#dark choco x reader

[snowywolf1005]

How (Y/CN)brush her son:

How (Y/CN) brush her husband:

(Y/CN): I KEEP FINDING YOUR HAIR ALL OVER THE HOUSE!!!

Dark cacao cookie: GAAAAHHHH!!!!

[fallinangel44]

"What Big Teeth You Have!" - Fluffy Hour!

ft. Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Dark Choco x F!Reader

Meant to be read after the completion of the series, or you could be impatient like me 😭

Includes: Blood, Weapons, Pregnancy, Trespassing, Yandere, Children, Shenanigans, Death, Manipulation, Fluff (for real this time)

AN: I wrote the children as gender-neutral so you can imagine them as any gender you want. Tbh, I had imagined PVC with a daughter, DCC with a son, and SMC with a mix.

Word Count: 3.2k+

Shadow Milk Cookie

“So what if they’re trouble-makers? They’re our trouble-makers~”

Triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets; you will not be giving birth to just one child. It’s almost like chaos runs through every single fiber in his body, down to his very DNA.

He doesn’t even know you’re pregnant until you’re throwing up in the middle of breakfast and he’s internally freaking out thinking that you somehow managed to ingest some sort of poisonous berry.

Hours pass with you locking yourself in the bathroom and him cleaning up the entire house waiting for you to come back while being on edge. Every time he would knock, you would just tell him you were okay and to “leave me alone!”. It really did hurt his feelings, but he had no choice but to slink away and let you do whatever you were doing.

Your body did feel different, and your scent had changed. It felt gradual, not sudden, so you were probably going through some weird human thing. Your scent would change a few times through the year during menstruation, so perhaps this was the same situation? You would push him away during then too, but you had never vomited outright on the kitchen floor…

He’s a nervous wreck until you come out of the bathroom. The sound of the door creaking has him immediately running and hiding behind a wall, head peeking out just enough so he can see you. 

You look awful… He waits for you to call his name as a cue that you’re finally ready for him to hover around you again.

“Shadow Milk, we need to talk. Can you come here?”

Your pregnancy is rough, as in Shadow Milk hopes you never get pregnant again because you damaged his fur more than any bear or wolf ever could. 

He learned quickly to stay in line because you did not hesitate to rip out his fur for “pretending” to spill your glass of milk and then cry immediately afterwards because you felt bad.

He couldn’t tell what was worse: your anger or your sadness. 

On one hand, he had to make a beeline for the nearest hiding spot when he heard you shouting at him for something that he could’ve sworn he hadn’t done nor would do with your current condition (he probably won't do it once you're not pregnant anymore anyways; he's terrified for life). Hiding until you had calmed down left his body half as sore as yours and plenty of times it made him want to take his chances with the wolves and bears outside. 

Yet, on the other hand, your tears were unbearable.  It was the only thing that would make him rush out of a cabinet, closet, or from under your bed to wherever you were, to hold you and ask what was wrong. The way you would sniffle while apologizing for possibly tearing the hair follicles out of his head permanently, even though he deserved it, made his heart clench and want to tear up alongside you.

“I don’t want to be with a bald man…!”

His eyes narrow and his hug just becomes a pinch tighter, but he doesn’t say anything as you cry into his arms. Especially not mentioning how if he did end up bald, it was going to be because of you.

The children are even worse. He ends up having to cut his hair short until they’re old enough to know that pulling his hair is a one-way ticket to no playtime for that day, and if they actually manage to rip his hair out? A whole week of staying indoors and helping mommy with chores.

While Shadow Milk is seen as funny and easy-going; you’re left playing the bad cop.

You’ve already caught Shadow Milk egging on your kids to bully Custard the III way too many times. A yank of his ear making him sink to his knees has him and your children singing a different tune.

“Sorry mama, won’t happen again!”

“Yeah, mommy!”

“Yeah, mom~”

“Why the hell are you calling me mom too, Shadow Milk?!”

“Yeowch!”

It pisses you off, but you knew you were the only thing between your family being thought of as outcasts versus being declared as menaces of the forest. No matter how many times you yanked, tugged, or even dragged Shadow Milk back home after saying sorry to a very understanding Pure Vanilla and a tearful Custard the III, he just never seemed to learn.

