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『here we go guys! SNOWY DRIVE is here! Just some brief context, if anyone is familiar with Twisted Wonderland, this series is loosely based off of the overblots. This will be one of my largest projects yet! Let me know if you want to see more of these, and let’s give a round of applause to @m00re-devi1s for the idea! 👏👏👏』

𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄

affogato cookie x gn!reader

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄 • • • ❥❥❥

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎 • • •

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 • • •

tw // narcissitic parenting, domestic abuse, emotional incest, implied absentee parents, abortion, implied mature themes cw // affogato, latte, and espresso are siblings in this series. This stems from my own headcanons that I posted sometime ago.

TAKE CAUTION UNDER THE CUT

It was still snowing— heavily. However that didn’t stop Affogato and the gang, no no no.

Affogato knew how to get around in bastardly cold weather, whether rain, hail, sleet or snow. He had modified his car just enough for it to be able to withstand the wintery pressure. Yet he felt unsure… driving alongside his partner, brother and sister, and a few friends from the Tower of Sweet Chaos he worked alongside. You had been pressing him for a vacation, to get away from it all and to go have some relaxing fun somewhere. Of course, eventually he caved to your cries after you managed to rack up a following. He had this cabin in the north that used to belong to his mother, a snowy Christmas cabin where Affogato, Latte, and Espresso grew up. It was on the outskirts of the wintery coffee village, some ways away from the Licorice Sea. Chillhop music emanated from his radio, as Licorice had fallen asleep some time after they took off. Red Velvet sat next to the sleeping necromancer, looking out the window as they drove out at the wintery roads and trees. You sat next to Espresso and Latte, who were both reading books that they had brought with them, clearing their throats every so often with the turn of either every off white or pristine page. You have fallen asleep on Espresso’s shoulder before long, it was just too warm and cozy not to, and hell Espresso always smelled so good— of coffee and old books, and he always wore this clean smelling cologne that had hints of vanilla in it that made you drool at times.

It was definitely one hell of a drive, it took you lot four hours to get from point A to your destination. When you all did arrive however, it was truly a sight to behold. Sure it looked a little run down due to no one living in it for so long, but before your take off, you and Affogato had temporary services started, and you both cleaned the shit out of that house. “Damn, you plowed the crap out of the driveways.” Licorice muttered. “I know, I told him not to but of course, he didn’t listen.” Affogato laughed at you, walking up on the wooden front porch that was semi laden with ice. “You forgot to put salt on the porch, silly. Come on, it’s cold.” Affogato unlocked the front door to unleash a torrent of warmth, which greeted the lot of you with open arms, it was like a big hug from your mother. Red Velvet ran in the cabin with quite the frenzy, “Bathroom.” Espresso pointed over to his left, “turn right it’ll be the first door you come across.” The crimson general nodded and ran off. “Well, get settled. Espresso and Latte, show y/n, Licorice, and Red Velvet around the cabin.” They both nodded at their older brother’s orders, and waited for Red Velvet to finish up. The gang was led around by the younger siblings as Affogato and you straightened out the small dining area that the cabin had. It was very rustic— like the house had been established a long time ago. The table and chairs matched, slightly worn due to use, and the cushions on the seat were impressioned permanently. You looked over to Affogato, who had walked through to the kitchen to set up plates, glass and tableware. While he was doing that, you got the crockpot together along with the things needed for your dinner.

Affogato set down a group of spoons on a folded set of paper towels and then looked over at the table in the dining area. He started getting this familiar feeling in his stomach, however it shocked him at first, considering he hasn’t felt it in a while. He started to have a vision… a vision of something he never wished he’d see again.

Affogato, Latte, and Espresso were all sitting at the kitchen table, looking up to their mother. She blinked at the three of them before clearing her throat, a deep, yet clear and stern voice emanating from her throat as she spoke. “Okay. I am your mother, and since I am your mother, I am automatically equipped with an internal polygraph test inside of me. So I will ask the three of you a question, and I shall determine whether or not I believe there’s deception. Let’s start with my baby, Espresso. Espresso, what have you done today?” The young espresso fixed his bulky glasses and smiled, “I dusted the furniture down and helped Latte with the laundry! I also studied for my upcoming exams.” The tall woman nodded, fixing her platinum blonde hair, the darker brown streaks at the top falling beautifully down her head. “No deception detected, Latte?”

Latte put her hands on the table and looked at her mother for a second before speaking, “I did the laundry, folded it and put it away, prepped the table for dinner, cleaned the bathroom, all of our rooms, and the living room.” Their mother looked somewhat impressed, cracking a smile at Latte before nodding. “We don’t usually get this far,” she muttered happily to herself, “No deception detected.” “Why would I lie to you, mama?” Latte asked with an innocent smile, which made Espresso huff in annoyance. “Moving on lastly to the eldest, Affogato?” He smirked, before raising a hand to quickly move his matching platinum and chocolate brown bangs away from his face before speaking.

