"busy?"

pov you catched them off guard or smth

no luocha cuz that bitch doesnt blush (and he refused to come home)

Average highschool experience

redrew that one official art of Uzui because DIVA 💜 Tengen Uzui you will always be famous

NEW KANADE CARD REDRAW <3

Sanegiyu my beloveds

yea i take both of them equally seriously

Purecacao, hell yeah.

👽

:3

i know youre working hard on finishing requests and we are all so thankful for your work

Bc all ur fics are absolute bangers <333

Still tho- i got a little prompt/request of a hc of mine if ur up for it.

Since vanilla extract contains alcohol, what if- Pure Vanilla’s kisses make one tipsy? (And by one I mean Dark Cacao obv)

Maybe the ficlet could be a lil suggestive if you feel comfortable enough with that. Its not a must tho!! ❤️

DRUNK ON LOVE

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Pure Vanilla Cookie, in an affectionate mood, visited his darling husband (who was busy overworking) to show him some love. The healer knew very well how much a small distraction could help with a large workload..

..He hadn’t meant to be this much of a distraction, though.

TWs: Alcohol, suggestive themes

A/N: thank you so much fhwebkrfw <333

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Pure Vanilla walked through the halls of Citadel, his light clothing standing out against the dark patterns of the Dark Cacao Kingdom. None of the maids or warriors looked at him weirdly; the monarch’s presence was as regular as that of his Majesty himself.

This time, he had a specific mission. He would visit his husband, king Dark Cacao Cookie, and (kindly) force him to take a break, however small it might be. Perhaps he could be convinced to take a walk.. it was a beautiful day - by Cacaoian standards, at least.

Finally arriving by the large door that led to Dark Cacao’s study, Pure Vanilla knocked. After a second or two, a quiet ‘Enter’ was heard. When Pure Vanilla walked into the dimly lit room, his suspicions were confirmed.

Dark Cacao Cookie sat behind his desk, hunched over a scroll. Many more of the same sort were scattered over the desk and the floor, the king’s usual precision nowhere to be found.

A sharp hiss was heard from Dark Cacao at the bright daylight that fell into his room. “Close that.”

Pure Vanilla did as he was asked (commanded). The monarch swiftly made his way over to Dark Cacao, carefully stepping over the scrolls to make sure he didn’t crush any.

“Cacao,” Pure Vanilla murmured.

He received no answer. The healer put his head on Dark Cacao’s shoulder to watch if he had even noticed.

A slight mistake near the bottom; one of the characters had a line that was just a little too long, perhaps caused by a small distraction. Pure Vanilla was just being ignored, then.

“Dark Cacao Cookie,” Pure Vanilla said again, his voice more serious this time.

Ah, his full name got a reaction out of the stoic king. Dark Cacao looked up, a little hazy, staring at Pure Vanilla’s face just inches from his.

“What is it you need..? I’m busy.”

“Too busy, one might dare say,” Pure Vanilla hummed. “The Citadel is concerned.”

“Well, you will have to reassure them,” Dark Cacao said, returning to his work.

Pure Vanilla clacked his tongue, eyebrows furrowing slightly. That just wouldn’t do.

He leaned over slightly, pressing a small kiss to Dark Cacao’s lips.

That truly got his attention. He looked up, a little wary, but his eyes had the shine of a toddler tasting their first candy.. Wait, he wasn’t supposed to feel like a toddler tasting their fi-

Before Pure Vanilla could finish that thought, gloved hands had cupped his cheeks and Dark Cacao’s lips were back on him. Dark Cacao pushed the tip of his tongue into Pure Vanilla’s mouth, desperately chasing after the sweet flavour he tasted.

Pure Vanilla, pleased his distraction had worked, let him do as he pleased.. It wasn't until Dark Cacao pulled back that the healer noticed the strange glaze over his eyes.

“Cacao?” Pure Vanilla frowned. “Are you alright..?”

“Yes..” Dark Cacao’s voice had a slight slur to it. “Let me.. I need to..”

“Look at me.” Pure Vanilla pulled back slightly, and Dark Cacao let out a pitiful groan. That.. wasn’t like him at all.

Pure Vanilla cupped Dark Cacao’s face with his hands, staring into those unfocused, amethyst eyes. Normally, Dark Cacao would’ve batted his hands away, and it was a little worrying that he hadn’t done that just now.

Oh. Oh.

Pure Vanilla could hit himself.

Of course… when Strawberry Crêpe Cookie had done a scan on his dough recently, and had found an alcohol percentage of 35%. Dark Cacao hadn’t had any issues with it in the past, but if he was in a weak state…

“‘Nilla..” Dark Cacao slurred. “Come- come on, don’t be like that.. let-le’me have–”

Pure Vanilla opened his mouth to reply, but all Dark Cacao saw was an opportunity. He leaned forward and messily kissed Pure Vanilla’s cheeks, and then his forehead, and then his lips. This much affection from the king was unheard of, and Pure Vanilla felt himself growing red.

“Cacao,” Pure Vanilla murmured softly. “You are not in the right mind. Stop it.”

Dark Cacao might have been as desperate as a starving hound, but he knew how to recognise boundaries. He let his head fall against Pure Vanilla’s shoulder with a small grunt, his abdomen unnecessarily needy.

“At least..” Pure Vanilla said with a small smile. “That is not to say I won’t reconsider when you’re sober.”