to vent to him? Did he just want you here? You slowly sat back down in your seat at the table. Looking at him, you furrowed your eyes. Looking at your phone, you saw the time. 7:05. “About yesterday,” you started, then pausing again to drink your coffee, “did you agree with Licorice?” He took a second to think, his head slowly raising back up from its resting position on his arms.

“I think…” He said. “You think–” “Wait, give me a second.”

Oh so he wasn’t finished.

“I think so, yes. When I met him through my mother, which she just brought him in to fill the hole that Dark Choco made when he made the choice to disband, He seemed… off. I don’t know, he didn’t have the same visions as we did. He wasn’t interested in rebuilding the world like we do, he was interested in claiming it. But he had a very particular way of wanting to achieve that and at first tried to undermine me because of my status at the Tower.” Okay, so this was intriguing. Call Affogato an overachiever, sure. But call others out to get ahead? Seemed normal. Strangers? Huh… You got up for a second, “Here, let me get you some coffee. How do you take it?” He looked up at you. ‘Black. Black and strong as night.” You nodded. “Anyways, what do you mean by ‘undermine you?’” Red Velvet sighed, eyeing you as you stood at the counter getting a mug out of the cabinet. “So… he tried to make himself look like a better person by trying to build a sense of morale or respect… Truth be told, he started with me. I run the tower, I'm responsible for all the cake monsters. He tried to say that I wasn’t a fit leader because of my own visions. Now don’t get me wrong, I understand that my mother was always a radical thinker in the light that she just wishes to see Earthbread crumble. I want to make it new, so that there is no segregation. No differences– equality, sameness, you know?”

His ego is large, what the fuck… and Red didn’t even have to do anything.

“It just sounds like he needs to mind his own business. He can be pretty nosy at times.” “Pretty nosy alright, yeah.” He got up and started walking towards you. “And the whole Creme Republic Incident? He blamed me for not being there when he didn’t even know me at the time.” You started pouring his coffee into his mug when you felt his warm arms drape over the countertop in front of you. You saw his hands and exhaled, feeling the warmth of his body come close to you. “You did, you knew I was there.”

You remembered joining the Cookies of Darkness long before Affogato did. During your training you grew close with Red Velvet as a personal trainer. He saw your growth in his army, and how you treated his cakes. He admired you for your sense of justice and compassion, and if you were there, you managed to soften his sharp edges just a bit. But this also led to you developing a friendship with him outside of work. Your mind raced about the times you two would both sneak out, go hang out in the forests, play with the cakes… you two would always have a good time when you both would hang out, away from everyone else.

You saw his fingers snake around the granite of the countertop slowly, almost like actual snakes stalking down prey. Feeling the push of the air leaving his nose at the crown of your head, and upon looking down you see that his fingers intertwine with each other. His arms have wrapped themselves around your hips, and all the sudden, you could feel your breathing pick up. You turned towards him, his fingers unlocking for a second before moving back to their locked position. “What are you doing?” You asked, hushed…

Don’t wake anyone.

Don’t. Wake. Anyone.

“What am I doing?” He asked with a coyish smile. Holy shit. That was the only thing that was racing through your mind. “I like you, that’s what I’m trying to do. With that, he quickly moved his hands to your sides, pulling your body to his, making you gasp. Putting his normal hand then to your cheek you stare at him— wide eyed. “Red… this is wrong, we shouldn’t-“ you said hesitantly, moving one of your hands to his chest. He smiled, closing his eyes for a brief second. “Are you listening to me?” “Of course I am. I know this is wrong…” With a swift move of his hand back down, he kissed your lips– as you lightly took hold of his forearm. You moaned with slight discomfort in the kiss, squeezing at his arm gently.

This is wrong.

This is very wrong.

Letting go of your lips he took your chin in his two normal fingers and lifted your reddened head to look him in the eye. “But you can’t need without a want.” You bore into his eyes with confusion. Sure, Affogato would have these moments with you, quite literally all the time. He was known to be passionate and clingy at times, but his love language was exactly that– acts of service and physical contact. Red Velvet however…

You felt as though in the past you could trust Affogato.

You feel as if now you can trust Red Velvet.

