What do you think about lee! Dark cacao and ler! Pure vanilla cookie? :] like a fluff fanfic if that's okay
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🌨️ “A Smile Beneath the Storm”
Lee!Dark Cacao Cookie | Ler!Pure Vanilla Cookie
Fluff | Comfort | Tickles | Established Relationship | Post-Reunion Wholesomeness
The storm outside the Citadel roared on, snow howling against the dark walls like a wounded beast. Yet inside the throne room, the fire crackled softly, casting golden light over the cold stone.
Dark Cacao Cookie sat on his throne, still and silent.
Until a familiar, quiet voice echoed through the hall.
“You’ve been frowning for an hour straight. That must be exhausting.”
Dark Cacao didn’t even flinch as Pure Vanilla Cookie stepped into view, robes swishing gently behind him.
“I do not frown,” the king rumbled.
“Oh, my mistake,” Pure Vanilla said sweetly, climbing the steps to his side. “Then the corners of your mouth are just very, very heavy.”
Pure Vanilla smiled, gently placing a hand over the gauntlet resting on the armrest. “You’ve taken on so much, Cacao. Even now, you never rest.”
“I am fine,” he replied, though his voice was gruff with something close to weariness.
“I know that tone,” Pure Vanilla teased. “That’s the ‘I haven’t rested in days and I’m too proud to admit it’ tone.”
“You’re not convincing me, you know.”
Dark Cacao exhaled through his nose. “You never were easy to dissuade.”
“And you were never good at pretending.”
Then—Pure Vanilla leaned in, a soft glimmer in his eyes.
“…Do you remember when we were young?”
“You used to laugh more,” Pure Vanilla whispered, gently brushing a few strands of snowy hair from the king’s face. “I miss that sound.”
Dark Cacao’s brow furrowed. “There is little to laugh about.”
“That’s not true.” Pure Vanilla leaned in closer. “There’s always something to smile for. You’ve just forgotten how.”
Two nimble fingers skittered beneath the edge of his gorget.
Dark Cacao jolted, his eyes going wide.
Pure Vanilla’s grin was pure sunshine. “Ah-ha. There it is.”
Pure Vanilla’s fingers danced under the edge of his armor, teasing the seam between his chestplate and his sides, knowing exactly how to slip past the padding to reach the vulnerable spots beneath.
“P-V—!” Dark Cacao barked, shoulders twitching, trying to push him away without truly resisting. “That is—unbecoming—of an Ancient—!”
“Shhh,” Pure Vanilla hummed with mirth, now tickling both sides with light circular scribbles. “Even Ancients deserve to giggle~”
But a low, rumbly huff of laughter slipped through clenched teeth.
He kept going. Gentle, teasing, patient. His fingers explored beneath the ridges of armor, tracing along the king’s sides, down to his waist, where he knew for a fact—
Dark Cacao jerked violently, nearly knocking them both over.
“Oh dear,” Pure Vanilla cooed. “Your waist is still sensitive, I see~”
“You’ll have to make me~”
“…YOU INSOLENT—!!” Dark Cacao growled, eyes sparking—though now he was smiling, a rare sight, his expression cracking with reluctant laughter.
It was deep and hearty, full of gravel and thunder, but no longer stormy. He laughed, his voice echoing in the halls like a slow-building avalanche.
Pure Vanilla, giggling himself, finally eased off and sat beside him.
Dark Cacao gasped for breath, wiping his eyes with the back of a gauntlet.
“It was necessary.” Pure Vanilla reached over and gently took his hand, intertwining their fingers. “You’re allowed to feel joy again, Cacao. Even now. Especially now.”
Dark Cacao stared at their hands for a long moment. Then—he exhaled.
Pure Vanilla leaned his head on the king’s shoulder, letting the fire’s warmth settle between them.
They stayed like that, side by side in silence, while the storm raged on outside.
And the faintest trace of a chuckle in the air.
