#yandere Dark Cacao Cookie

[nakajin1113]

ダークカカオ「逃げるな!」

dark cocoa cookie:Don't run away!

I also like this kind of yandere.

このようなヤンデレも好き

[itsabouttimex2]

What are the cookie run “fams” and what do the Y/Ns look like?

Yandere CRK Families

Alright this was a fun question, so I’ll go over three of them!

Chocofam

In terms of personality, I think that this particular Y/N is going to be very timid and withdrawn after an entire life spent within their father’s desolate and quiet castle.

As someone who believes in the necessity of strength and discipline, Dark Cacao Cookie doesn’t hold back from piling on consequences when he thinks you’re making a mistake or putting yourself in danger. His guidance is often harsh, but he genuinely thinks it’s what you need to become resilient enough to survive.

The king is strict- but he’s convinced that it’s only because he wants to see you become the best version of yourself. He frequently gives you strenuous “lessons” in survival skills or fighting techniques, preparing you for any misfortune or struggle that may come your way, but deep down, Dark Cacao knows he’s not willing to cut your lead enough slack to allow to those scenarios to manifest.

…and maybe it allows him to tuck your tired room in nice and tight when all is said and done, and maybe leave you with a treat or two.

But only if you’re good.

Caramel Arrow Cookie guards you as she guards the king, willing to trade her life for yours- I think she manifests her “yandere” behavior in sheer devotion and loyalty to His Highness, Dark Cacao Cookie, which spills over onto you in turn. If you are safe and happy, then Caramel Arrow knows that her king can focus on his duties as sovereign.

Because she’s unwilling to go against an order levied by the king, Caramel Arrow is strikingly strict with her care- not brutally so, but she’s definitely not the sort to waver once an order has been given. To help pass the time, she’ll set up targets and guide you through nocking and loosing arrows, ensuring that you’ll be just as grand an archer as her, all in time with your father’s ceaseless swordsmanship lessons. She’s warm-hearted in spite of her unwavering devotion to your safeguarding, which means it’s not impossible to get a pep talk or even a piggyback ride back to your room when you grow exhausted- and she also makes all of your meals herself to prevent any poison from being snuck in.

As for Crunchy Chip Cookie, he’s a little more hands on when it comes to dealing with you. He’ll roughhouse and tease and pester, though always with a measure of restraint- his job is to keep you safe, so no going all out or actually fighting. Still, a wrestling match or two is good for your spirit and allows for the burning of excess energy.

Though you aren’t allowed outside, there’s no rules against bringing outside in… which means that the Cream Wolf pups can “secretly” visit you as much as they’d like! It’s an immediate mood-booster for both you and the puppies, so he doesn’t mind cutting into training time.

Dark Cacao knows about all these canine rendezvous, of course. Crunchy Chip ran it by him beforehand, but they pretend that all of it is happening just under the rug. Maybe a little bit of presumed “troublemaking” does your heart good.

Well, until you inevitably get attached to a ring and then shuffle into his throne room to guiltily ask to keep it as a pet after “confessing” to playing with them it frequently.

(…he says yes, to everyone’s surprise.)

Probably your name is something like “Chocolate Milk Cookie”, “Cocoa Powder Cookie”, or “Dark Truffle Cookie”.

(Though the many soldiers tasked with caring for you will inevitably slip in enough nicknames to fill a book…)

Constantly nervous/bored and frowning, the soft gifts you’re spoiled with can only do so much to keep your wanderlust and frustration at bay- not that Caramel Arrow and Crunchy Chip ever stop piling them on. You prefer the books over the plushes, but anything new gets your little sad face twisting into a gleeful expression, encouraging your guardians to continue piling the gifts on.

Dark Cacao has you permanently bundled into the traditional garbs of his people, constantly wearing a reminder of the long-buried soldiers who bravely gave their lives for their people.

Unfortunately for you, you aren’t granted the privilege of owning thick woolen socks or fuzzy fur-lined boots- instead, your father ensures that even a step out of line would have you freezing and desperate to return to the warmth of your room.

Instead, you are forced to remain barefoot all through the day, walking only in halls and rooms that have plush carpet laid out for your little feet- else you begin to crumble from the cold. Of course, if the weather ever gets to you, you can always return to your room and request a fluffy blanket or a hot meal…

So long as you do what father says.

Oceanfam/Gemfam

(Not sure which one yet… name pending, basically. “Mermaidfam” is a little long, haha)

Probably you’re a little thing who falls overboard after rowing out a little too far, caught in the careless waves and dragged under the tide, then beaten mercilessly against rough rocks and jagged coral. The event leaves you soggy, close to crumbling… until a tender mermaid comes to your rescue under the veil of moonlight, dragging you to her underwater palace.

White Pearl Cookie is happy to meet you, to know you, to drink in every last story you can share with her about your warm and dry home back on land- until you pass out in her arms, dough so broken that your jam spills into the waters of Tearcrown.

Luckily for you, the Little Moon of the Sea has no end to her patience and kindness! Given that you’re unarmed and somewhat crippled at the moment, there’s little harm in bringing you back to the palace and settling you in for an extended stay.

Her sisters, on the other hand…

Though she’s kind, Aquamarine Cookie doesn’t think much of you at first. Really, with your wobbly lips and tearful eyes that scrunch each time a wound is cleaned and patched, she mostly just pities you. Eventually you end up wandering into her garden, where she warms up to your curiosity and enthusiasm over her lovely array of foliage. Especially if you take notes as she speaks. Expect lots of veggie dishes to aid in your healing.

Though she finds most two-legged cookies to be far too odd to bother with, Gold Citrine Cookie has already raided your personal effects and taken a liking in your interests- after all, a cookie that loves the sea can’t be that bad, right? She snatches the prettiest shells from your bag and takes them to her reliquary, hoping to gild them until they’ve reached a level of sparkle that satisfies even her.

Maybe some two-legged cookies are worth getting to know, if you like the same things that she likes. If you make White Pearl happy, you can’t be too bad.

Given her powers of foresight, Mystic Opal Cookie has very little trouble finding where you’ll be or what you might want, often drifting into sight to offer up a warm shroud or a nutritious snack, then slinking back into the shadows without a further word. She won’t never indulge to you her visions, but it’s safe to assume that you’re at least in them.

Crimson Coral Cookie doesn’t exactly like having a dubious and dying land cookie in their ward, but like her other sisters, understands that you basically can’t do anything to harm them without ensuring a death sentence for yourself, and you’re clearly not stupid, so… she allows your presence to slide.

Once she sees how happy you make her littlest sister, Crimson Coral does genuinely lighten up and make a decent effort to understand you, especially if you have knowledge of aquatic animals- it’s an easy thing to bond over.

I’m guessing that this particular Y/N might be something like “Shoal Scavenger Cookie”, “Seaweed Sailor Cookie”, or maybe “Tide Tracker Cookie”- having ties to the sea certainly helps them earn the trust of the Gem Mermaids by proving that you aren’t too different in terms of what you and they cherish.

With components like seafoam or algae in your dough, you’re surprisingly resist to growing soggy in the water, even more so when you’re granted a jewel to ward off the condition entirely- albeit in the form of a bracelet or necklace that locks tight around your dough and can’t be removed by hand.

Gold Citrine enjoys dressing you in a dazzling array of glittery and luxurious clothing, often custom-tailoring flowing garbs that sway with each gentle wave that billows through Tearcrown… though she often forgets that you don’t have a tail.

(…not that they aren’t looking for a way to give you one.)

Darkfam

Y/N is a Cake Hound Cookie. There’s no way around it. Red Velvet Cookie finds your little form after it toddles out of the oven, delirious from heat and fear, shivering and quaking- and he fucking snaps.

You’re him.

A mixture of Cookie and Cake, beast and being, in a neat package with a tail that nervously wags as he brings food to your mouth, his clawed hand cupped around the back of your little head, feeling your squishy strawberry ears…

You are a seamless culmination that he can only dream of being.

In reverence and awe, he brings you back to his master’s lair.

For all that Licorice Cookie isn’t on board with having a freshly baked cookie on the team (especially with how much trouble Poison Mushroom Cookie causes him), he’s also aware that letting a child who is immediately and unmistaken visible as “half-monster” wander freely in the world would be worse, and the mage doesn’t have it in his heart to send you off after you’ve already settled in.

As for the shroom-fanatic themself, Poison Mushroom Cookie essentially just clings to you and offers an endless supply of “shroomies” with abated glee, constantly hanging from your sleeves and tugging on your tail as you go about the day, just happy to have a new friend after a certain swordsman left…

Pomegranate Cookie graciously agrees that Red Velvet should keep you alongside his other Cake Hounds, if only because she’s intrigued to see what you’ll be capable of doing. After all, another set of hands to aid their master isn’t exactly a bad thing- and you very well may have powers granted to you by nature of your birth as a cookie-cake amalgamation. In time, she comes to treat you as she treats Poison Mushroom- almost as a troublesome little sibling who needs watching over.