At this point, your mind is racing. Do you want to continue with this? Do you want to potentially get caught by someone? It would mean utter chaos if Affogato caught you. But with these suffocating thoughts came ones of fire. Setting off firecrackers in your heart and butterflies flying amok in your stomach, it was almost like temptation by the serpent that lended Eve the apple and beckoned to take a bite; just a bite, just a nibble. Just what were your feelings towards Red Velvet?

As you were contemplating this decision, you felt the crimson general lean down to kiss your jawline, then your neck, going down to your shoulders and back up again, taking his hands and slowly going up and down your sides. You took a breath and leaned into him. Was the feeling of pressure and heated passion getting to your head? Like blood rushing up while you would hang upside down? Was it dizzying? Your hand autonomously moved up into his red and black bed hair, leaning into him with a quiet sigh. Recognizing your new twisted sense of consent, he picked you up and placed you on the countertop for easier access. Wrapping your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, you could feel his hands creep down underneath your top as he kissed you, feeling at your now warm skin, blushed with rouge. In the heat of the moment did he attempt to lift your top up. You pushed him away to put a finger to his nose. “No no..” You said teasingly. He smirked at you.

God damn. He just won’t behave.

He sure is cute though.

You both resumed and after a few moments you both heard the sound of a door open. Reality came back to greet you with a vengeance as you then reacted fast, a little too fast for Red Velvet’s liking. You quickly pushed him off of you and hopped off the countertop, ushering out of the kitchen as fast as a hare. He looked back at you as you scampered off, scurrying back somewhere. He smiled and put a finger to his bottom lip. He took a drink of his now lukewarm coffee sitting beside the coffee pot as his cerulean eyes took to a lustful sheen. “Red, what the fuck are you doing?” Licorice stood at the entryway to the kitchen with crossed arms. He turned his head to look at the necromancer, daring not to move his body around. “Coffee.” “Yeah whatever, just let me get my tea.” He quickly moved over to go get his morning cup of tea, walking over to a cabinet to get his box of tea sachets when he saw a silhouette in Red’s pants. He gave Red Velvet a disgusted look. “I swear to the fucking witches. Bruh it's too early for this.” He walked off after putting his tea away.

Later on after you quickly showered, getting the scent of Red Velvet off of your body and washing him out of your mouth, you could smell your boyfriend walking into the room, the sweet smell of vanilla and coffee filling your nose. You suddenly felt an immense feeling of heavy guilt and shame. He truly did nothing to you, he didn’t deserve to be cheated on. “Good morning, amour.” He said to you as he hugged you from behind as you put on your body spray. “Good morning dear, watch your nose.” He backed up for you and then as you finished, you could feel him cling back on you. “So, what are the plans for today?” Latte said she wants to go out again, I said I digress, I would rather not waste gas.” You nodded, agreeing with him. Gas sure did cost a pretty penny. “So… staying in?” You asked. He nodded. He looked at you as you finished in the mirror. You wanted nothing more than to get away from him as quickly as you could– the guilt was starting to become overbearing, eating you alive like a parasite. Even the glow of your ring light was making your eyes hurt. Affogato on the other hand looked at you through the mirror.

Say something.

Say. Something, Affogato Cookie.

His knee twitched, and with that he cleared his throat. “There’s something I want to talk to you about.” You looked at him, getting your attention was always easy for him to do. “Sure, what is it–” “Y/N! Breakfast!” You could hear Latte call out. “Oh!” You suddenly looked out the door, and started to head out. “We can talk later, come on.” He put his hand up and smiled politely. “I’m alright… thanks.”

At the dinner table, everyone except Affogato gathered for breakfast. As everyone was eating, Licorice and Red Velvet had finished early and were on their phones. Red got a look from Espresso that read discontent. “Why… why are you on your phone at the table? Put it down, that’s bad table etiquette.” “Blow it out your ass four eyes, Pomegranate Cookie is texting me about Chiffon, my dog. He got an ear infection shortly after I left and I asked Pomegranate to look after him and tell me about any developments.”

A sudden, extremely believable lie.

Espresso shrugged and continued eating. “Oh, the poor puppy!” Latte exclaimed, “I hope your dog gets better!” He only nodded, the reply swooshy sound coming from his phone.

bitch ass motherfucker w a small dick – Today 9:26

『wth was goin on this morning in the kitchen?』

He smirked and started typing again. Licorice’s phone then vibrated on the surface of the table. He checked it.