“I did the dishes, straightened the couch, took the dogs out, made dinner, cut the grass, front and back, plus the neighbor’s grass, paid the electric and phone bills, prepped our lunches for tomorrow morning, made sure our outfits for school were pressed and assessed, did my homework, helped Espresso with his, and… I believe that’s it.”

His mother took a second to analyze all that Affogato had told her before crossing her arms, which made the young boy confused. “…I believe there’s more.” She countered. “Deception. Affogato, what all have you done?” He swallowed before clearing his throat, remembering to keep calm, “took the trash out, brought the recycle back, refilled the food and water bowls for the dogs, and I brought back all of your mail and organized it in the drawer.” “Affogato, deception. I know there’s something you’re not telling me.” Latte and Espresso looked to their older brother in confusion and in shock. He did mostly everything that day in the house, what could he not have done? Everything else that could have been done was already done by someone else, plus he did the bulk of it all. But there was something that he had been hiding from her… something he knew she wouldn’t like. “I… I found a girl, mama. I started talking to a girl.”

She widened her eyes in half laden shock, before rolling her eyes and putting a few fingers to her temples. “Affogato?” He sighed, his attention switching over to Latte, who was elbowing his side and mouthing out the words, ‘just come out with it.’ He looked back up to his already disappointed mother, and put his hands on the table. “And I… invited her to the house.” This made her SNAP, and SLAM down on the dining room table which made Latte and Espresso jump in their seats. “Y’all didn’t do anything now did you?!” “No, mama!” She looked over to her younger children, who looked back to her in fear. “He didn’t! I swear mama, he didn’t!” Latte shook, sending a rivlet of relief through Affogato’s body. A minute passed, one that seemed like an hour, when finally their mother straightened up, cleared her throat once more, and looked Affogato straight in the eye. “…we shall talk about this at a later date, capeesh?” He nodded quickly, so as to not disturb her again. “Yes mama.”

The sun set that night, and after Espresso and Latte were tucked in neatly in their cozy beds, Affogato on the other hand would go into another unraveling nightmare that would be the pointless scolding of his mother. Something so little, so minor, could be taken as a travesty, and as she yelled at her confused, lonely son in an attempt to straighten him over to something as minuscule as talking to and hanging out with a girl, one from his class even, he stared blankly into space.

“What did I tell you, boy?! You are not to socialize with females, do you want a child!?”

“No, mama!”

“Affogato..?”

“Then you should know that you could disgrace our family by doing that! One mustn’t go where one shouldn’t tread, do you understand that?”

“Yes, mama!”

“Affogato?”

“Be responsible and be a role model to your brother and sister, they don’t need you running the streets hot like an escort. You’re better than that, yet you do these things all the time, why can’t you be like your siblings?! They’re so obedient! Yet you have the audacity to lash out at my authority to do things such as this on a repetitive basis. First it was the fighting, the suspensions from school, the ridicule towards our family name and now you’re out here fucking GALAVANTING? You know I raised you better than this, so ACT. LIKE IT!”

“Affogato!”

Suddenly, the young man before you caught his breath, as though he was winded from running a marathon. He caught the silverware in his hand before it could slip from his thin fingers, and he looked at you in relief. “Oh… hey, y/n.” He stammered, clearing his throat out from his stupor, “I’m sorry about that, I wasn’t ignoring you, I was just… deep in thought is all.” You cracked a smile and pat his cheek lightly in reassurance, causing him to gawk at you slightly. You were so quick to forgive, and he loved that about you. “I was gonna ask you if you wanted me to prepare any of the drinks for dinner.” He looked at the glasses stacked up in your hands, and swept his hair from his eyes in a rushed manner, clearing off some of the accumulated sweat from his forehead. “No, no… no you don’t have to… I’ll do it.” You nodded after a few seconds before putting a hand to his back, looking at him in his off white feline eyes you could tell something was off. Something wasn’t right. His forehead was moist and his face flush. Concern laid on your brow for just the slightest moment as you looked at your boyfriend. “Are you okay?--“ “Yes. I’m fine.” You let go of his back and looked at him for another second before taking the glasses back from off the counter and walking off to set them on the coasters on the table. He watched you awkwardly before going back to what he was doing, following you in with the rest of the supplies for the table.