Never one to spurn decent company, Schwarzwälder is happy to have a cookie young enough to do as he says- you’re probably too young to grasp his born name, and settle for calling him “Brute”. I imagine he’s got some decent ground rules for being a canine, knowing what you can or can’t eat, what methods for tending to your ears and tails is best, etc, etc… probably the safest yandere we’ve gone over so far.

Perpetually confused at the new and strange world around you, your eyes are frequently wide and your face pulled into a contemplative frown, overwhelmed with all that your sensitive ears and nose pick up on.

Red Velvet wants to be the one who does your hair, but his cake hand makes it nearly impossible to complete without damaging your frosted strands, so Pomegranate or Licorice will do it instead. Poison Mushroom will, uh, “try”… but their version of “trying” is to braid little mushrooms into the frosting.

(A+ for effort, Poison Mushroom Cookie.)

However, Red Velvet does get to help keep your ears glossy and tail clean, spending hours each week tending to your canine appendages. He’s got specialized polish (by Schwarzwälder’s recommendation) for the strawberry ears that flick and swivel with each barked order and every little coo, and a brush for the cream dollop tail that waggles at Bat-Cat and Schwarzwälder’s antics.

All your clothes are custom-sewn, of course. Red Velvet simply won’t tolerate any less than the about best for his favorite little soldier.

Once Pomegranate has grown fond of you, she’ll take to stitching any tears or fraying in your clothes, mending them with a sleek red and black thread that resembles her beloved master’s color scheme.

(Schwarzwälder is probably your favorite, though- after all, he’s the only other dog!)

[burningcheese-merchant]

I made you a little smth smth

People keep coming here and giving me amazing art based on the stuff I write 😫😫😫 this is awesome, you draw so well, I love the joke, it's all so great 😫😫😫 thank you so much for this, I've done nothing to deserve it 😫😫😫 I'm smiling so wide right now, you have no idea haha

Please allow me to repay you in the form of a BurningCheese version of this scene:

BS: You're pregnant

GC: What? What are you on about?! No, I'm not!

BS: You will be by the end of tonight 😈😘

GC: *punches him in the face*

I'd draw it if I had any of your talent/skill :( maybe I'll try anyway, it's not fair that people draw me things and I never do the same for anyone... Regardless, you made my day with this, thank you sincerely!!!

[yanderes-galore]

Another self indulgent fic! Yippee!!!

Pale Ailment

Yandere! Awakened! Dark Cacao Cookie Short

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Isolation, Overprotective behavior, Fear of loss, Pre-established relationship, Paranoia, Angst, Dubious relationship.

Your husband hadn't come back from Beast-Yeast the same since encountering the Beast there.

It all started when you had fallen ill. A white dust had coasted through the snow of the Dark Cacao Kingdom, afflicting many of its citizens. Unfortunately for the king, Dark Cacao...

His betrothed had also come down with the illness.

You had developed a nasty cough that Dark Cacao had noticed when you woke up one morning. Yet as the hours passed, it was said many other citizens had similar conditions. Except... They were quickly turning to flour.

It wasn't long after before you were transferred and isolated from Dark Cacao. The king was only allowed to see you from afar. Yet even at the distance he was at... your complexion was turning paler by the minute.

Around this time Dark Cacao had decided to set off to Beast-Yeast, suspecting one of the Beasts Pure Vanilla spoke of was the cause of the illness. It took a long time to tear himself away from your weakened form.... But he managed to pull away eventually.

Even when he explored Beast-Yeast and came across that Ivory Pagoda, Dark Cacao kept his beloved in mind. Even when he witnessed his soldiers turn to flour in front of him, he thought of you. He needed to get home to you...!

He refused to accept the fact you'd turn to flour, even when Mystic Flour herself tried to tell him flour was a better fate for you.

"Do you not see what your 'affections' will do to them?" The Beast asks coldly before him, seeing him fight her even now.

"You will constrict them, cage them even more than the dough that makes them up, I will set them free... Yet you will treat them like they are to be owned in your kingdom."

"You know nothing, Beast—!" Dark Cacao growls in response, the sword in his hands feeling heavy. "Do not speak of my beloved like you know them—!"

"You are an oblivious and pathetic cookie... Do you think they're happy by your side? Do you think keeping them behind your kingdom's walls will be good for them? You are a fool...."

Dark Cacao tried not to take the Beast's words to heart. He knew that she was saying this to hurt him. Why else would she give him such horrid visions of the world turning to flour...?

Yet... There was some truth to her words that he didn't seem to want to comprehend. Dark Cacao really did keep you in the kingdom since marrying you. He really did limit your freedom to within the snowy walls.

It's dangerous was always his reasoning.

At first it was just licorice monsters. Yet now Dark Cacao had to consider the Beasts that lurked in these unknown lands. Dark Cacao has always been obsessed with protection... with complete and utter security....

But he refuses to see the error of his thinking.

With enough determination and persistence, Dark Cacao managed to confront the Beast who craved his Soul Jam. He managed to awaken his powers, beat the Beast back, and meet with his companions once again. Which meant, if he could see them again...

You should be alive and well... His precious darling....

By the time you were awake and sat up in your bed, there was news that the king was back in the kingdom. It wasn't long before heavy footsteps entered the castle and approached your quarters. You almost didn't recognize him at first...

His appearance made him look like a different man...

His previous behaviors grew worse, however....

"My love... You know I can't lose you...."

His words are uncharacteristically vulnerable. Perhaps the Beast was right in a way. Dark Cacao can't look past his need to keep you out of harm's way...

Even if it makes you unhappy.

Since the day you caught the 'pale ailment', your husband has rarely left your side. He'd stay in your shared bedroom, dark purple eyes scanning your form as though you'd turn to flour before him. The Beast's words echo in his head... saying you'd be happier away from this place.

He clenches his gloved hands, despising the thought. This fortress of chocolate and snow was meant to be your sanctuary. A domain for you both to rule.

You must be happy with him....

You always look at him in concern. Despite him having more control over himself and his new outfit, he still holds onto old habits. If not worse than before.

The Beast's words really have gotten to him....

You always ask for him to take you out of the castle. You wish to greet your subjects, to wander the snowy plains. You want at least a little bit of freedom... The freedom Dark Cacao had given you before you were ill.

Your husband merely shakes his head, muttering about unforeseen threats. He tells you the Beast who made you sick was still out there. He told you he still needs to hunt her down....

Until then, you must be kept in his fortress of solitude. He apologizes, telling you that you'll see the snow of your home up close when the danger passes. He asks for your trust, even when he doesn't deserve it.

"I love you..." He says with a hint of desperation, a need for you to accept him...

"I know...." Is all you can bring yourself to say, knowing his fears are only getting worse.

You agree to his demands every time. He no longer knows if it's out of love or tolerance. He doesn't care right now, either.

When you quietly comply with him, your husband pulls you into his arms. He holds you to his chest as he murmurs promises to you. He promises he'll let you outside again soon... He promises you'll be free again when the Beast is either slain or sealed.

You have no clue when that will be... or if he'll even follow through with it.

Instead, you allow him to hold you close. You allow him to kiss your head and lips, to mutter to himself about how much he adores you. Part of you does love him... the other part yearns to see something other than these blackened halls.

Your freedom wasn't a sacrifice you wanted to make for the sake of your husband. Yet part of you guessed you had no choice when he gave you the offer of betrothal. You love him...

But ever since you got sick, he's gotten worse with his obsession over safety.

You didn't see what he went through... but you can't help your mind from thinking...

You wonder what matters more to him...

Your happiness and the integrity of your marriage...

Or getting revenge because the world threatens your safety and shatters his fantasies of your shared fortress of solitude.

[fixated-cookies]

What Bleeds Is Mine

Pairing: Dark Cacao Cookie x Beta!Reader (Human-turned-Cookie) Word Count: ~2.1k Rating: SFW (no smut), Explicit Themes Warnings: A/B/O dynamics (Alpha x Beta), SOFT YANDERE, period pain and menstrual discussion, possessive behavior, protective yandere elements, emotional distress, non-canon worldbuilding (human-turned-cookie, potion magic, cookie court politics), hurt/comfort, emotional intimacy

I BELIEVE IN ALPHA X BETA SUPREMACY!!!

COMISSION

You had always known the witches would come for you. Not today. Not tomorrow. But eventually.

That’s why you ran—grimoire clutched tight to your chest like a stolen secret, like a weapon of mass destruction. It practically was, with the wrong ingredients. You hadn’t had time to memorize every rune or decode all the potions, but one of them had saved you in the most unexpected way: it made you a Cookie.