E-thot man whore w gay highlights – Today 9:26

『you always somehow wanna be in my business where you clearly dont belong smdh anyways since you asked I now have torturer’s rights.』

bitch ass motherfucker w a small dick – Today 9:27

『naur. sTOP.』

E-thot man whore w gay highlights – Today 9:27

『bih naur??? ugly cries anyway i was abt to get some fuck unlike you w your greasy ass hair bfffthahah』

He looked up at Red Velvet with a plain face and he returned the look. “You get on my fucking nerves.”

“Naur? Really Licorice?”

“FUCKING NAUR.”

“NAUR.”

“NAAAAAAURRRR.”

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TWO FUCKING TALKING ABOUT?” Affogato yelled out from the living room. Red snorted under his breath and put his phone in his pocket, dismissing himself from the table before walking behind you and giving you a quick head pat. Affogato walked into the kitchen and saw you and everyone else finishing breakfast. He took Red Velvet’s empty seat at the table, eyeing everyone as they ate. “What was all that?” “Don’t worry about it, they were annoying each other.” Latte said as she finished up. “And me.” Espresso groaned.

The rest of the day went on without incident… however you never spoke to Affogato, leading him into a state of paranoia. He refused to eat after a few days, the pain was killing him. You presumed that he may have wanted space, but that only made it worse in his head. All he wanted was to talk to you. That’s all he wanted really, and the coldness in his bed made him feel weak and useless. He wanted you. You.

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You were driving him c r a z y.

At one in the morning, you heard someone crying. Waking up, you opened your bedroom door to see little black, dots on the floor. You lowered down to see what this was, and upon closer inspection it looked like ink from a black pen that busted. Following the little splotches on the floor you were led to the bathroom. The inky like substance gathered at the crack at the door, puddling there. Opening the door, the smell of ink was so… overpowering you covered your nose. It was in the toilet, on the toilet seat, the handles of the sink, the countertop, the shower curtain, the walls…

It was everywhere.

You gently took hold of the bathroom curtain with a concerned look on your face. “Affogato?” You called out, which made him immediately stop crying. Holding his breath, not making a sound, he felt his breath gather up in his chest and throat, making him cough and gargle. You open the shower curtain to see Affogato, his clothes soiled with the black substance from the collar of his shirt down. He was panting– you could see the ink in his teeth. His fingers, straight down to his nails– loosely coated in liquid black as he shook gently, sitting in a now completely stained bathtub with splatters of whiter leaking through the black shiny mass that was this sticky thick liquid. “Oh witches…” you muttered under his breath. “My… my magic… I can’t– I can’t use my abilities anymore.” He whined as he curled up in the bathtub. “Affogato,” you whispered, crouching down carefully, making sure not to slip on the tile floor. “I think you should talk to me–” “I’ve been trying to do that for the past THREE. FUCKING. DAYS.”

He spat the viscous black liquid at you, clearly now in a state of anger. Do you really want to get served now? Oh god, what would he do..?

It had to come out.

“Listen, just listen to me honey…” You tried to reach out to him but he grimaced backwards against the shower wall. “Listen… about… about the day we went to the shopping center, I went with Licorice and Red Velvet, and we went into a winter boutique… he pulled me into the bathroom and he started talking about you.”

Spilling the beans, you could slowly see his eyes widen. He heard all the things about how he was an untrustworthy liar, how he was irresponsible, how he was narcissistic like his mother… god that one hurt like a bitch. He didn’t mind it personally, he’s heard gossip and rumors about him countless times before. But, for Licorice to tell you these things about him, making you avoid him… what if they were lying? What if they didn’t like him anymore?

What if… he wasn’t good enough..?

Do you dare tell him about yesterday morning?

You had to.

“And… yesterday in the kitchen… Red Velvet… um…” You could already see it in his poor off white eyes– his whole childhood was flashing through his eyes. “Oh god, this is gonna piss you off…” You swallowed the large lump in your throat, wondering how you should reword this. His eyebrows began to furl. “Why? Why? Why why why why why whywhywhywhywhywhywh…” he started to murmur to himself as he gripped his hair. “What, y/n what?! WHAT?! WHAT IS IT?!”