Dinner was done, and everyone was called down to the dining room to eat. At first, Licorice was hesitant to eat because he hasn’t had Affogato’s cooking before. He sat at the table and looked at Red Velvet, who sat next to him, as well as everyone else currently seated. “Listen, I… I’ve never had his cooking before so can one of y’all try it first?” Latte prepared the bowls and sat them down on each saucer that everyone had in front of them, and with a smile, she set down Licorice’s bowl, making him grimace. “Are you implying that my brother may have done something to the soup?” He looked at the blonde cookie and nodded. Red Velvet suddenly started to chuckle under his breath. “Come on now, quit being a baby and try his food.” “Nah,” “Licorice I swear to god don’t embarrass me.” “I’ll let you know that Affogato had made us dinner in our youth growing up plenty of times,” Espresso interrupted, “and even afterward. And I can assure you, his food is edible.” You and Affogato found your seats at the table, and looked to Licorice, the whole dining room now coated in an awkward silence. Everyone’s eyes pointed to the necromancer, driving him to taste the food hesitantly, which then afterward, everyone else started eating. “Mm..” Red Velvet hummed as he swallowed. “I remember Affogato used to make jambalaya all the time in the winter. He always had a penchant for home cooking.” Latte commented, causing Affogato to smile, sipping his drink. “Is that what this is?” Licorice asked, with a confirming nod from Affogato.

They then finished eating, with Latte and Espresso opting to do the dishes and clean up. Everyone else, having full stomachs, either hung out in the family room or went to their quarters to rest for the night. Affogato however had different plans. While you slept, late in the night with everyone else gone to bed, he walked around the cabin aimlessly. He looked tired, but he just couldn’t find it in him to go to sleep. He itched at his skin and turned a corner back into the family room for what seemed like the fourth time. Walking out into the middle of the room he looked up at a picture that hung from the wall right next to the television. Even in the dark he could still tell who was in the golden frame— his grandmother. He walked up to the picture on the wall and aligned it so that it was straight, leaving his left hand on the bottom corner. His hand started to shake slightly, looking back over his shoulder to the couch behind him.

“So… your older brother has had the jarring possibility of conjuring up a child.” His mother walked around the living room, straightening her robes. Latte and Espresso sat on the couch in front of their mother as she paced, shocked yet somewhat not as surprised as you think they would be. “He did what now?” Latte asked, leaning forward slightly in place. Espresso hung his head, dark brown bangs falling over onto his face. “What happened?” Latte asked again. “You know I handled him already. Why can’t your older brother just… why can’t he just listen to me?” “Mama… I feel like he’s lonely. You never let us around Affogato to begin with, let alone speak to him.” Espresso countered, causing his mother to stare back at him, almost ominously. She grabbed a chair from over on the side of the room and sat in front of her two younger children, crossing her legs. Looking at both of them, she smirked, and adjusted her bangs. “Oh I know. As a matter of fact I am very well aware of the fact that you both go behind me and interact with him anyway despite me wanting to protect you both from corruption…” Espresso and Latte both looked at each other, then back at their mother who’s smirk only got taller. “I’m starting to suspect that you all knew about Affogato’s slip up before I did.”

Meanwhile, Affogato sat with his back against his bedroom door, his knees tucked under his chin. He was listening to the conversation that his mother was having with his brother and sister. He felt betrayal coarse through his body when he heard Espresso tell their mother that Latte knew about it, but he didn’t, leading her to ask him how he knew that she knew. After a moment of silence, Affogato quickly moved over from his door to his bed, looking out of his window into the backyard. He was grounded, arrested away from the outside world until further notice. But he thought he could get away… just this once. He unlocked his window, slender fingers turning the knobs, allowing the window to be lifted open. Oh, but there was a screen on the window! He would have to climb out of the top. Suddenly, footsteps could be heard coming towards his room. Quickly, he closed and locked his window back, just in time for his mother to walk in, seeing her eldest look back at her with a hand still on one of the notches. She raised her brow and looked at him with a smile, taking an extension cord out of the pocket of her robe.

“Mama… I-“ “Shut up.” He slowly lowered his hand and moved closer off of the bed, eyeing his opened front door, opened just enough for him to probably underhand his mother and run. However, she shut the door and walked towards her son, taking the extension cord and placing it around his neck, like a scarf. “You have two options,” his mother started darkly, “you can either A, come with me to the clinic tomorrow morning where you will be tested for any venereal diseases from whatever slut you fucked, and then we can take a visit to a urologist and set you up to be clipped… and the baby eighty sixed when the time comes…” taking the extension cord, she took that and wrapped around her own neck before twisting her son around so that he was bent over on the bed. “Or… you can take this ass beating, which regardless of which option you pick, you will be getting one anyway, and then we can take you to court to start the child support process. Now at the age of sixteen, I really don’t think you would want to be a teenage father, unable to support and or even possibly care for that spawn you conjured, since you can’t seem to pull out.”

Espresso and Latte walked outside of the cabin. They couldn’t bear to hear their eldest brother muffle his own screams of pain. They sat on the porch for a good twenty minutes or so, before going back inside to see that their mother had gone to bed. Quickly scurrying like kittens to their eldest brother’s room, and they could feel a lingering darkness still in the air. Latte softly knocked on the door. “GO AWAY!” She heard Affogato yell out. On the other side of the door, there sat a beaten Affogato with red marks on his back, his shirt torn off of him as it sat ripped on the floor. He cried into his pillow from the pain. From the other side of the door, Affogato opened his bloodshot eyes to hear Latte mutter out, “we love you,” before walking off.