Not quite a real one. A perfect imitation, yes. The same dough, the same soft glow of life. But the moment you looked in the mirror and saw your reflection blink back—eyes too haunted, heartbeat too real—you knew what you were.

Something in-between.

You fled far and fast. Burned through the last page of teleportation ink just to cross the northern ridge of Earthbread. When your feet finally stopped, you stood beneath the towering spires of the Dark Cacao Kingdom—cold, disciplined, and merciless.

And yet... it was there you found safety. Maybe even something close to peace.

They called you a diplomat. A miracle. A clever little tactician with strange ideas and dangerous charm. You climbed the court ranks with grace and cunning. Within two seasons, you held the rank of Duchess. You wore regal robes now. You dined beside kings. You smiled without flinching.

And still, once a month, the reminder came. Your body. Your real body. Bleeding. Cramps twisting like vines of barbed wire through your belly. Exhaustion so bone-deep your limbs refused to move.

Thankfully, the grimoire had remedies for that too. A tea blend. A potion. A rhythm of herbs that numbed the pain and halted your cycle entirely.

Until last week—when the last of the leaves crumbled in your satchel, and the froststorm made it impossible to get more.

You lasted two days in denial. Now it was the third. You hadn’t left your chambers. You hadn’t answered your door. The guards had been instructed to keep visitors away. You’d curled beneath velvet sheets with your face buried in your hands and your thighs clenched tight from the dull, angry ache inside you.

The scent—faint metallic and sweet—lingered in the air. You hadn’t realized it was so strong. You hadn’t realized it would spread.

And you definitely hadn’t realized it would reach the throne room.

Meanwhile… Far below, beneath blackstone pillars carved with the tales of old kings, Dark Cacao Cookie stood like a statue mid-battle.

He had frozen mid-conversation.

Something was wrong.

It wasn't just the scent—although that alone was enough to make his instincts surge. It was faint, muddled beneath layers of suppressants, magic, and silks… but it was there. Sharp. Bitter. Wrong. Not a heat. Not an Alpha. Not an Omega. But Beta.

And bleeding.

His Beta.

Even muted by distance and cold stone, his body recognized it instantly. The scent of your blood laced with something unfamiliar, something pained and desperate, threading through the air like a dying note. It hooked under his skin like a blade. Made his every nerve bristle with ancient instinct.

And the guards—those foolish, slow guards—had just reported you missing from court for the third day.

His eyes narrowed. The clench of his jaw was silent.

His steps were not.

He left the war table without a word. A blur of red cape and spiked armor, heavy boots striking against the stone with wrathful precision. The doors groaned in his wake, protesting as they were flung open with brute force.

There was no question in his mind. No rational thought to soothe the blaze that rose in his chest.

The scent of his Beta’s blood—distressed, unmasked, unguarded—was enough to drive the ancient Alpha in him into a cold, calculated frenzy.

You were in pain. You were alone. You had been vulnerable.

And if anyone had laid a hand on you while he was not there to shield you?

Then the last thing they would ever see��� would be the crimson rage in his eyes, and the judgment of a king whose Beta had cried out in silence.

The footsteps came long before the knock. Heavy. Purposeful. Like thunder rolling in from the cliffs.

Then—nothing.

You stirred under the covers, curled inward against the throb of your belly, breath shallow. The heat had long gone from your tea. Your grimoire lay useless across your lap, flipped open to a half-faded page on stasis spells. You hadn’t even had the strength to read it.

And then—

BOOM.

The doors slammed open. Not creaked. Not eased. Slammed.

The force shook the wooden beams above. Dust scattered like ash across the windowlight. Your heart nearly jumped out of your chest as you jerked upright—

And there he was.

Dark Cacao Cookie. Towering. Cloaked in cold and shadows. His broad shoulders nearly filled the doorway, armor still gleaming from the court chamber. His gaze locked to your form with a lethal kind of precision, eyes wild beneath the crown of storm-dark curls.

He looked ready to kill. And for a moment—he thought he might have to.

His gaze dragged over you. Your disheveled bed. Your pale face. Your trembling form clutching at your stomach like you were in pain.

And then his nose twitched.

Blood.

Faint. Metallic. Familiar. Not enough to mean death, but enough to enrage him.

His hands clenched into fists. “Who did this,” he growled. Not asked. Growled.

Your mouth opened. Closed.

“Your Grace—” you rasped, voice hoarse.

"Who"

He was already stalking forward. You scrambled to sit up straighter, holding out your hand with what little strength you had.

“No one—! No one did anything! I’m fine, I swear—”

But he wasn’t listening. His eyes had glazed over with the fury of a man who had nothing left to lose but you. He was already thinking of who had touched you. Who had hurt you. Why the guards hadn’t been punished for failing to protect you.

He dropped to one knee beside the bed, metal creaking. His gauntlet reached for your wrist—but hesitated at the last moment.

“Don’t be afraid,” he rumbled, gentler now. “You don’t have to speak. Just nod. Was it someone in the council? One of the knights?”

“Dark Cacao—”

“Tell me now.” His voice broke. Broke. “Please. Let me protect you. That’s all I ask. That’s all I’ve ever wanted to do.”

You stared at him. Truly stared.

This was the man they whispered about in the courts. Cold. Commanding. Ruthless in war. But this man—this man kneeling before you with trembling hands and shattered restraint—was not a king.

He was a man on the edge.

And you were his tipping point.

“…It’s my body,” you whispered at last.

He blinked.

You swallowed thickly. “It’s not an attack. Not a curse. It’s... it’s just something that happens. Monthly. My kind—my original kind—we call it a period.”

His eyes flickered. “Your kind?”

Oh. You realized your mistake too late.

The room felt colder, even as he knelt closer.

You flinched, trying to scramble for words. “I—I didn’t mean— I mean, I am a Cookie now, but… once, before this body—before the Kingdom—I was something else. Someone else.”

His stare sharpened. Not angry. Just... careful.

“Not a monster,” you added quickly. “I never hurt anyone. I only ran.”

“Ran… from what?”

Your breath hitched. You glanced toward your grimoire still splayed across the bed. The faded ink, the tear-stained pages. All the power you’d hidden, all the truths you never dared speak aloud.

“From the Witches,” you said quietly. “I escaped them. I took something from one of them—something powerful. It’s how I made this body. I wasn’t trying to deceive anyone… I was trying to live.”

Silence.

He stood, slow and heavy, and for a terrifying moment you thought he might walk away. But instead—

He reached for the grimoire.

“You made yourself one of us,” he said softly, reading the strange symbols on the page. “With this.”

You nodded, fingers gripping your sheets. “It’s why I get sick like this. I’m still… not perfect. Not fully like you. Sometimes things slip through.”

He turned to face you again. His gaze was no longer wild. It was anchored.

“You chose to become one of us,” he murmured. “You endured pain. Risked death. All for the right to stay.”

You blinked, unsure of what to say.

And then—he knelt again, this time bowing low, resting his forehead just beside your aching belly.

“I will not fail you again.” His voice wasn’t booming, nor cold, nor laced with command like it so often was. It cracked. Quiet. Fractured in a way that felt wrong for a war hero—yet so right for a man.

He stayed like that for a moment. Breathing in the faintest, unmasked scent of your pain. As if punishing himself with it. As if grounding himself in the reminder that he had not noticed sooner. That he hadn’t known.

You felt his hand reach toward you—not to grab, not to restrain, but to hold. Cautiously. He waited to see if you’d flinch.

You didn’t.

His calloused palm settled gently over your abdomen, where the pain curled tight and hot inside you. His touch was warm. Heavy. But it didn’t weigh you down—it anchored you.

“…You’re still shaking,” he murmured, barely above a whisper. “Where is the pain worst?”

You opened your mouth, tried to speak, but your throat closed around the words. Instead, your fingers—smaller, weaker, trembling—reached for his. Guiding him lower. Pressing his knuckles into the cramp as you let out a soft breath.

“There,” you whispered.

And the moment he understood, Dark Cacao Cookie exhaled like he’d been holding his breath for a thousand years.

“Then I shall remain here.”

He shifted forward without another word. Without asking. He removed his gauntlets with quiet precision, setting them aside like sacred relics, and then slowly—so gently—wrapped his arms around you. One behind your back. One beneath your legs.

He lifted you into his lap with the care of someone cradling a wounded relic, not a person. You curled instinctively into the heat of his chest, against the thick red fabric and cold, carved armor, your forehead pressing into the hollow just below his collarbone.

And he just… held you.

Not for show. Not for power. Not for dominance.

But because he needed to.

“I know little of your kind,” he said softly, his voice rumbling low and steady in your ear. “But I will learn. If it means protecting you—I will learn it all.”

Your body trembled again, but this time not from pain.

You buried your face deeper into his shoulder. “I didn’t want you to worry,” you mumbled. “It’s just… how it is for humans. A normal cycle. I’m sorry.”