“I’m trying to think this through, give me a second!” “Think what through?!”

It came out wrong. He overwhelmed your mind and your senses were clouded with nothing but the stench of xylene and alcohol, and the ink only seemed to seep deeper into your surroundings… manifesting something from the drain of the tub. Small little dark purple and black rivlets of ink started to gather and clot at the base of the drain, thickening into worm like shapes. “He…”

His hands shook as he started to let out this blood curdling scream, sending you back against the now closed bathroom door, slamming shut and knocking the back of your head.

“You will never amount to anything. You are a worthless child, and I will always blame you for why your father left for that goddamn waste of space whore…”

And after a few seconds of silence, the door busted back open, this time with a very concerned Latte, Espresso, Licorice, and Red Velvet waiting behind it. As soon as he saw Red Velvet and Licorice, his eyes suddenly filled with rage… and the room, the room started to fill with this dark mauve lavender smoke as he began to cough violently, spitting up ink from his cried out throat, dying of heat and burning from the chemicals. Hissing could be heard, and a large worm-like entity rose out of the smog, purple glowing eyes staring back at you and the others hungrily, fueled by the same rage that its host held. It picked him up slightly, allowing him to slightly levitate off the surface of the bathtub. Smaller snakes similar to the large one slithered out of the bathtub, hissing as they did so. A few snakes stayed behind and latched themselves to Affogato’s shoulders.

And after the smog cleared and his coughing subsided, the lot of you backed away… terrified of the figure that was floating before them. Focused on Red Velvet’s form solely, slithering out of the bathtub with the mercy of the large serpent behind him, hissing like a bomb about to go off… and that’s what Affogato has become– a ticking time bomb about to explode…

“REEEED VELVEEEEET!”

Launching out of the bathroom, the lot of you separated like ants. Red Velvet took you by the arm and quickly charged upstairs. “GET A FUCKING GUN, GET A GUN RED, HE’S LOST HIS MI-” “Ohhhh…. Oh Licorice! Don’t think you aren’t gonna get it either!” The large serpent summons Affogato’s staff out of its mouth, purple slime emitting from its tongue, covering it in the gooey substance that was similar to the inkblot that was created in the bathroom. With maniacal laughter, he slammed down on the ground with his newly found staff, spears stabbing down at the wooden floor, cracking as the ink pours in the hole, summoning a torrent of snakes. The shockwave of the small blast that his staff made upon impact of the floor sent Licorice backwards, falling onto the sofa, and as soon as he was trying to get up, he saw the tip of the longest spear at the end of the staff at his chest, prodding at the fabric and the very miniscule fibers of his clothes. But before he could plunge his staff into Licorice’s chest, he felt a hard bonk to his shoulder, briefly sending the large serpent back on its side for a brief moment before it stood back up with a slight grunt. He turned, only to see his youngest sister wielding a baseball bat in her hands, teary eyed as she tried to hit the large serpent again, but missed in the process, only hitting Affogato’s staff instead.

“NICE SHOT!”

The purple swirls at the top of his staff were stained black, no longer emitting the purple sheen that it once did. “Latte Cookie, watch out!” Espresso exclaimed as he toppled his older sister before she could be hit by his staff. “You alright?” She nodded, shaking slightly. They both look up at the now corrupted cookie, while then for a second, Espresso looks back towards Red Velvet Cookie, who came back down the stairs with you in one arm and a gun in the other. “WHAT DID YOU DO?” Espresso yelled out. “I have no idea!”

“FEEL MY WRAAAATH! AAAAA HAHAHAHAHA!”

Slamming his staff down onto the ground, he conjures up even more snakes, and they slither to find their way towards Licorice Cookie’s legs, slithering around them and leaving a nasty train of black inky slime behind, tying Licorice down and rendering him unable to move. He tried to do the same with Red Velvet Cookie, but was rendered unsuccessful when he swatted away the pesky little snakes with the barrel of the gun.