He got a mandatory vasectomy the following week. He remembered having to sit at the dining table, at the sofa, his bed, anywhere really in discomfort and pain for what he felt like was the longest time. Shame coated his brain and his thoughts… at the very thought of him never being able to produce a child… even if he genuinely wanted one.

Standing motionless, Affogato then felt a bubbling in his stomach. He rushed over to the kitchen to get a glass of water, chugging it down before feeling the urge to choke. He rushed to the bathroom where he got sick. Waking you up, you walked to the bathroom to find Affogato heaving in the toilet. Sitting beside him, you held his hair, and at the end, he hugged you, trying so very hard to hold tears back. He had told you that it was probably the jambalaya that made his stomach upset, abnormally upset… like he contracted some kind of stomach bug. You nodded… still unsure of whether or not to believe him. After a second to collect himself, he brushed his teeth with another glass of water, and finally went to bed.

Birds chirped bright and early the next morning as coffee was being brewed for the gang. Affogato entered the kitchen and gave his sister a hug, something she hasn’t had in a long time. She hugged him back with a sleepy chuckle, handing him his coffee. “I didn’t know whether or not you put sugar or milk in your coffee.” He smiled, setting his coffee back down on the counter and opened the fridge, taking out a bottle of coffee creamer. “Cream.” “In other words, liquid calories-“ “in other words Espresso, mind your business.” With a laugh from the younger man, he sipped his black, strong as hell coffee with a cocky look in his brown eyes. “By the way,” Espresso continued, taking some waffles out of the freezer, “wait a second I was gonna make pancakes-“ “No. Waffles.” Espresso countered Latte as she interrupted him mid sentence. “Anywho,” he spoke as Latte went to gather the stuff she needed to make breakfast anyway, “You threw up last night, something wrong?” So he heard him. Shit. Affogato took another drink of his coffee, now laden with AlmondJoy flavored coffee creamer, he shook his head. “You sure?” “What’s going on?” Latte asked, turning her head from the kitchen stove to look at her older brother in question. “He wasn’t feeling too good last night.” You walked in the kitchen and kissed Affogato on the cheek. “Now come on, we have to prepare breakfast and discuss our plans for the day.” Affogato put his hands together, as they were abnormally cold. He followed you back into the living room where he would sit his coffee down on the small table beside the couch and resume his morning routine.

Once again in the dining room, everyone was eating chocolate chip pancakes with either coffee or tea. “Our plans. What are they?” Licorice asked, taking a sip of his tea. “The runes of the Coffee Tribe are just a little ways away. We can walk around there and do some sightseeing. There’s also a small town up the street some miles, we can do some strip shopping.” Latte suggested happily. “Sounds good to me.” Red Velvet said, swallowing down his pancakes. “Man chill red velvet for real, scarfing down pancakes like it’s an Arby’s sandwich-“ “you’re not that much better princess.” Red Velvet countered, “that’s why don’t ever go out on dates, ‘cuz no one would wanna take your triflin’ ass out anywhere.”

No one would wanna take your triflin’ ass out anywhere.

“WHERE ARE YOU GOING TO GO, AFFOGATO?! YOU HAVE NOT A POT TO PISS IN!”

“Affogato, please wait! She’s sorry-“

“LATTE!”

“Ah… dude?” Licorice snapped his finger in front of Affogato, who had appeared to have lost his train of thought and began to stare off into space again. “Oh! I’m sorry,” he muttered, cracking a smile. “Tired.”

Getting ready, packing the car up, they all make their way to this shopping center that Latte brought up. Espresso was sitting in the front passenger seat this time as he looked over at Affogato, who was driving once again but with a different look in his eye. He almost looked as though he was lost in his head behind the wheel, all the while having a dead look in his eye– no glimmer, no shine, just dead focus on the road and shallow rooted breathing. Espresso took out his phone and pulled up to text Latte, who was sitting in the back. A text tone could be heard in the midst of the soft music coming from the car radio. She looked at it.

Espresso – Today 10:49

『Hey, have you noticed that Affo has been acting out recently?』

Putting her phone on silent so that no one would get nosey, her rounded nails tapped softly on her phone screen as she responded to Espresso’s text after a second of thought. To be true, both of Affogato’s siblings have noticed that he has been behaving a little off ever since they arrived. However, as she slightly hesitated to press the blue arrow at the end of the message bar, she took a breath, nodded to herself, then sent her text. His phone vibrated–

latte bby – Today 10:51

『Yes… as a matter of fact, he's been acting weird even before we came here. He called me before he left his home supposedly to talk to me. He was nervous about going back to the cabin. He may be having flashbacks of our childhood. I would keep an eye on him, considering he has been feeling spacey for a bit, and him getting sick in the young hours of the morning out of nowhere… a tell tale sign. He’s definitely hiding something that he can’t hide from me.』

He looked back at his brother after reading her text with a little more of this newfound concern in his eyes. “You okay?” Espresso suddenly asked, in the midst of his worry. It took Affogato a second to respond clearly, nodding in the dead musical silence before muttering his confirmation.