He stilled. Slowly, his hand came to rest over the back of your head. His voice dropped to a hush.

“Do not ever apologize for your nature.”

His fingers moved in slow, grounding strokes through your hair. “You are no less worthy for your pain. Nor less sacred.”

You clutched his chest tighter.

“I thought you’d be angry,” you whispered. “That I wasn’t like the others. That I’d… fooled you.”

He tilted his head, drawing back just enough to look at you. His brow furrowed—not in rage, but grief. The way ancient stone weeps silently with time.

“You could never deceive me,” he said. “Not you.”

You felt his heartbeat. Slow. Steady. Strong enough to make the walls feel safer.

“I should’ve come sooner,” he muttered. “I smelled the blood—I knew something was wrong. But I thought only of the worst. I should’ve trusted you to tell me.”

“…I was scared,” you admitted.

His arms tightened around you.

“You are not alone,” he said. “You never will be. Not while I breathe.”

A long silence passed. Then—

“Would… would a bath help?” he asked, hesitant, as if unsure he was allowed to offer such softness.

You nodded against his chest.

“I will draw one. With crushed herbs. Warmth. Anything you need.”

He stood with you still in his arms.

He didn’t let you go. Not once.

[yandere-chocolate]

welcome back choco!! could i get protective dark cacao hcs?? :D

(Absolutely! We love that grumpy old man!)

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◇ You are the most precious thing in his life

◇ Each inch of his dough adores you

◇ He refuses to leave your side. He's just so scared of you getting hurt

◇ His favourite thing to do is create portraits of you and hang them in his bedroom, where he can see your face always

◇ He enjoys holding you. For a man who doesn't often show emotion, he really enjoys physical touch. It lets him know you're there.

◇ Speaking of his inability to properly show emotions, he still refuses to show too much emotion around you, for fear you would consider him weak

◇ He also fears enemies finding out about his love for you. What if they hurt you? Use you to get to him?

◇ Despite it all, he still can't help but always think about you. No matter what he is doing, you are the reason for it

◇ He insists you stay near him at all times

◇ He often will stalk you. But it's not stalking if it's to protect you, is it?

◇ He will often send the dragons to protect you when he cannot be there

◇ He always needs reminders of you. When you're gone for whatever reason, he has one of your worn clothes to sleep with, so at least your scent is with him.

◇ He fights twice as hard because he has you waiting back at home. He has to get back to you and his son. He has to.

[azlrse]

Don't know if you're still into doing Cookie Run fics, or if you're busy, but I'll shoot an idea over. I'd imagine Yandere Dark Cacao is already bad enough, but Awakened Yandere Dark Cacao? Yeah your chances at escaping have just went down tenfold, so close to zero that it might as well be zero.

cw for this ask: yandere themes & spoilers for dark cacao's awakened form, angst with a mix of fluff, forced marriage mentioned, ooc dark cacao cookie (its been a while since ive wrote smth :crii)

a/n: sincere apologies anon (& to my readers out there) for my long absence but i'll answer this one quickly since i am really busy for my academics :'>>

(bruhh girl i just finished my sophomore year, leaving this fic into the deepest depths of the void now its finished!!! woohoo!!)

if i were reader cookie, i would be scared shitless if this guy went from just an warrior king with a strong sense of justice to being the strongest, if not, the most powerful version of him. reader cookie's attempts to escape went down from a 10 into a negative 50 seeing how fast and calculative he is. you see how he persuaded two of the dragons to be sealed once again in his sword and defeated mystic flour cookie without his souljam?? in someone's perspective, you are one lucky cookie to be courted by a king so powerful and loves you even if you aren't from a royal lineage. but for you? you just wished you just stayed in the milk village, moved somewhere far away or to be at peace as you became flour from the beasts of apathy's blessings. anything just to be away from dark cacao's possessiveness and controlling nature.

i can vision reader cookie running away like the 5th time through the snowy mountains with only just a cloak, a few possessions like coins and light boots to aid on your journey away from his kingdom. it saddens you that you have to leave behind your home, your family and friends just to live a life of peace, silence and just to be by yourself. every sound of the crunch of the snow, you kept on looking back whilst hearing the sounds of the dark cacao warriors tracking your every move (although you are alone and just imagining things) in fear as the snow kept on howling and became stronger the more you kept on walking through the snowy trenches.

as night approaches, it didn't take long for you to hear the sound of the dragons roaring near your path, indicating that your so-called "husband" knew where you are. desperate to earn your freedom, you ran as fast as your legs carry you; every trip, every scrape, scratches and bruise are marked on your skin as you tripped and fell on the hidden roots of the trees covered by snow. you felt your legs began to ache and crack from the many hours of walking and running away moments ago.

but alas, one of the dragons took you by your cloak, sending you flying from the ground and bringing you back to their master. you kept on squirming, a desperate and pathetic attempt to loosen their grip when another dragon wrapped its body of restrain you and preventing you from harming yourself. the traveling speed of both dragons felt like seconds when both of them dropped you down, causing you to land on a lump of soft snow.

as you stood up and dusting off the snow off your cloak, a shadow loomed over you and the colors of your face drained off as soon as your eyes landed on him; he is indeed pissed off and disappointed at the same time from your escapades. "we found their majesty, master.." the white dragon hissed, making the black dragon looked at its companion in disbelief. "no no! i found them first!" the black dragon boastfully spoke, triggering a bantering battle between the two great dragons. this caused dark cacao's headache but still thanked the dragons for their help before sealing them back to his sword.

during their banter, the distraction caused you to sneak away quietly but due to dark cacao's attention span, he carried you like a sack of potatoes and this triggered you: hitting his back and kept on moving in an attempt to escape his grasp. the dragon simply sighed in disbelief but is relived that you are okay (despite seeing your body having cracks and bruises, he mentally take notes that the healers will be called as soon as you arrived home).

it didn't take long for exhaustion took over your body and slept while being carried by him. dark cacao took notice from your silence (from your endless pleas of letting you go) and the lack of punches thrown on his back and now carries you in bridal style. "its bad for your back when slept away in this position." he thought to himself as he looked at your sleeping face. now peaceful and at ease, he wonders to himself what will he do in order for you to accept his love, your role as a co-ruler of his kingdom and as a married individual.

he can only dream the 'what ifs' if he courted you properly, married you and accepting your role both as a spouse and the co-ruler of the dark cacao kingdom without force.

someday...

Do not republish, edit, or repost to other websites.

Reblogs and likes are appreciated! 💕

[yanderecookierunkingdom]

⚡︎ anon hereee!!

This is for the love letter event!!

May I please request 2? One for a very obsessed and overprotective yandere cacao with a s/O that "escaped" but he is secretly watching? And one for pure vanilla that is the same way? Except he would be more lovey with it?

[A letter finds its way to you.]

My love,

You know this is for your own good, right? Keeping you safe within the palace walls is to keep you safe. Dark Enchantress Cookie, the villains we've faced, and other horrible foes lurk all around. Keeping you confined is keeping you safe. I do this because I love.

Come back. Come back to the castle. I've sent out all my resources to find you. However, if you come back willingly, I promise that I won't keep you isolated for too long.

Yours,

Dark Cacao Cookie

[With magic, the letter finds you.]

My darling,

Oh, where have you run off to now? This is the second time this month you've gone and run off. This silly little game of yours is beginning to worry me. You do know I'm doing this for you, right..? This is to keep you safe from everyone who wants to harm you! You see how they look at you, leering with their disgusting gazes..

This is all for you, all for us! I'll find you soon, dear. Just stay where you are, won't you? I'll make sure to keep you happy so you can end this little game.

With all my love,

Pure Vanilla Cookie

[umbrella-show]

Fish Inside A Birdcage: Rule #4

Aimlessly wandering through the corridors of the Dark Citadel was a habit of yours. Through the night, whenever you couldn’t sleep, and through the day you roamed throughout the stronghold. 

You have every single detail memorized, every banner, every dark chocolate tile, every small detail that could easily be missed to the common eye. 

As repetitive as your technique to pass the time was, it was all you had. These walls were all you’ve known. 

It wasn’t always like that, but you can’t remember when it wasn’t. You were stuck here. You had no clue what happened outside of the kingdom. The citadel had no windows for you to see.

The only idea you could get of the outside world was from Dark Cacao himself. When he had time to spare with you, you would always ask him what was happening in the kingdom. While he gave you little insight of what affairs were happening outside the citadel, he did have plenty of stories about the dangers that lurked throughout. It was mostly what he talked about whenever you’d ask about the outside world.

And you believed him. You believed his every word. 

You didn’t have a reason to go outside. It was safe here. Safe from the monsters and ones that want to hurt you. 