“Wait, I think I know what’s wrong with him!” Latte said as she hurriedly moved over towards Licorice Cookie. Espresso Cookie followed her close behind, urging you and Red Velvet Cookie to follow suit. Suddenly, Latte Cookie used a shield to protect the lot of you as you bunched up in your little group. A brown and cream colored book then came to her as it opened, flipping through pages. “I think this is something called an overblot.” Espresso looked over his older sister’s shoulder with curiosity. “Overblot? The… the heck is a-an overblot?” “Licorice choked out through the grasp of the snake, coughing. You quickly tried to untangle the snakes from Licorice’s body, only for them to multiply and hiss at you. “An overblot… according to this passage,” Latte started as she flipped through pages, regaining her place in the book and sliding her finger down the off white page, “is a type of monster that births from a magic user that overuses their magic to the point of it becoming unstable,” she read, “magic users normally overblot due to many factors, however a few signature causes include trauma, extreme stress, or an excess in negative energy blotting something called a “magic wand.” Each overblot monster has an attached entity in which it takes representation of the overblot monster, often in the form of a person or an animal.” Affogato screamed as he hit away at the shield that formed above you with his staff in an attempt to break it, hitting away at it again and again… not stopping for anything. Red Velvet held you with the gun in his hands belting you to him by your stomach. “How the hell do we stop him?!” Latte than frantically flipped through the paragraphs on the page, looking up to see small cracks in the shield she formed, spreading outward with each hit like gentle glass breaking.

“We… we have to wait for his magic to deplete completely… but we can help this go by quicker by�� fighting him. The more magic he uses, the quicker it will deplete. And no, Red Velvet, you’re not shooting my brother.” Well, someone told me to go get a gun–”

“I have no need for siblings like you, who have failed to protect me and stand by me, and your flaws give me ADEQUATE cause… to send you lot to the ENDS OF EARTH TO ROT!” With one final hit, the shield broke, shattering into itty bitty pieces around and on you, leaving micro cuts on your skin. You saw sickened eyes, eyes of white surrounded in a deep sclera sea of black, ink dripping from his lower lashline like mascara running. A smile from ear to ear as he laid eyes on his targets, Red Velvet and Licorice Cookie… and then his siblings… and last… maybe even you. “Red Velvet, I need you to use the gun to untangle Licorice so he can help; us with his magic! For now, Latte and I will hold Affogato off.” Red Velvet nodded, and while keeping you close, he turned the safety of the gun off and cocked it, shooting each snake, watching them wither into puddles of black ink, staining Licorice’s cloak. “Don’t shoot me!” Licorice yelled.

Espresso and Latte had a pair of catalysts that floated next to them, using their respective magic against Affogato to repel him away to aid Red Velvet in getting Licorice free. When Coffee and Latte magic collide, the effects of the collision are almost monstrous in heat and intensity. Beams of coffee and milk surrounded Affogato, trying to strain him of movement, entrapping him in a circle of Solomon. “Now! Go! He can’t move!” Red Velvet urged, pulling Licorice up on his feet. Summoning his scythe, his dead, pale colored eyes bleated as they bore into Affogato’s distraught form. “Now! Come forth, my servants!” Standing behind the two coffee siblings, he slammed his scythe down on the floor, summoning a legion of shadowy, goopy creatures with glowing gold eyes that seemed to be at Licorice’s command. “Go forth, my beasts!” He yelled, gesturing to them to attack Affogato, and at the simple command did they charge forward in small groups in different directions, from the left, right and center… all to surround Affogato in the coff like key that held him in place..

But that only lasted for a brief moment when a torrent of ink spilled through the circle, trying to slow the licorice creatures in their mini stampede of sorts. The little minions however broke some parts of the circle in an effort to intercept Affogato, climbing onto his ankles to hold him down. “Everyone! Go!” Licorice yelled, Latte and Espresso stepped back, catalysts still in hand as they tried to repel Affogato using their own respective magic spells, however, that only did so much to him. With the two siblings and the licorice minions, the small snakes started fighting off the minions one by one, biting down on them and paralyzing them. The snakes would absorb the magic from the minions, which would replenish Affogato of his dark magic. He suddenly began to cackle, a deep cackle as he shot his staff outward, a large lavender beam coming from it. It split in two and managed to hit both Espresso and Latte with incredible force, sending them out of the cabin into the snowy yard outside with rough crashes onto the frozen ground.