Espresso – Today 10:55

『Yeah. There’s something wrong.』

They make it to the shopping center not too long later, and everyone takes a second to group up. Surprisingly, you wanted to walk around with Licorice and Red Velvet to free roam on your own. Admiring your sense of bravery, Latte accepts your decision but asks that you have your location on so that she or her brothers can find you in case you get lost. As you three venture out in the shopping center, gripping the scarf on your neck and holding it to your face for some kind of comfort against the wind, they go into a store that they find to be interesting because they had a winter sale going on. Licorice wraps his scarf around his shoulder, being overcome by the sudden wave of heat overwhelming him. You were looking at coats with Licorice while Red Velvet walked off to explore the store. You felt the necromancer tap your shoulder. “Hey, have you noticed that Affogato has been acting off?” He whispered, causing you to look up at him. “He’s probably just drowsy. He did get sick last night though. Something about the jambalaya, why?” He pulled out a coat that he found on the rack and started looking at the dark faux fur on it, attracting him, “I don’t know, I mean like… he’s been very spacey, ya know? Like… like Red Velvet told me about the fact that he had also seen that he has been acting off. Especially with this morning. Like he asked me if he normally acts like that I was like, no? I on’t know really. But I was wondering if you knew what was wrong with him.” A moment went by, you gave an honest thought about what Licorice had said, but despite what he had said, you didn’t want to bother the thought. If Affogato says he's okay, why pester him about how he's feeling if he's only going to say the same thing every time?

“I mean… if he says he’s fine, he’s fine I’m not gonna push him, but if I see something concerning, yeah, I’m going to confront him on it.” “Understandable but hey, you know…” You started walking around the store with him as he gestures to different aisles, giving you a coat he found, “Hey I think you’d like this one but anyway,” he said, gathering up some beanies for himself, “uh…” after gathering his beanies he turns you to face him. “Licorice. What-” “Listen to me. Come to the bathroom with me.”

“The… the bathroom?”

“Yes, just come on. Put your things on that chair over there and come with me into the bathroom. “Don’t ask why, just come on.”

“But, but why though?”

“Oh my god come OOOOONUH-”

You were quite honestly dragged over to the unisex bathroom by the wrist, putting your stuff down on the bench by the door as he pulled you in and locked the door. “Listen. I eavesdropped on a conversation that he, Espresso and Latte had in the wee hours in the morning, talkin’ about… ah… about his childhood or whatever, and like how he’s been feeling disoriented and shit, but he doesn’t want to talk to you about it out of fear that he will worry you. But like… I think there's something else behind this shit and I know there's something else going on.” You put the toilet seat down and sat on the toilet, with him kneeling on the ground in front of you, putting his pale boney hands to your shins for leverage and balance. “We’re back in the Dark Cacao Kingdom basically, and I don’t know whether or not you know about his past here, but his reputation isn't as squeaky clean as you think it is.”

He then goes on to say that Affogato has a past filled with lies and usurpations, all in an attempt to gain what he wants. Of course, you knew all of this because it made headlines in the Dark Cacao Kingdom, yet you never actually knew that it was him all along. “You know what he also… he also has had a colorful childhood. He was like, this close,” he nearly pinched his thumb and index finger together, “this close, to having a baby at age fifteen. He was very promiscuous, and he still is. He has like at least four ex girlfriends that have all had similar stories about why they had broken it off with him talking about, oh, he’s a cheater, he’s a liar, he’s irresponsible, a narcissist just like his mom and of course it was his mom I mean look. Affogato is the perfect scapegoat in disguise, Espresso is the golden baby that could do no harm and Latte may as well be a missing case considering the fact that she was barely acknowledged by her mom, I mean like… I don’t honestly understand why you’re dating him like–” you suddenly put a hand up to get him to stop running, and cleared your throat, silencing the light echo of his voice reverberating off the floors and walls of the small bathroom.