As much as you are a little curious about the outside world, all you’ve heard about the outside world was how dangerous it was. You only have Dark Cacao to inform you about the world. To guide you through this life. He’s the only one you could go to for any type of information. 

So, you’ll stay in this stronghold, faithfully by his side.

“You should be in bed, child.”

Dark Cacao’s voice was stern, yet held a hint of warmth as he lightly scolded you. You silently walked behind him, your head hung low. You looked down at the deep purple carpet under your feet that silenced your footsteps, observing the patterns woven delicately into the silk.

His scolding fell deaf to your ears. After all, you had heard it a million times before. You didn’t really care too much about getting proper sleep during the night. You just wanted to move around. To explore the Citadel. Even if you have every detail burned into your memory with how much you do this. Even if, everytime, nothing’s different.

“I have told you, I do not like this sleepwalking habit of yours. You need proper rest.”

You slowly nodded your head as you felt Dark Cacao’s expectant gaze on you. You didn’t look up at him, preferring to keep your head pointed towards the floor.

“Are you listening, child?”

You hummed softly in affirmation as the banners on the walls suddenly caught your attention. You aimlessly continued to walk forward before you bumped into Dark Cacao’s back. He had stopped walking and was peering at you over his shoulder. You stumbled back a little before staring up at him. You tried to read his expression, to try and get some sort of hint of what he was feeling. However, you couldn't find anything. His hardened face gazed back at you, unwavering as he turned around. 

You broke eye contact and looked to the ground instead, his hard gaze causing your chest to feel heavy with guilt. You weren’t sure whether it was guilt for continuing your habit he has explicitly told you to stop, or for not being able to keep eye contact with him at all. You weren’t really sure why you were feeling this way in the first place. You rarely felt guilty about disobeying his orders. It’s not like you could do much but sleep, eat, and walk while being practically caged in the bastion.

You felt his hand hook under your chin and raise your head for your eyes to meet his. His cold eyes bore into yours although you could have sworn you saw his eyes soften as he glanced at your face. You only blankly stared up at him, the feeling of guilt seeping deeper into your chest. You couldn't tell if he noticed or not, his face unwavering.

“Why do you disobey me? I only want you to get proper sleep yet you never seem to stay in bed.”

“I-I’m just not tired.” 

You softly responded, frowning slightly. Your response only caused Dark Cacao to sigh. His hand left your chin and instead grasped yours. He gently began to pull you towards the direction of your bedroom, keeping you in sight. You were surprised by the sudden touch. Dark Cacao never really showed much affection to you, other than the rare occurring hugs he gave you when you were feeling sad.

Nevertheless, you followed him. His hand holding yours felt comforting. You pressed closer against his arm and held his hand with both of your own. He seemed to be surprisingly fine with this. He even wrapped his arm gently around your shoulder, pulling you against his side. You closed your eyes and leaned against him, feeling his footsteps slow to allow you to comfortably keep up. 

“Let's get you back to bed.”

You raised no objections and only let out a low hum. This time, you would listen to his orders and do as he said. You would only continue to hope tomorrow would have something more eventful in store for you. You were only hoping however, but it was the least you could do. It’s not like you could ever leave anyways.

(Idk what this really was I kinda just based some of this fic off a song.)

[pilotingdreammsss]

Hello again!

You don't have to do this request immediately if you're busy but I have a new request.

Basically, I'm wanting more Yandere Caregiver Dark Cacao Cookie and Regressor reader. Your last one was basically perfect!

This time, I'm thinking about Y/n making a different path in the timeline.

Basically, they point out Dark Choco Cookie's cursed sword while regressed and ends up somehow helping Dark Cacao Cookie realize that his original child isn't in control of his own actions. This could then lead to Dark Cacao Cookie then trying to break the curse and get his son back. Eventually, the curse gets broken but it leaves his son using regression to help cope with what he experienced under Dark Enchantress Cookie's control.

To try and put it more simply if that was too complicated, basically Reader is in a regressed state and points out the cursed sword. Curse gets broken and Dark Choco Cookie becomes a regressor for his father to care for as well as becoming the brother of Reader.

Or you could just do whatever you want with Yandere Caregiver Dark Cacao cookie. I don't mind if you do decide to do that!

If this too complicated, you don't have to do it. Hope you have a nice day/night!

-❄💗🖋

Welcome back, ❄️💗🖋 anon! A frequent visitor to my writing shop, I see... Or am I a frequent writer, hmmm...

I will follow your prompt to the best of my abilities! Nothing too complex here, don't worry! (｢• ω •)｢ (⌒ω⌒`)

Winter pains ೃ⁀➷

Warnings: Age regression, Yandere behavior (mild), general family angst. Discretion is advised.

"Red mist.. sword... Dark Choco Cookie...."

Thus, that was your full capability to describe what you had seen. Something Dark Cacao Cookie could only knit his brows together at - try as he might, he could not decipher what you were saying. He'd toiled with the question since your meeting with Dark Choco Cookie. Where he'd had to pry you away from his cape out of fear his... unpredictability would cause him to lash out against you. Why you'd been so insistent to cling to him was lost on Dark Cacao Cookie. He's narrowed his eyes, grabbed at you and hoisted you up into his arms.

When he'd dropped you off into your room, to confront his son, he'd noticed a certain melancholy in his eye. A deep regret, a grip on the sword that was too loose to indicate he wanted to fight. Dark Cacao Cookie could only hesitate. The sword slips out of his son's hand, both of them flinch as the sword clatters onto the floor, crystal shattering upon impact. The shards flicker, though it's a dying light, a distress signal.

"My...son..."

No-one says anything.

*ೃ༄ Thus, starts the pull - Dark Choco Cookie notices how fatherly his father had become. He didn't quite remember him acting like this when he was a child. Had he truly changed? Gentle hands holding you, hushed voices, none of the scolding he'd received when he was a child. How curious - you had healed through regression, and Dark Cacao Cookie had healed through yours. Just seeing you slip into little space made Dark Choco Cookie feel small, too. He doesn't push the feeling away this time, he's safe now, he can embrace it too.

*ೃ༄ You start to push him to regress too - at first together, he's much too awkward to be in the presence of his father. You pull out that side of him - the two of you play-fight without the obligation to become warriors, make snowmen with reckless abandon, colour and indulge without the fear of growing up. You begin to consider him a brother to you. You're his little sibling, too.

*ೃ༄ He still feels that pang when you run to his father, when he calls you 'little one' and you exclaim 'Papa!' at him. You push him further, to approach your collective caregiver, when Dark Cacao Cookie drapes his arms around his son, grip stable, but never too tight... Dark Choco Cookie feels an emanating warmth, something he'd last felt in his childhood.

*ೃ༄ Now that you two came as a package bundle, both of you were under his protection! No bigots, weirdos or meanies would leave unscathed! Once again, he never once allows you two to see the carnage, keep playing, Dad just needs to take care of that meanie that shouted at you in the street. Neither of you will ever see them again, ever!

*ೃ༄ Dark Choco Cookie is usually the one approaching your caregiver to layout your shared intentions - whether it's a request for a certain food, or a certain toy or game. He's your self appointed big brother, he does what he must do to aid his little sibling (even if you're older than him.)

*ೃ༄Speaking of food, shared jelly or jelly paste, jellybean jam eaten from the jar with messy hands, milk pudding... Dark Cacao Cookie wants you to grow big and strong, only the best for his children! You're served on patterned plates and with the best cutlery in the castle. Even then, the two of you still sneak shovelling some of the clean snow outside into your mouth, even when your father explicitly forbids it. A sneaky little rebellion won't hurt once in a while...

*ೃ༄There's not much to rebel against anyway.

A/N: Sorry this took a while! It took a few rewrites, hehe. It may be a bit on the shorter side cause ya boy ran outta ideas, hehe.

[pianocat939]

Am not sure if you're taking request or write for kingdom but if so

Dark Cacao x dragon!reader?Possibly The reader working with Dark Enchantress trying to take down the kingdom like in chapter 13-14? Then getting captured after getting caught by one of the warriors? The rest is up to you

Could I possibly go by 🕯️?

I might not have declared this enough but yes, I do take Kingdom requests.

Welcome to the forever cursed blog 🕯anon.

The canon story might change a little bit but not too much. MC is allies with D. Enchantress cookie but they’re not a part of the villains. (I wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a Yandere, but if not then I’ll rewrite it) Btw, MC’s font is red this time.

Tw: Kidnapping (kinda), Betrayal, violence, mentions of blood (jam), MC cries a bit, There’s a reference to DILF but not in story (don’t judge me ok)

(I went off from the request sorry.)

Broken Walls

• “Y/n Dragon, do you swear to protect the Dark Cacao Kingdom and its descendants with every breath and claw?” The king spoke, his thick Hanbok flutters in the wind, like a flag on a battlefield.