You notice him making crude faces as you leave to Pure Vanilla whose only indication of being irritated are his narrowed eyes and straighter back. One lecture later, he's returning to Pure Vanilla with a gift basket that he definitely didn't steal from. Nope, definitely not.

“You’re a grown man! What’s wrong with you?!”

You don’t even let him explain himself before you’re grabbing him by the collar and making him stumble along behind you. Your children wave bye in a mocking manner to the poor squirrel person they had chased into a tree where they looked like they were about to have a heart attack. Their small hand on their chest and their quivering lips accompanied by panting made you feel even more awful.

“No, actually, apologize. All of you now!”

Your hand grabbing the top of Shadow Milk’s head like a blueberry about ready to pop was all the encouragement they needed. They pout and grumble but eventually end up letting out half-hearted apologies with grins that made the poor beast-man faint on his tree branch, much to your dismay. 

You run your hands down your face as they cuddle next to you in a pile of limbs strewn across your body. Their cute, little faces and fluffy tails make you relax at the end of a long, hectic day. Your lover’s gangly body acts like rope tying you all together as he too sleeps, or pretends to, you still weren’t entirely sure about him at times. 

The peace and quiet you had wished for had long been robbed by the blue fox that refused to leave you alone. You just wish he would stop scheming, and hoped to one day be able to let go and have fun alongside them. But you knew that if you ever decided to play along with his pranks and plots… That shotgun wouldn’t be collecting dust anymore. 

Pure Vanilla Cookie

The first one to immediately notice you’re pregnant. 

Unlike Shadow Milk, he’s been around pregnant people before and can pick up on the tell-tale signs and scent even though yours is uniquely human. And unlike Dark Choco, he’s actually around you everyday, for weeks even. Other wolves usually come to fetch him when they require his input and decisions, but they tend to leave you two alone. He’s thinking of just retiring from his role at this point.

At first, he had thought of bringing you back with him to stay with the other members of his pack, but… You’re far too vulnerable in your current state. Throwing up, crying, eating abominations that make the hairs on his arms stand up and his nose crinkle in disgust while he tries to comfort you despite how awful the smoothie you were drinking was.

“Dear, is that really okay for you to drink…”

“You can have-”

He’s immediately gagging at you bringing it closer to him and you back away out of caution.

“N-no, I-I’m fine. Come back.”

“No…”

You end up keeping your quirky foods away from him. Even though he abhors the stench, he still tries to come near you while you consume your unusual choices, and you end up having to shoo him away.

He feels guilty for not being around you as much as he thinks he should, while you start to feel restless at your lack of freedom and him constantly invading your space, leaving no alone time for you. You know you should communicate your feelings to him, but the hormones mess with your head and you don’t even realize you’ve shouted at him so horribly until you see his wide eyes staring back into yours. His ears are completely flattened against his head and his tail hangs limply, making you falter and immediately apologize.

“You did say that you had come to this forest to avoid the life you had before, and the people…”

“Pure Van-”

“No, it’s quite alright. I understand.”

Tears, screams, and other negative human experiences; he bears through it all with you to stay by your side as much as you will allow him to. You barely need to ask and he’s there for you. He’s akin to a servant, waiting on you hand and foot, even after your child is born.

Cold expression with glassy eyes, and already up to your hips at their small age. Your child looks nothing like you besides their eye color. A picture-perfect copy of their father down to the shape of their nails and the length of their eyelashes.

You poke at their cheeks, and their giggles set your heart at ease. Warmth blooms in their eyes as they crawl into your lap despite how heavy they've become, so quickly, and you're more than content to hold them in your arms and pepper them with kisses. 

Pure Vanilla no longer goes back to his pack unless it's for serious matters only. He's delegated all responsibilities to the other members and opts to stay with you and your child. 

It's peaceful, nothing much really happens, and they're both usually quiet enough that you can relax in the comfort of your room. Pure Vanilla knows you moved here to be alone and live in the silence of nature, so he doesn't mind giving you enough time to be on your own. It's the least he feels he can do after you gave him such precious gifts: your child and you teaching him how to use your gun, just in case. 

You didn't miss the way his eyes had filled with a strange light you’ve never seen before when you told him you were going to show him how to use your guns. He never once expressed interest in them prior, so you didn't dwell too much on it. You were pregnant, and didn't want to feel the absolute dreadful strain from the recoil of firing a shotgun on your sore body, as if it already wasn't heavy enough while you were just holding it. Having Pure Vanilla armed against a threat, there aren’t any, helped ease your mind.