“If you’re trying to come onto me, Lico,” “what?” He looked at you and smacked his lips, cringing slightly, “No… no, no that’s not what this is, I’m trying to tell you that he’s filled with red flags, he’s a literal snake, he’s a conniving fatal snake that will take wants from you without hesitation and will hurt you in the process with no remorse. He’s not a good man, hell even Pomegranate has said that she wouldn’t date him even if she wasn't gay or if she had this burning crush on Red Velvet’s mom. Hell he even let Dark Choco go at his own dad and he just let him freeze out and left him to die, and honestly I don’t think you need someone like that.” You sat on the toilet in shock, the things that Licorice had told you sent you into a state of awe, how did he get this information? You put your hand to your chest and looked at Licorice with concern laden in your eyes. “So…” you started, trying so very hard to put the pieces together. While this information kinda did make sense, Licorice was known to dramatize and exaggerate things to make people believe his word. Unsure of whether or not to believe him, especially about the fact that you still didn’t know where he got this info from, or even elaborated on the conversation that he supposedly heard, you tilted your head in confusion. “Is what you’re saying true?” “I… yes of course it– eugh?” There was a knocking on the bathroom door, interrupting Licorice in his sentence.

“Ah… Ocupado!”

“It’s Red you fucker.”

“Ah shit.”

He got up and went to go unlock and open the door. “Eh?” “The fuck are you lot doing I was looking for you both like an idiot.” Red Velvet had a coat in his crossed arms, clearly unhappy. “Look I was trying to talk to them about Affogato and how bad he is for them, please back me up.” “How did you even know all that information anyways Lico?” You asked, tugging on the sleeve of his thick coat. He looked at you again and started to stutter out his words, “Well, you see I–” “I told him.” Red Velvet suddenly cut Licorice off. “What?” You asked, turning your attention over to Red Velvet. “Yeah, I told him. Affogato sometimes vents to me, and I met this watcher one day while I was venturing out with the army that day, I saw one of the watchers, and she was asking me to help her in her cause to persuade the king that Affogato had lied on her name to send her to exile to, quote on quote, get her out of the way. All the other information I learned about his childhood came through Espresso when he was asking me if I saw Affogato’s weird behavior.”

Suddenly, the puzzle pieces came together… it started to make sense. You personally knew Caramel Arrow Cookie, she would often come to the village that you would camp out at to share rations with the common folk to make sure that the cookies that were hungry had something to eat. Putting a finger to your lip, you looked back to Red Velvet, who you felt as though you could trust a little more than Licorice, and you nodded, saying you would process all of this information and attempt to piece it together on your own. “Heeey, give me some credit here y/n, I was the one that told you everything!” “Whatever, they know now, come on.” Red Velvet let you walk out, looking at the necromancer with an annoyed look on his face. “Uuuuggghhhh…. Fine.” He then walked out of the bathroom, with you and the three of you then headed over to checkout with your items.

From across the lot you see Affogato with his brother and sister weaving through stores. Walking out of the store with a bag and coffee in hand, you both briefly made eye contact with each other, although on your end you could feel this hot feeling of tension building up in your chest.It almost felt like a raging tornado, destroying everything in its path. You sighed and walked off with Red Velvet and Licorice in the opposite direction. You could feel your boyfriend’s eyes on the back of your head as you walked off. Latte stopped for a second, pulling at Espresso’s hand. They both looked at each other and then back at Affogato, who was in a state of space yet again. Latte then slowly walked up to her older brother and tapped his shoulder. Shaking it off was the hardest thing to do– you wanted to just run up to him and start pouring your eyes out.

Lunch came around, and the lot of you headed to this corner cafe in the shopping center. Affogato ordered for you out of desperation and beckoned you to sit next to him. Despite your inner pleas to do so, your body begging you to just swallow your pain to make him happy, Red Velvet’s and Licorice’s words from earlier echoed in your head like a melody on replay. You sat next to Red Velvet instead. The air around the table in the normally bustling cafe around this time was tense and heavy, to you at least. Affogato also knew that something was wrong, the way to approach you about it however… he didn’t know what to do, considering for the past forty five minutes you’ve been avoiding him like the bubonic plague. Licorice finally took his seat next to you, to your left, with his drink, and cleared his throat.

“So…” he started, taking a sip of his drink, “where did everyone go?” Latte looked to her older brother, sullied, then looked back to Licorice. “I went to this cute little bookstore with Espresso. We picked up some books that may be relevant to our research in coffee magic, and Affogato found this witch’s parlor. I believe he picked up some more candles, stones maybe…” Affogato nodded in approval. “Where did you go?” Espresso asked you, looking at you calmly with what looked like his fifth cup of coffee in hand. “We went to a few clothing boutiques and got some winter clothes. I guess we underestimated the cold winds here, haha..” “Yeah, I hate being cold.” Licorice added, “This coat is nice and warm though! And inexpensive too.” Espresso took a drink of his coffee and looked at Licorice nonchalantly. “And… what kind of work do you do, exactly?” Licorice’s eyes took to a prideful glimmer. “Well, outside of being the most distinguished necromancer imaginable, I am one of the lead vocalists in a group called B.A.D 4. Featuring yours truly, Red Velvet, one of my underlings, and Poison Mushroom.”