(한복, aka Hanbok is traditional Korean clothing btw)

• A cookie dragon stands before him, their eyes stinging from the snow and wind. “I swear to protect your kingdom and its descendants, my King; in return, I require respect and acceptance from your subjects, and yourself.”

• The Licorice Sea’s waves crashes against the walls, trying to erode the cocoa blocks.

• It was an unusually cold and bitter day, even for the Dark Cacao Kingdom; this day however, was the establishment of the alliance between the Dark Cacao Kingdom and Y/n Dragon.

• “Then I, Dark Cacao Cookie, will bring respect and acceptance to your table. For our reunion!” He bows, showing great respect and honor.

• “For our reunion!” Y/n Dragon does the same, bowing in a sharp angle.

• What a rigid but serene day it was, if only the rebellion hadn’t occurred.

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• “Get out of our kingdom! Get out of our kingdom!” A group of Cacao cookies chant, holding up Pujok(s) with ‘Protection’ written upon them.

(부적, Pujok is a blessing paper/amulet)

• The cookies are trying to get the Dragon out of their Kingdom, despite what Dark Cacao cookie swore to do.

• Y/n Dragon lay in their home, trying to keep the protestants from tearing into the paper screens.

• They feel betrayed and angered. Did Dark Cacao forget what they agreed on?! What was even the purpose of the alliance when the other couldn’t fulfill the promise?

• Having enough with the mistreatment, the saddened dragon went to the back door. As soon as they step outside, the cold surrounds their entire being. The air was crisp, invading their body in a soothing way.

• With the abundant of space, Y/n Dragon turns into their Dragon form and flies away.

• As they fly, the snow falling down makes it difficult to see; a punishment for being in the eternal winter-land.

• When the cookies see that the dragon hears their wishes, they cheer. Finally, that wretched dragon was gone from their homeland!

• “Move out my way my subjects!” Their kings yells, trying to slice through the crowd. He enters the newly abandoned home, and kneels in defeat.

• He was a failure, a disappointment, for his friend, ally, and the one he loved most.

• “I will bring you back, Y/n Dragon; I will never let any of the my subjects treat you in such horrendous ways ever again.”

• He then motions his soldiers over, standing up once more. “I want all of their things transported to the Citadel, make sure they’re handled with extreme caution. One rip, and I will bring retribution.”

• As the soldiers go to work, he appears in front of the crowd’s eyes again. “My subjects…You have disappointed me, and now, you will be punished. You have broken our laws and alliance, so you shall be guilty of your actions.”

• The crowd panics, then try to desperately apologize to Dark Cacao, but he pays them no mind.

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• “While we are infiltrating the Citadel, you will be attacking the towers from above, correct?” Pomegranate questions, confirming the plan.

• “Yes, there may be watchers and soldiers flooding the walls so be wary of them.” The dragon responds, looking at the Kingdom below.

• “Don’t worry, with Dark Choco by our side we shall have no complications.” She motions over to Dark Choco, who stands with an indescribable expression.

• “Defeat your father once and for all, Dark Choco. For me, and the Soul Jam.” The dragon then takes off, on their way to attack.

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• “My king, won’t you eat some of these delicious rainbow jellies? Their quite tasteful you know.” An attendant suggests, holding the desserts in an appetizing manner.

• “Later, I have something to attend to.” He ignores their concern and shuts himself in his personal chamber.

• He goes over to a shrine placed near his Yo. On one of the shelves of the shrine is a portrait. A portrait of Y/n Dragon.

(요, Yo is a traditional sleeping mat)

• He lights up an incense stick and sticks it in the ash pot. He silently prays, then proceeds to mutter, “My adored one, please come back to me.”

• “Your majesty! The walls are being attacked by monsters and- and Y/n Dragon!” The servant from before calls, hidden by the paper screens.

• Dark Cacao’s eyes flung wide open, in shock of the return. “Prepare for battle! Tell them that I will deal with the dragon personally!”

• He’ll finally have them back.

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• The towers crumble from Y/n Dragon’s flames. The watchers were no use against the beast.

• The attacker then places their claws upon the wall, slightly crumbling it. “Dark Cacao Kingdom! Your doom has arisen! For your betrayal to me will beat down the walls and flood you with the Licorice Sea!”

• “Y/n Dragon! Please, our people have realized our mistakes! We know we have done wrong! But please, spare our kingdom!” A senior watcher yells, kneeling down and clasping their hands together in defeat.

• “Your time is over! There is no room for pleading!” More towers crumble, falling down into the abyss below.

• In the distance, a sword shines purple. Right in the direction of the Dragon’s back.

• “Blame it on yourselves and your king for the rest of this falling kingdom!” They roar once more, unaware of the cookie ambushing them from behind.

• The grape jam sword slashes into the dragon’s back, spilling red jam all over the snow and cacao bricks. The searing pain makes the dragon cry, falling off into the Licorice Sea.

• Due to their growing weakness, Y/n Dragon turns into their cookie from, floating on the shallow side of the sea.

• Had they lost…Already?

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• In the King’s chambers, a small fire is lit, covered by a frame to stop it from spreading. It was warm, but in the corners of the room it was still bitter cold. Near the fire sat a couple—Dark Cacao and Y/n Dragon.

• Dark Cacao sits on a cushion crossed-legged. On his lap was Y/n Dragon, sleeping while they lean on his junction between the neck and shoulder. The two are coveted by a thick blanket, ensuring that the cold wouldn’t pierce their bodies.

• A few moments later, Y/n Dragon slowly wakes up, unaware of their current environment. They start to look around, trying to take-in where they are.

• “You’re awake. Good, I was worrying if you were going to end up well.” Dark Cacao confesses, holding their body tighter to his. Y/n Dragon realizes who the cookie was and starts to struggle.

• “Let me go! I don’t want to be in the Kingdom that betrayed me! Especially with you!” As they try to break free, a sharp pain from their backside stops them.

• The King’s expression darkens, “Don’t move, the injury on your back is still fresh.” He carefully nuzzles against the crown of their head, his best attempt at showing affection.

• “Let me go. Please, I don’t want to be hated again.” Y/n Dragon bats his face away, but fails from their weariness.

• Dark Cacao hesitantly pecks their hair, remorse consuming his heart. “I know that my subjects disrespected you. It was my fault, but I won’t let it happen again. This time, I’ll keep you right by my side.” Y/n Dragon silently sheds a tear.

• “I don’t know anymore. I trusted you with my entire being, but a year before I left they- they-” Y/n Dragon couldn’t finish their sentence and looks down in tears. “Started to mistreat me.”

• “I know, I know. No need to dwell on those cruel people. I’ve rightfully punished them.” He lifts a nearby cup full with steaming tea. “Drink this and go back to sleep. We have a grand ceremony to go through tomorrow.” Y/n Dragon obediently accepts the tea, the liquid supplying them with warmth.

• “What do you mean by grand ceremony?” Dark Cacao slightly smiles, staring into the bright flame.

• “I told you I would keep you by my side. To do that, we are going to wed.” The dragon’s tail springs up in surprise.

• “W-what? That’s so sudden!” He rubs their shoulder to relax them, his hair brushes against their hands while doing so.

• “I know it is. I would have courted you first, but considering the state of the Kingdom and the lack of time, this is the only option.”

• If only they had broken those walls, then maybe they wouldn’t have been here.

(I’m sorry for this lazy edit lmaooo)

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This is a really good work in my opinion. It just flows so well.

Writing this was extremely enjoyable. Anything from the Dark Cacao Kingdom is easy to write for me because I live in a place where it’s winter for 9 months. I easily understand the environment so I really love writing for it.

Nice DILF content.

- Celina

[itsabouttimex2]

Mournful Blizzard

(Yandere Father Dark Cacao)

You aren’t in your room. You never are. Even with the new locks and chains, you always find a way to break out and slink through his castle.

Just because you aren’t where you belong doesn’t mean he doesn’t know where to find you, though.

He treks through the cold, uninviting halls of his castle, storming straight to the room of his “estranged” son, throwing the door open with fury in his eyes.

“I am getting entirely too used to hunting you down, and I-“

He cuts himself off when he sees you, because your condition right now switches his fury to concern.

He stalks closer, observing your trembling form as you curl under Dark Choco’s old blankets, every inch of your dough shivering without stop. He comes close enough to reach out and touch you, clicking his tongue as he does.

“Foolish child… you should have come to me at once.”

He pulls you out of his son’s long abandoned blankets, wrapping you up in his fur-lined cape instead. He takes your shivering form into his arms, lifting you easily off the bed. You’re entirely too easy to carry, and he wonders if you’ve been getting enough to eat recently. There’ll be time to amend that later.

He carries you back to your room, watching as you quake with each of his steps.

“Hiding away in your brother’s room instead of informing me of your illness… reckless, foolhardy child.” His tone is one of scolding, hard and cold. He puts particular emphasis onto illness, and you know exactly why.