He turned over to the necromancer at his very right, who beckoned you to go out to help the coffee siblings outside. Red Velvet stepped forward, gun in hand as he directed the barrel and chamber to the floor. “Affogato, please snap out of it!” Red Velvet yelled out, “we know you’re in pain right now, you’re in severe psychological distress and we get it, but at least–” “Why should I hold back anymore?! You tried to take the ONLY THING, the ONLY COOKIE in my life that seemed to matter to me, and YOU… tried to tear me and them APART!

“I WILL NO LONGER BE STOLEN FROM!”

The snakes charged at Red Velvet first, causing him to shoot at the snakes, which did some harm to Affogato. Licorice summoned more of his minions, then looked at how the snakes acted. His eyes widened all the sudden, as things started to clear up. The snakes acted as mini conduits of energy and magic that replenish Affogato! And they all seemed to be born from…

“The glass snake behind him… that’s it!” Licorice shouted, alerting Red Velvet next to him. “We have to destroy the snake behind Affogato!” Red Velvet smiled, aiming his gun at it to take a shot. However, upon shooting the snake, the bullet only seemed to ricochet off the glass into a window. “The glass that makes up the snake looks like it’s bulletproof!” Red Velvet shouted. “A simple bullet will not be able to break the glass!” Suddenly, Affogato took his staff and swung it at Licorice’s head, swiftly sending him into the entertainment center. Screaming he put his hand to his hand only to see blood riveting out onto his pale fingers. Fresh blood dripped from the newly found spikes adorning the sides of the staff. Red Velvet attempts to shoot the glass snake again, making the dark cookie cry out in pain. The second bullet would ricochet into the television on the wall. But… the second bullet left a tiny, very fine crack. His eyes widened as he went over to protect Licorice who sat on the floor, bleeding heavily. “Affogato, stop!” He smiled manically and raised his staff high in the air, preparing to swing at Red Velvet, cornering him against the other injured cookie. Perfect timing… you, Espresso, and Latte entered the cabin, slightly reddened and bruised from the snow, and saw the state of the two cookies against the entertainment center. “THE SNAKE!” Red Velvet yelled, “YOU HAVE TO BREAK–” Affogato swung roughly at Red Velvet, cutting him off and sending him into a violent scream. Stopping for a second, he started to giggle once more, he descended into insane laughter and started to bludgeon the two cookies under him, the snakes taking over their bodies to absorb their blood and strength. “STOP HIM!” Espresso yelled. The three of you attempted to intercept Affogato from three sides, with Espresso taking the snake in a chokehold and performing a boiling spell on it. Then, he noticed the fine crack.

“Latte, get the baseball bat you had!” She looked up to her younger brother who was in the process of heating the glass of the snake in an attempt to enlarge the crack. “The glass…” you muttered. “Red Velvet was trying to shoot the glass. We have to break the glass of the snake! Latte, you can use your magic to aid Espresso in heating the layers of the glass!” Espresso shook his head. “No, we have to use a lot more force to break the glass. Our magic can only do so much!” You ran off with Latte to get some bats, while Espresso stayed behind, jumping off to hit the snake with a beam of coffee magic, making Affogato wince. Summoning more snakes out of inky puddles, they slithered quickly towards Espresso Cookie, who levitated off the floor with his catalyst. The snakes gripped at the tail of his cape with their fangs, Flipping through the pages, he smiled at Affogato, who was prepping his staff once more. “Oh, so you wish to go down with them, little brother?” He asked, his voice laden with poisonous intent. “That voice… so familiar. So bitter…!” Espresso expressed as he shot a torrent of coffee beans in Affogato’s direction, pinning him up against the wall, like small needles. His eyes focused in on the crown of the snake’s head, preparing to shoot a beam of magic at it when all the sudden, Affogato charged forward and suspended his younger brother to a window, holding him by the neck with his staff. The snakes start to slither up the wall, closing in on Espresso’s head.

“You've always tried to outsmart me, always tried to get me into trouble, frame me for things you obviously did, made my life hell and you always got away with it like you’re so much better than me… you have no right to disrespect me any further… matter of fact…” Using the staff to forcefully lift Espresso’s chin upward painfully, the snakes blinded him, sliding over his eyes. “You won’t be able to harm me any further… you’ll be dead.”

“Nice thought!”

SLAM!

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