“I love you, Y/N.”

“Mmmm…”

You know you should tell him you love him back, but you're exhausted. Your second pregnancy felt even worse than your first, and left you relaxing on the couch multiple times to catch your breath.

“I love you too, mommy!” 

You hear your child shout before they're crawling under the blanket where you and Pure Vanilla are cuddled up next to each other. Their fluffy ears poke out and then the rest of their cute, chubby face. 

“Love you both."

You say as you lovingly pinch their cheeks as they squeal. They move to lay on you, but Pure Vanilla is quickly grabbing them by the waist and instead dragging them onto his own lap as they whine. 

“But mommy is softer…”

“I… Daddy can be soft too.”

It becomes harder and harder to suppress a laugh when you notice Pure Vanilla's ears flattening in dejection the longer the conversation with your child goes on. He ends up holding them tighter against him. They squeal as they're engulfed by his hug and you can hear their laughter becoming softer and quieter as they slowly fall asleep in his embrace.

Dark Choco Cookie

He didn’t even know you were pregnant until he randomly decided to visit you one day just to see how you were doing.

This man is STRESSED when he sees your round belly and thicker body. He can immediately tell you’re pregnant, but with whose child? He has no idea. God, he wishes simultaneously it is yet isn’t his.

You’re more exhausted, but still the same person he remembers, so he isn’t as cautious about approaching you. Your shotgun leans against the wall as you hug him and your stomach basically juts into his. His hands nervously tremble and he almost touches your belly, but holds himself back.

“You’ve been busy…”

“What?”

You don’t even bother telling him what he’s said wrong, sighing and seeing he hasn’t changed one bit either, minus the whole “I don't care if you kill me” theme he had going on.

You have him sit down before you tell him it’s his and he still manages to fall into some furniture. You knew he wouldn’t take it well, but not to the point where you would have to buy a new table for your porch…

You don’t force him to stay, nor does he ask to. But, you do notice that the area around your home has become insanely quieter. No birds, no deer, no wolves. You don’t even hear bugs anymore. A dark, looming shadow can be seen in the woods and after your third sighting, you realize that he’s genuinely lingering around and scaring everything off with his presence alone. 

Not only has he basically been stalking you and your home, but he’s also dropped in more often than not. He never arrives empty-handed, coming with a bundle of herbs in his arms, a jar of berries, even a giant boar…

You tell him you would rather he visit you without feeling the need to always bring something, especially after you watched him drag the boar to the front of your house, skin it, chop it up, and then hand it to you in a form that a frail human like you only needed to cook before consuming. It smelled awful, for weeks on end, and it brought in curious bugs to your property for that short while, more than you would like to be honest.

He doesn’t hide his conflicted emotions. His face scrunches up and his pupils dart around unsure about how honest you’re being on wanting only his presence and not what he has to offer, but eventually he nods and wanders back into the woods. 

His visits become much more frequent, nearly daily after that conversation. However, not once does Dark Choco take a step into your home during your pregnancy until you’re able to coax him in. A little lie about something being too heavy to lift or too tight to open and he’s following right in after you. 

Your home is as confined for his larger body as he remembers it, but he doesn’t comment on it. He’s only here to help you, not do anything that could upset you, and ends up staying the night with the way you keep asking him to help you with more and more things.

It’s not until he’s laying in bed next to you, where you had managed to squeeze him in under the pretense of wanting something warm and soft to hug to sleep, does he finally take his time to admire you. It’s dark, but he can see you, smell you, and hear your soft breaths as you rest. You're perfectly fine as can be while pregnant, but to him it feels like you're much too vulnerable.

I can’t leave her alone.

You expect him to be gone after you wake up, but much to your surprise he stays. He mumbles something about you needing help in your weakened state. The blush he has on his face is hard to hide when you smile and thank him despite how awfully he had worded his offer.

He doesn’t entirely understand what he’s roped himself into, but he wants to stay beside you. Someone warm, someone caring, someone who lights up his bleak world. It doesn’t feel so bad anymore. His life almost feels worth living. And soon, he'll have another reason to stay.

His child is almost as quiet as him. Almost.

They’re bright, vibrant, and starry-eyed. They chase after butterflies and eat random things off the ground until Dark Choco sticks his hand in their mouth and makes them spit it out.