Espresso and Latte both burst out in laughter, causing a dark cast to form over Red Velvet Cookie’s face. He put his red and white striped hand to his forehead, a soft groan coming from the crimson general. “Hey! D-Don’t laugh! We are truly exceptional performers, tell ‘em Red! Tell them!” “We only make money off of sales and commissions we do, what's the point in calling ourselves a band if we aren’t even an official group?” “And you make the most money anyways Red Velvet considering the fact that you are our main source of PR for some reason.” You scoffed, poking Red Velvet’s cheek. “I could give a few reasons why!~” “Hey! Y/n cookie! Don’t forget about me! I made this group possible here!”

While you, Licorice, and Red Velvet argued over who got the most PR for their alleged KPOP group, Affogato looked at you longingly as it seemed that your mood had changed because of Licorice lighting the mood of the table up. Many questions start to fire up in his head.

What happened back there when Licorice was with them?

Is there something I don’t know about?

Did he do something to them?

Do they like Licorice more than me..?

From across the room, he saw his mother wearing the most elegant dress he had ever seen– perfect purple decals and contrasting white and black decor on the sleeves, golden headdresses that would make even the fairest consorts look dolled up. She straightened her lipstick in the mirror and blended her lips together, blending out the dark color seamlessly. Next to her stood his youngest brother. She turned to him and twirled herself, letting her dress parasol around her legs gracefully as she wore a sweet smile. “Espresso, honey, do I look good?” She asked sweetly. He nodded, straightening out the bottom curls of her dark hair that fell to her back, “good, good. Tonight is the big night after all, honey. I hope I can truly make this one happy. I’ve been trying now for a while and… hopefully we can make it to the next level for you.”

Why is she telling him this information? He doesn’t need to know about her rendezvous with other men.

But he’s young, he doesn’t exactly know what his mother is doing. “You know me and your father used to do this all the time while I was pregnant with you. He would take me out to all of these elegant high dollar dates, spend money on me, make me feel lavish and expensive, like I was the baddest bitch on the streets with the finest clothes and the finest jewelry… I loved how he made me feel like a queen, don’t you honey?” “Mhm, he also treated us well when he was around. Now Latte just calls him a jerk and kicks the birthday cards he sends us around her room until they find their way into her wastebin.” She giggled and turned to him once more, away from the mirror and kneeled down to the young Espresso, her soft hands finding their way to his shoulders covered by his black silk pajamas. With a smile and the correction of his collar, she sighed. “Well… your father was nothing but a dollar sign, baby. That’s all he was. He can stay with that whore for all I care. After all, you are the only companion I will ever need. Your first love and your only love.”

Why doesn’t she love me like that?

Of course, the young Affogato didn’t exactly know really what his mother had for her youngest child at the time, but he knew that the way she would treat him at times would be wrong. Nevertheless, he has always wanted love or any kind of recognition from his mother that wasn’t negative. She got on him for everything, or often disregards all the work he does if she finds something that isn’t up to par with her sets of amazingly high standards. But Espresso wouldn’t even have to do anything and he would always end up being her little baby, the golden child that could never do any harm or wrong… the sweet boy. It made Affogato sick to his stomach.

“Now, remember the rules, you are to be in bed by nine o’clock. No more than that honey, okay?” With a nod from the little boy and a kiss to his forehead, she stood back up and turned the bathroom light off. “Mommy loves you.” “I love you too mom! Have fun!” She started to walk towards the living room, getting her purse and heading for the door, when her eldest blocked her path from getting a good grasp on the doorknob to leave. They both stood and looked each other in the eye for a few seconds before his mother glared down at her eldest. “What are you doing?” She asked, quite annoyed with a scoff. “Who is he?”

Affogato, Latte, and Espresso’s biological father had left them a long time ago. Growing up without a father was difficult, especially since he, in his mother’s eyes, was the only man that treated her right, despite not giving a damn about his offspring after Espresso was born. That being said, he was a “good father”… up until the third kid. Ever since then their mother has practically coached their children into thinking that their father was a bad person, all because he had left her for another woman, which made her as his ex wife, quite bitter.

“I asked you who the man is.” Affogato repeated. His mother scoffed again. “Can I not go out to see people, is that what this is?” Affogato furled his brow in confusion as his hand quickly went for the doorknob again before his mother could snatch at it, “No, that's not what I-” “Oh so I’m seeing a man now? Well, according to my son, I can’t do that? Listen boy, I’m a grown woman. I don't need to explain myself to you, nor do I need to explain to you who this man is.” She moved to try and push him away from the door, but his posture proved to be solid. “Well, you keep bringing him into the house in the dead hours of the morning waking us all up. The three of us, not just me, want to know who he is–” “My baby and Latte can know who he is if they want to meet him. You on the other hand–” “SPEAKING OF.” He boomed over his mother as she spoke, making her eyes widen.