He’s seen countless friends and comrades fall to the freezing cold of this land, dough cracked and split by the temperature. His own child, his remaining child, will not be one of the casualties of winter.

His thinking might be a bit extreme for what’s probably a minor illness that’ll pass in a few days, but to him? Safe is better than sorry. Safe is better than burying a child. Safe is better than losing the last of his family.

He steps into your room, his eyes narrowing at the picture on your nightstand. It’s Dark Choco, elegant frame decorated with white and black lace. Next to it is a picture of Caramel Arrow, feathers and bowstrings tangling around the frame.

You still miss them. Of course you do. Without them, you’re locked up all alone in this palace, your door hung with heavy locks and chains. You had long learned to pick them, but the fact that they were there was more than bad enough on it’s own. But your father was not willing to compromise your safety to satiate your desire for freedom.

He bundles you under the thick wolf-fur blanket on your bed, then retrieves another from your dresser, giving you two heavy layers of warmth. He doesn’t seem satisfied with those alone, but doesn’t push the matter. All he does is…

Reach out, and brush your hair from your face. You lean your cheek into the palm of his hardened hand, and he spends a moment dragging his thumb in circles around your cheek, savoring the contact.

He’s not the best father. But there’s no denying that he loves you. Maybe a little too much.

[yanderes-galore]

Can you do yandere Ancients Hero reaction when they figure out reader marry them only because of their status, power and wealth not because reader love them ? I crave for some angst.

I usually don't do this many characters so the HCs will be short... However, I feel certain CRK characters are a package deal.

Yandere! Ancient Heroes with Darling betraying them

(Small HCs - Excludes White Lily due to plot)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Self depreciation (Pure Vanilla), Delusional behavior, Angst, Kidnapping/Imprisonment, Worship yandere (Pure Vanilla), Denial, Possessive behavior, Isolation, Golden Cheese is your sugar mommy, Dubious/Forced relationship.

Pure Vanilla

Pure Vanilla attempts to be understanding of your betrayal.

It does break his heart into just about a million crumbs... However, Pure Vanilla seems like he'd just blame himself for your betrayal.

After all, if you used him... Then he must have done something wrong.

Pure Vanilla is probably the easiest one to manipulate.

He's so caught up in what feels like 'true love' that he doesn't notice you aren't genuine at first.

Ever kiss, every hug... it all felt like you loved him.

He's convinced you love him.

He values your input and consent, he dedicates himself to you fully.

Even the wedding is rather traditional, him kissing you by the altar as you become united.

At first, Pure Vanilla is deep in his fantasies.

He's convinced you're perfect, practically worshipping the ground you walk on despite being a king.

Although... Soon you show your true colors.

You become distant and only act affectionate to fool those around you.

Pure Vanilla quickly becomes... delusional.

Maybe you're just in a mood?

Maybe he's done something wrong?

He's unable to think that you're uninterested in him.

He's given you so much... yet he's so willing to give you everything just so you love him.

He's a submissive yandere, constantly buying you gifts and offering affection just for your attention.

He doesn't want to lose you.

In fact, he allows you to have anything you want as long as it means he won't be alone.

You want power and fame? Fine...

Just don't leave him... Please love him

He's not manipulative, you're the one manipulating you.

He'll be your submissive husband and toy if it means he doesn't feel alone.

While it hurts him that your love isn't exactly as he imagined...

Pure Vanilla will be compliant, willing to be your little pawn and be used in whatever way you wish...

All he asks for in return is for you to at least pretend to love him... or love him genuinely at some point.

Hollyberry

Hollyberry is delusional, just not believing you're using her.

Part of her probably knows better, telling her a sweet cookie like you was just using her.

However, she's always been a rather jolly soul.

She's a cookie who loves to party, who cherishes friendship and happiness above everything else.

She no doubt met you at one of her grand parties and fell for you.

You were such a sweet cookie for her... She couldn't help but want to smother you.

Hollyberry is an intense lover, alway dragging you for drinking and dancing.

You were simply putting up an act, knowing if you tolerate her behavior you can have access to her kingdom.

Hollyberry is overwhelming, giving you all sorts of courtship gifts.

She's affectionate and loud... Especially when she proposes.

She wants to wed you, to make you her sweet spouse!

You accept, after all, you're after power.

Afterwards you become apathetic to Hollyberry's many parties and affection.

She doesn't understand it, it probably doesn't occur to her that you're trying to use her.

She just assumes you're feeling insecure and tries to help you feel better through more parties and contests.

She's all sweet smiles, holding you close and claiming loudly that she adores you.

It isn't until you break her fantasy by snapping at her that you don't love her that she gets upset.

She doesn't want to believe that.

She tells you that you must just be... overwhelmed.

She'll try to give you your space... but she'll be back to love you!

Hollyberry is either oblivious or willingly ignoring the fact you're using her.

Who cares? She has you and she can love you all she wants now!

Sure, maybe you don't love her now...

Yet maybe she can change that with enough dedication to show you you're perfect together!

Dark Cacao

Dark Cacao is stern and no doubt forces you to be corrected.

He's a cookie focused on protecting his subjects and kingdom.

He has had his fair share of usurpers in his long life.

I imagine it takes a long time for him to get attached to you due to all of his experiences.

Unfortunately, you abuse such trust.

You whisper sweet words to him, giving him soft smiles that melt his cold heart.

The stoic ruler's facade cracks around you, making him go a bit soft as he speaks with you.

Dark Cacao thought he could trust you, he thought he could finally find someone to love after so many years.

You two would spend many long snows together, perhaps even sharing kisses in secret.

Soon enough Dark Cacao gives you what you want... He marries you to make you his.

All he really wants is to make you his, to protect you like he does his kingdom.

Things went well... the wedding was dark and small, yet it meant so much to him.

Yet... months later you snap his trust in half, like it doesn't matter.

As time goes on, you become colder to him, often trying to take over his duties.

It isn't long before you slip up and Dark Cacao realizes you're simply another usurper using his vulnerability against him.

While he'd normally have you executed... He can't.

Even after you betrayed him, he still married you because he loved you.

So... He takes a different approach.

He punishes you... forcing you to be isolated and only allows himself to see you.

He orders for you to be sealed in a private cell in the dungeons.

Guards often watch you unless Dark Cacao is there.

He didn't wish to imprison his love... He was hoping he could take a chance.

He was hoping he could find someone to love and support him.

However... If you're simply going to betray him...

He'll force you to crave him.

He'll isolate you, he'll be the only cookie you properly see.

If you don't love or need him like he does with you...

He'll just mold you into the way he wants you to be, just to have that happy ending he craves.

Golden Cheese

Golden Cheese may make things transactional between you if it means she still garners your attention.

After all, you both have a certain greed to you.

Sheesh... if you just wanted riches, you could've told her!

Golden Cheese is willing to smother her obsession in golden riches as long as you love her.

Essentially, with no other way to say it, Golden Cheese would just be a sugar mommy to you.

If you marry her, be a part of her kingdom, and pledge yourself to be hers as her most beloved treasure...

She'd practically give you anything in exchange for your worship.

At first when she's courting you she's already giving you all sorts of gold.

She pampers you in affection, sitting you in her lap as she peppers you in kisses.

It isn't surprising that she proposes to you, wanting your hand in marriage.

She does it out of greed, no doubt to keep you in her kingdom.

So, this is just two greedy people benefiting from each other.

When she notices you acting colder or prioritizing riches over her... She's both hurt and impressed.

Ah, no wonder she fell for you...

You're just as greedy as her.

She'll confront you, tell you she knows your whole plan... then give you a choice.

She could simply have you thrown into the dungeons until you learn to respect her and her kingdom... or...

She could make this so you both benefit.

You can have anything you want but her Soul Jam... in return, she just asks you to worship and love her.

You're both greedy cookies, yes?

Why not satiate both of your desires?

While she is originally hurt... Golden Cheese is quick to use your greed against you.

Sure... you can have fame and riches...

So long as you promise yourself to her and no one else, she'd practically give you the world.

[fixated-cookies]

I…. LOVE YOUR WORK!!! It’s so amazing and I love love love it!!!

I just can’t get it out of my head of a Yandere!Dark Cacao. Walk with me here. I personally think that he’s the type to not really fall in love easily. It takes a lot of work and effort on his end to even be receptive of that. So when these strong, needy feelings fill him over someone he doesn’t know too well…

He can’t get it out of his head. Let’s say he’s only seen them in passing before, like reader is in his kingdom but he doesn’t interact with them regularly. But suddenly The King of the Dark Cacao kingdom is seen walking the streets more often, in hopes of seeing them again.