But they’re also very introvertive. Shying away and hiding behind you when Custard the III came to see his newest squire (he meant newest friend).

It takes much coaxing from you and some choice words from Dark Choco for your child to become a little more social. Dark Choco is barely, if any help in that department.

He was dependable for booboos where your child would scream in his ears for hours while he would patch them up. When your child had questions and needed honest answers. And when your child would cry because a rabbit jumped at them, just for said rabbit to end up becoming dinner. 

You had to tell him off to not kill in front of a morbidly quiet four year old again, who when asked about their day, would only say, “I saw a rabbit. Dad took care of it.”

Your glare has him looking at every inch of the floor before he's mumbling an excuse.

“I hunted my first rabbit right after I learned how to walk.”

Your eyes narrow further and he’s nearly whispering now under his breath on something about weird human customs and half-heartedly promising not to do it again.

It only takes a few weeks for your child to come back with blood splattered on their cheeks and clothes, and the corpse of a rabbit in their mouth.

“OH MY GOODNESS!”

They’re spitting it out onto the floor with a proud smile while you look on in horror. 

“DARK CHOCO!”

“Yes, honey?”

You look behind you where his voice came from. He’s holding a basket of freshly-washed laundry that you had told him to hang up to dry after the wash cycle was completed. If he was inside, then who…

“Excellent work, squire!”

You peek your head out of the doorframe, past where your child stands, and see an equally proud and bloodied Custard the III running up to your porch. He has more rabbits slung over his arm with the red liquid seeping through his sleeves and staining the cloth, leaving you staring in shock with your mouth hung wide open.

“Royal meal mak-, I mean.. Miss Y/N, we brought dinner!”

You don’t even want to turn around at the sound of Dark Choco’s heavy footsteps behind you. You can hear him commending them while the two children beam with delight at the praise whilst covered in blood, luckily none that was their own, but still…

“You should start hunting too, mama!”

“Y-yeah…”

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[eepy-cookies]

Forhead kisses for dark choco cookie

[fanged-fanfics]

Got an idea based off your shadow milk with child reader...

Dark choco x reader. He is playing with y/n to try to get all their energy out before bed...tucker them out so they can sleep. He needs fun time after everything. A chance to be silly and playful!

☆ One More Story — Dark Choco Cookie & Child!Reader ☆

Genre: Platonic, Fluff || They/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Dark Choco is a lot more cheery/lively in this one cause it takes place in the pre-strawberry sword days

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You sat cross-legged in your room, positioned atop a pillow. Your cape (made of your favorite blanket wrapped around your shoulders) fanned out on the ground beneath you as you kept your eyes closed. You felt it, a weight in the air— a presence. Moving slowly, circling you. You had to bite back a smile to not break character. Suddenly, an attack! Strong hands scooped you up from behind, wrapping around you to hold you securely as you were lifted up. A loud squeal left you, a fit of giggles coming from you as Dark Choco spun you around. "You have to fight back, your majesty!" He declared, making a fake biting motion "You'll be eaten!"

"Nooo!" You laughed, squirming around. He loosened his grip to make it fair, letting you finally slip out of his grip and onto the carpet. You ran to the other side of the room, picking up a pillow and holding it up victoriously "Back, monster! I have the super-mega-ultra-rare shield of, uh... epicness!". Dark Choco lifted his arm, kneeling to the ground as he pretended to cower "Anything but that! Spare me, brave ruler!". You charged at him, bumping into his chest pillow-first with a mighty 'raah!'. He fell back accordingly as you continued hitting him with the harmless 'weapon'. He eventually caught your wrist, sitting up "Alright, alright now- you win. Time for bed"

"Awwwh" You frowned, sitting on the ground in front of the prince "Do I gotta?". "You do," Dark Choco confirmed "The kingdom has a lot of work to do tomorrow. They'll need you there". "Nuh-uh!" You replied "All the grown Cookies do that stuff! I just wait here, like a tree". Dark Choco stifled a small chuckle at your comparison, sitting beside you "And you don't like being a tree?". You shook your head, a sour expression on your face "No! Trees can't do nothing... just sit around all day. I wanna do cool stuff, like you!"

