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I'm usually heavy on BitterSpice/BurningCacao propaganda but seeing that someone else submitted them, I am going a step lower into the shipping abysm. Here comes this Absolute rare-borderline-crack-pair:
Dark Cacao Cookie x Custard Cookie
(((It's not Custard The III is the racist old white guy. Just to clarify)))
Here are my points as to ship them:
Enemies To Lovers, or even Enemy Lovers if You like drama and tension.
Custard being a racist cookie and Dark Cacao being about honor is a fuel to ignite very dramatic takes on them
Let's be real Custard would only get THAT close to Dark Cacao because he wants a powerful ally and the chance to get a whole Soul Jam for himself.
None of them wants to be 'below the other', so Top x Top
Think about the dramatic undertones if Dark Cacao catches feelings first and then we have a one-sided crush and one-sided pining
Ok, let's stop thinking about drama, let's go to some angst. They both have nightmares and unnatended PTSD/Trauma about the Dark Flour War so they can bond over it.
Speaking about their families is complicated
Lack of proper communication
Custard is thinking about his very long years and wants to spend more time with Cacao, even if it means stealing his Soul Jam to be young and strong again.
Now finally the fluffy side. Both of them spend the night awake together either working or relaxing.
If one has nightmares, the other comforts them
They became very open about their feelings after a long, long time
Very affective in closed doors
Custard tones down his bad behavior and Dark Cacao is less lonely now.
No marriage, just two old grumpy mans acting like boyfriends.
Zoned out and came back to find this on my scratch paper at work. They’re not enjoying themselves. Big Coat Yaoi real
Bonding over shared trauma <3 plus imagine. One of them has a nightmare and sits up, only to see the other beside him and relax (and there was only one bed). Mmmmmnyes this is a good plan.
Imaginary fic excerpt from my brain:
The stars were bright as he looked up at them, coiffed hair shifting slightly in the nighttime breeze. From behind him came the sound of Dark Cacao’s steady snore.
Their anniversary was tomorrow. A year since they had more-or-less become... "boyfriends". The ring he had been gifted glinted in the moonlight, and Custard tried not to think about it. It didn’t work very well.
The past year had left marks on the man; smile lines around his eyes, wrinkles in his hands where they had held Dark Cacao’s… who hadn’t changed.
Immortality for those you love is fantastic until you realize that they’ll outlive you.
Custard lets out a heavy sigh, absentmindedly twisting the ring as he shifts his weight from foot to foot. It would be easy, laughably so, to steal the other’s soul jam. Dark Cacao trusted the politician with his life - for better or worse.
He could be young again. At the price of the man behind him.
Just a note, and he could be gone.
Custard does not steal the soul jam that night. He heads back to bed, pretending that he will live forever.
......i have the right to remain silent. i'm so cooked chat. i'm too easily swayed.