Then it turns to obsession. Then using his kingly powers to get them in his court, then to his bed. I know bro has a breeding kink lmaoooo.

a slow burn, I see? Forgive me if any of this is out of character as I haven't met him in the game yet so the beginning of this fic may be inaccurate but I did listen to his voicelines for about twenty minutes and skimmed over the fandom character site for him.

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warning- SMUT, yandere, mentions of pregnancy

Ooooh, imagine this—he rarely leaves the castle, his world confined within the cold stone walls, weighed down by duty, regret, and solitude. He does not seek company. He does not expect anything new. And yet…One day, he steps outside. Maybe it’s just a rare moment where the crushing silence of his throne room feels too heavy.

And that’s when he sees you.

A fleeting moment. A mere glance. Perhaps you're just speaking with a vendor, your voice barely audible over the cold wind. Perhaps you're helping a child who tripped on a rock, your warmth a stark contrast to the frozen world around you. Unremarkable to anyone else… but to him? He stops. He watches. It’s almost infuriating.

You, a mere presence in his kingdom, have unsettled him. And as he turns to retreat back to the castle, he realizes something far more troubling. Your presence won't leave his thoughts. You have never even spoken to the man yet you have left a mark. He grumbles endlessly about it.

and so, the King begins to walk the streets more often. He convinces himself it's for patrols, for the safety of his people. But the truth?

He is searching for you.

Can you imagine if one day while you're going about your business, you suddenly notice a heavy presence nearby. A shadow cast over you, unmoving. And when you finally turn to look…Dark Cacao Cookie is standing there. The King. Your King. The one who rarely leaves his throne, let alone engages with common folk. His gaze is piercing, unreadable, as if he’s measuring you. But then, after a long pause, his deep voice rumbles through the cold air:

"you..."

His voice is deep, but there's an edge of hesitation in it. As if he's still questioning why he’s even speaking to you.You, of course, are stunned. Why wouldn't you be? The King—who rarely steps outside his castle, much less engages in small talk—is addressing you.

“I have noticed you… around the kingdom.” A pause. He’s trying to find his words, but his social skills have long withered in his isolation. There’s a stiffness to him, a rigidity that makes the moment feel almost unnatural.Then, in an attempt at conversation—because he needs to keep talking to you—he says something so unintentionally flat and awkward.

“… You frequent the markets.”

It’s not a question. Just a statement. A simple observation that lacks the warmth and fluidity of normal conversation. If you respond kindly, maybe laughing softly at his bluntness, his grip on his sword tightens slightly—a subtle reaction to the unfamiliar feeling stirring within him.

If you seem nervous, he catches it immediately. It makes him falter. Has he… frightened you?

He does not know how to approach this properly. He is not Affogato Cookie, who weaves lies like silk. He is not Pure Vanilla Cookie, who speaks with the ease of a gentle ruler. He is Dark Cacao Cookie—a warrior first, a king second, and a man who has long since forgotten how to be anything else. Yet, for some reason, he finds himself wanting to try.

Since that fateful interaction, you'll find yourself catching glimpses of him on the streets more often. At first, it’s coincidental. Or so you think. You’re at the marketplace again, minding your business, admiring some fabrics, when a shadow looms behind you. That deep, stern voice breaks the air.

“… That color does not suit you.”

You nearly jump out of your skin. Turning around, you find him. Dark Cacao Cookie, standing far too close, his sharp gaze fixated on the fabric in your hands.

Before you can question his sudden presence, he’s already handing the merchant payment—for a different fabric. A color he believes suits you better. A color he has chosen for you. You try to protest. He doesn’t let you. “You will take it.” His tone is absolute, the voice of a king who is not used to being refused. But there’s something else underneath it. Something… softer.

Almost like he’s asking you to accept it.

From that moment on, you notice it more and more.

The times where you think you are alone are often moments where he is there. You sit beneath the castle walls, enjoying the crisp mountain air? Suddenly, he’s there, standing just a few feet away, arms crossed, his heavy gaze resting upon you. Saying nothing. Just… watching. You pretend not to notice.

You walk through the halls, your footsteps echoing? At some point, his own join yours.

The strangest part?

It never feels like an order. He never demands your presence—he simply invites himself. A king with all the power in the world, and yet, when it comes to you… he is subtle, well as subtle as he can get. And when you see the way his dark, brooding expression softens—just the slightest—when you accept his silent companionship…You realize.

He is lonely. So who are you to say no... One day, he does more than just linger in your company.

"Walk with me."

It is not a request. It is a command. You follow. The castle halls are as cold as the blizzards beyond its walls, and yet, standing beside him, you feel something else—a weight. A silent gravity that pulls you further into his world. "There are too many untrustworthy eyes in my court." He says this without looking at you, his voice low, contemplative. "I require a presence I can rely on."The implication sinks in slowly. He means you. A mere civilian, now being offered—no, chosen—to stand among his retainers, to serve within his court.

And when you hesitate—because how could you not?—his gaze finally meets yours, and for the first time, you see something beyond that cold exterior. Something dangerous. Something desperate."I do not choose lightly," he tells you, as if that alone should quell your concerns. "Do not disappoint me..." And he walks off.

welp...At first you thought you were to become a run-of-the-mill servant, managing documents or assisting with the kingdom’s daily affairs. But no—you are his personal retainer. Which within itself comes with a multitude of responsibilities. You are always near him. Always. If he’s in the throne room? You’re beside him. If he’s overseeing military drills? You’re standing behind him. If he’s having private strategy meetings?

You’re the one bringing in the tea, catching glimpses of war plans you were never meant to see. You handle his personal affairs. If he needs something done, you do it. Not another retainer, not an attendant—you. Delivering messages, overseeing his meals, ensuring his chambers are in order. It’s suffocating. It’s too much. The weight of his attention is unbearable. The King of the Dark Cacao Kingdom is a man of few words, but when he speaks to you, his voice is never without purpose. His words are never wasted. And worst of all? He watches. Always.

The moment you finally break—when you let the weight of your duties, your exhaustion, your fears spill from your lips—Dark Cacao Cookie says nothing at first. His piercing violet eyes study you in silence, unreadable as ever, his face softens. For a long, suffocating moment, you think you’ve made a grave mistake. Then, in that deep, resolute voice of his, he utters something that changes everything.

"Very well."

You don’t understand what he means, not at first. But the very next day, your role has shifted. You are no longer his retainer. No more early mornings preparing for court. No more long hours standing at his side in the freezing cold. No more drowning in responsibilities, wondering if you’ll ever get a moment to yourself.

Instead, you are kept. Now, you have retainers. You have a chamber away from the bitter chill of the outside world, draped in furs and silks, warm and untouched by the endless snow. You are given meals hand-prepared to suit your tastes, no longer the same rations as the knights. Dark Cacao Cookie’s presence is a constant—always near, always watching, always ensuring you are comfortable, well-fed, warm. If you so much as shiver, a thick fur-lined cloak is draped over your shoulders before you can even voice a complaint. If you seem distant, his voice—low and firm—reminds you that you have no need to worry anymore.

Your confusion lingers—an uneasy weight in your chest—until the moment you find yourself pinned beneath him in his chambers.

Dark Cacao Cookie looms over you, his heavy frame caging you in, his hands pressed firm against the mattress on either side of your head. His armor is gone, leaving only the thick fabric of his robes and the heat of his body so close, too close.

"You wanted this, did you not?" His voice is a low rumble, rougher than usual, his restraint a fragile thread threatening to snap.You don’t know how to answer. You don’t even know what this is anymore.

All you know is that his gaze is devouring you whole, his presencesuffocating, overwhelming, and despite the storm of emotions twisting inside you—you cannot move. He looks over you with a gaze that's deep and intense. You're right about him having a breeding kink, its actually rather intense. The moment you give him permission for him to show you the depth of his obsession love, you will find his fingers trailing beneath your thighs tenderly. Just for him to grab them and fold you like a damn chair. Your knees to your chest while he gazes at your sopping pussy like a starved man, who knows when was the last time he's gotten some? He's not holding back.

Not when he’s spent so long buried beneath duty and solitude, his heart a frozen wasteland—only for you to appear, thawing him with your presence. Not when these feelings have been simmering beneath the surface, growing stronger with each passing day. And certainly not when you’ve finally given him permission to indulge in what he’s been denying himself for so, so long.

You feel it in the way his grip tightens, in the way his massive frame envelops you completely. His eyes, dark and intense, speak of hunger—one that has been ignored for far too long. "You will endure," he says, more to himself than to you. A promise. A warning.

And when his cock sinks into your cunt, when his hair falls beneath the sides of your face, and a couple months down the lines when you pop out your first, just know it was him who claimed you.

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we wont talk about how long this took me to finish, I get dried out of ideas towards the end that's why its rushed :(( also my laptop has been glitching for some reason hmm... I think I wrote cacao here to be too strict, he's gentle but also is a warrior at the same time and I think I was having trouble showing that, aww man.

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