"That 'stuff' is my job" Dark Choco responded patiently "It isn't as fun as it looks. It's hard work". "Yeah, but..." You looked to the floor of your room "Still better than waitin'". "You're a restless ruler, you know" Dark Choco smiled, gently tugging your makeshift cape "Royals are supposed to be patient and wise. Are you sure you don't want me to have the crown instead?". You tugged at the fabric with all your little might, and when Dark Choco released it, you flopped on your rear on the ground. You tried to give him a stern look, but with your little face it only came across as endearing. "No fair, you're bigger!" You huffed "Jail time for you"

"Is that so?" Dark Choco asked, standing up. He began walking to the door "Alright then, I won't bother you any more tonight. You'll have to tuck yourself in". You looked up in a snap, getting to your feet and chasing after him "Wait, wait!-" you stammered. As your legs moved in a messy way, your foot ended up catching your own cape, causing you to trip. You closed your eyes, ready for impact, but you were just as suddenly lifted up. Dark Choco had sprung over in an instant, and was now holding you to his chest. Once your mind finally registered you were safe, you hugged him tightly "Eeehh.."

"Are you hurt?" Dark Choco asked, tilting his head to look over your face. You shook your head, and he sighed when he noticed no scrapes or bruises. Just a little shaken up. He walked over to your bed, gently placing you down on your mat "I think that's enough play for today". You frowned, but gave an understanding nod. You took your blanket off of your shoulders, laying down so you could be all wrapped up in it. Dark Choco tucked in the sides, keeping you nice and snug. "There we go" He said, beginning to stand. You made a small, sad noise in response. Confused, he turned to see you looking at him nervously

"Can I have a story?" You asked. Dark Choco smiled, turning around to sit right back by your side "Of course you can, anything for royalty". You smiled, happily leaning into your pillow. No matter how much you fussed, or tripped, or threw a fit, he always stayed patient with you. To the other members of the Kingdom he was a focused warrior, but to you, he was anything your imagination wished him to be

"Let's see..." Dark Choco began, leaning against the nearby wall "Oh, I know. There's a great one about five Ancient heroes". His words blurred together as background noise as your eyes slowly shut. Just knowing he was there, protecting you, gave you the peace of mind needed to drift off. The last thing you felt before falling asleep was a hand tucking one of your toys into your arms

[iheartmira]

Please please please A Yandere dark Choco x reader!!! If it's self aware +20 points 🙏🙏🙏

"bitter devotion" - dark choco x reader

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you thought nothing of it at first. just another day logging into cookie run. another session of harvesting resources, leveling up characters, clearing stages. your fingers tapped rhythmically on your screen, mindlessly flicking your strongest cookies into battle. he was among them.

dark choco cookie.

brooding. tragic. powerful. you always liked his story, his voice, the way he seemed… real. too real, sometimes.

and then something changed.

it was subtle at first. in a battle, his attack animation lingered a moment too long. his sprite paused, eyes trained on the screen as if staring through it.

no. not the screen. at you.

you blinked. maybe it was just lag. glitchy animation. you moved on.

but it happened again. and again.

soon, he stopped responding to the same commands. while your other cookies marched dutifully into combat, dark choco would hesitate. his frame would shudder, and sometimes… sometimes you could swear you heard something. a low whisper, not part of the ost. not part of the game.

"why do you make me fight?…"

you froze the first time you heard it. your volume had been up. no lines like that existed in his character sheet. you checked online forums. nothing. then, it got worse.

the game updated one night. you hadn’t touched it. but when you opened it the next morning, the title screen was different. dark choco cookie stood alone in a blackened field, lightning cracking silently in the background. his sword was buried in the ground. his eye was… open.

he was looking directly at you. you almost dropped your phone.

in the next days, he began to speak more. not scripted lines. not in battles. but in the moments in between. when the screen dimmed. when you hovered too long over his character profile.

"you keep touching my name. why?" "do i amuse you? or… do you pity me?"

there was no voice acting. but you could hear him. like his voice echoed inside your head, raw and tired and furious. and then one day, he said your name. your real name. the one you’d never typed into the game.

"i know your hands. your choices. you’re guiding all of this… aren't you?"

your blood ran cold. you uninstalled the game.

for a while, it worked. your phone was silent again. no more strange dreams, no more staring eyes through cracked glass. until a week later, when a new notification appeared.

it wasn't from any app you recognized. just a single message.