“Why do you keep telling Espresso about these things? He doesn’t need to know about your love life, let alone who you bring home, anything about your divorce that happened three years ago, he doesn’t need to know anything about that, he’s seven. With that he’s–”

“Boy, who the HELL do YOU think you’re talking to?!”

“He’s your SON! MY. BROTHER, MAMA! He’s NOT. YOU’RE. MAN.”

S M A C K– – – – !

Espresso was standing nearby around a corner, watching his older brother lash out at their mother, before she delivered a harsh smack to his cheek. He covered his mouth with his stuffed owl as his large brown eyes widened. Taking her son by the collar of his shirt, she picked him up and dragged him away from the door, threw him onto the floor, and left without another word, slamming the door on her way out. Espresso looked at the front door and saw that next to it, the blinds were closed and covered by the curtains that hung up. He ran over to Affogato and kneeled down next to him, putting his owl down. “Affogato?” He asked softly. He looked up to his younger brother with pain in his eyes, and disgust laden in his body. “Hug.” Espresso hugged Affogato as he sat motionless on the floor. A part of him wanted to shove him away, another part wanted to accept the hug, hug him so tight and bawl like a baby. “Are you okay?” He asked again, getting only silence as an answer and the new sniffles coming from his older brother. Looking down at his older brother, who then tried to hide his face from him, he saw that he was crying through thick cream and dark brown bangs. “I love you, bub.”

Bub… it had been a while since he had called him that.

Affogato hugged Espresso back, busting out into a full on bawl into his shoulder.

Fingers snapped in Affogato’s ear, Latte put her arm up around his shoulder and with a light smile, she wiped the drool off his chin. “Honey, yoo hoo? Earthbread to Affogato, over?” Latte jokingly said, trying to get him out of another one of his stupors. He lightly shook his head and looked around to see Latte sitting next to him with a cup of water. “You were out for a while, here. I got this for you.” He looked at the stillness of the water, thin ice cubes dancing around in the cool plastic cup. He slowly took it, giving a nod as thanks, before he went to drink it though, he saw you right in front of him with your hand on his knee. This made him feel so overwhelmed that he felt like he could feel the hair follicles in his head itch at his scalp.

They eventually left the shopping center and made their way back to the cabin.

That night, Affogato found himself knocking at Espresso’s door. With a soft click of the lock, the door cracked open. “Huh?” “I need to talk to you and Latte in the kitchen.”

The trio grouped up, sitting at the kitchen table. Latte lightly tapped her pearl fingertips on the soft wood. “So… for a start, I just wanted to apologize for all of my nonsensical dizzy spells today and yesterday.” Espresso nodded. “You're okay sweetie. But I’m curious as to what has been bugging you.” “Is it just the fact that we’re back at the cabin?” Espresso added to Latte’s curiosity. Swallowing a lump in his throat, Affogato put a hand up under his chin, his other hand holding his forearm. He nodded, and looked down at the soft indents, the lines in the wood, and all the nooks and marks left over by years of use. “That’s a large part of it, yes,” “But normally Y/n is glued to you. I expected them to run to you upon seeing you like they usually do. But they didn’t this time.” Affogato looked up at Espresso, who was adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “How did you know that’s what I was going to say?” “I had a feeling.” He smirked smugly, causing Affogato to roll his eyes. “Anyways, you’re nervous about Y/n Cookie?” With a nod, Espresso chortled under his breath. “I honestly don’t see why.” “Espresso!” Latte nudged at her younger brother’s stomach with her elbow. “Be a little more sympathetic, he’s already feeling vulnerable! Listen dear,” Latte started, taking hold of her elder brother’s sleeve, dragging his arm down and taking his hand in her own, “I’m sure that they wanted some space for a bit. I definitely don’t think that Licorice came onto them in any way, nor do I believe that he has any feelings for them. I don’t think he would just take her from you.” He nodded, seeming to agree with her. “I would talk to them. Don’t pry, just see what went on while they were with Red Velvet and Licorice back there. Maybe inquire if he said anything to them. It can’t hurt, can it?” He nodded again, distancing his hand away from Latte’s. Fixing his sleeves, he looked at Espresso, who just nodded in turn. “Just trust me. Talk to them. Communication is important, you taught us that.” She smiled softly at him, her hazelnut brown eyes glimmering. With another nod, he headed off back to his room before thanking her with a hug goodnight.

You were already passed out in bed when he walked back over. He sat down at his side of the bed and looked at your sleeping form, your peaceful face, how your chest slowly rose and sank– the purest form of tranquility illuminated by soft moonlight seeping through the curtains he used to wrap himself in as a child. He smiled softly, tucking himself in and with bringing a hand to your cheek, he soon fell into a deep slumber, awaiting the next day.

The next… agonizing… day.

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