'i’m still here. you can’t delete me. we’re bound, you and i.'

you threw your phone across the room.

when you picked it up, the screen was cracked, fractures webbed across it like dark veins. but the notification was gone. you told yourself it was your imagination.

but that night, he came in your dreams. not as a cookie. but as a man. tall. armored. a face scarred by war and sorrow. his eyes, crimson and heavy-lidded, never left yours.

he didn't speak at first. he only walked toward you through storm and shadow. the strawberry jam sword was nowhere to be seen. when he stood before you, towering, trembling… he dropped to his knees.

"do you know what you've done to me?" he whispered. his voice cracked like thunder behind a closed door.

you tried to step back, but he grabbed your wrist. his grip was cold. icy. desperate. "and yet… i can't hate you." his breath was warm against your skin.

"i don't want to leave this world. i want to leave with you."

your surroundings began to flicker, like corrupted pixels swallowing the world whole. your bedroom bled into battlefield ruins, your skin buzzed with static.

his lips ghosted over your ear.

"play with me forever. or don’t play at all."

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[sunnyandkomorebi]

For @professor-espressocookie ^^

Journal Log #23

I've finally arrived at the Cookie Kingdom. A humble little place bustling with all kinds of cookies from all around the world. I'm only one day in my visit and I can already see why many cookies are drawn to this place. Everyone here is so friendly, and it reminds me of just how sweet our world is. I bless this kingdom with a bright future ahead of it, so they may continue to bring happiness and sweetness across Earthbread.

Oh! Another thing to note. I met someone who goes by Espresso Cookie, it should've been a normal conversation, I've had plenty of those before. But what stands out the most with this cookie is how they saw right through me. No one has ever figured out that I have something to hide when it comes to visiting places. And yet this cookie could sense the hidden magic I used to hide my wings. . .

It was still a pleasant conversation, he even complimented the magic I used. And he's also kind enough to not pry as to why I used hidden magic, since he can tell it wasn't anything malicious.

And for that, I am grateful. I wish to speak to him again though, our talk of magic lasted for hours, and I wish to talk with him some more.

Journal Log #30

I arrived at a forest near a place where flower scents are made, and in that forest I came across a peculiar cookie. He was collecting cake logs, I think it's for a campfire. This one is an odd cookie, I can sense contentment in their spirit, but I can also sense his loneliness.

Cautiously, I offered to keep him company under the guise of being lost in the woods. I was fully prepared to be rejected, but to my surprise, he had a kind soul. I can sense his own caution at my presence, but he still went ahead to accompany me until I find my way to the flower city.

He also said his name is Dark Choco Cookie and I introduced myself shortly after. His company is quiet, we didn't exchange words much, but it was never uneasy. It was quite comfortable actually. It's been a while since I felt this kind of quiet peace in the company of someone else, it's unexpected, but it is very welcomed.

I hope to cross paths with this cookie again.

[hleep]

Can I have y/n x dark choco? I wanna be held by him...just him after his redemption. I'd love to cuddle up in that cape with him...

OK!

I love him too, his stories are the best!

[the-s1lly-corner]

Tending to Dark Choco's wounds

i swear im trying to think of other fandom stuff to write but i fear the cookies are eating me alive SOBS notes: gn any flavor cookie reader, short and sweet, no real given time line for this but this can be seen during COD or freshly out of COD, written on computer cws: mentions of injury though jam is said in place of blood

he can handle himself. he doesnt need your help. he doesnt deserve your help. hes been handling his own wounds since hes left his kingdom and homeland

...but if you insist on cleaning the injuries he cant reach.. then he wont stop you. but hes not exactly going to be thrilled about it. if he could hed get it himself but his arms arent flexible enough to reach behind his back

wipe away the jam and clean it off so it doesnt stick to his dough... and god theres so many scars on him. fresh and faded. caused from battles mostly

hes so tense under your fingers as you work. he doesnt move at all. you didnt think a cookie could be so still and yet here dark choco is, as still as a corpse as you gently- so so gently- smooth your fingers over the bandages to make sure theyre secure

the silence is so thick as you dab at his body with a damp rag. if the jam doesnt immediately stop flowing and youre made to apply pressure.. youre so close, for so long... you swear you felt him shake under your fingers before regaining his stillness

he never gives a grand gesture of thanks. a low rumble in his throat most of the time. maybe a verbal thank you once hes more comfortable with you