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coraxtheclown · 4 months

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a normal affocream fic

now, this may not be the most lore accurate situation and Clotted Cream may or may not be slightly ooc, but who cares >:D

To be summoned to Clotted Cream Cookie’s office was always a delight to Affogato Cookie. as he entered and turned to the consul, he smiled and closed the door behind him.

“good evening, my consul. do you require my advice? or my assistance.”

he had been in the Creme Republic helping the Consul for a while now. even though some of his proposals were still denied, it helped the Consul get a little time off and gave him the ability to have a bit more power in the republic.

“yes, hello, please come in. and please, lock the door?” he stated, motioning the other inside as he set down his pen. this made Affogato slightly excited and he smiled and obeyed, shutting the door and locking it.

“how may i assist you, my Consul?”

his love for the consul had been something in the air since they just met, if we’re completely honest. he hadn’t tried to keep the secret, and it was just a fact that everyone knew now. nobody truly minded except the elders and his father.

“i wanted to address some,… allegations, against you.” Clotted Cream said, his hands now folded neatly on his desk. however, his words made the other’s stomach drop. he felt a bit nervous now as he visibly tensed up, and quickly rushed to defend himself.

“if they are from the Dark Cacao kingdom, darling, i d-“ he started, but the consul quickly interrupted him.

“no, not those.”

“i see.” he responded, now relaxing his nerves. “so what may they be, darling?” he asked as he watched the other hesitate for a moment, before looking him dead in the eyes and asking,

“have you told anyone that we are in a relationship…?” he asked nervously. it felt like an odd question, yes, but the rumors of their alleged relationship had made their way back to him. it was true, they had talked about their feelings for one another. but they had agreed that it was for the better to delay making anything official, or public. Affogato looked at the consul with a smile. as he started getting closer to the consul.

“are we not, my love?”

“Affogato Cookie.. do not do this with me. we have already established that we are most certainly are not for the time being.” he shut his eyes and looked away from the other.

“ah, but darl-“ he started, before once again being interrupted by the other.

“silence. Affogato Cookie, please dispel these rumors, at once. we already established tha-“ before he could finish, Affogato, without a second thought, kissed the consul (on the lips😨) and looked at him with pure love in his eyes until he closed them and was pushed away. the consul completely caught off guard, though he shut his eyes for a moment and enjoyed it before reality hit him again and he pushed Affogato away.

“i- uh-… i have to go-“ he muttered as he quickly went for the door before his hand was taken by Affogato. he turned him around and started backing him to the wall.

“ah-uh- Affogato- i have things to attend to-“ he quickly got around him and again went for the door, unlocking it instantly and running out the door with his face, now completely red, burried in his hands. Financier Cookie, who had been on her way to the office, spotted him and tried to start a conversation.

“ah, Consul, i was- Consul?” she watched in confusion as he ignored her and quickly rushed to his chambers. Affogato Cookie smiled sweetly from the office, and decided since the consul would be gone to do some of his work. after all, he’d just look over it and approve/disapprove certain things he had done in it.

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coraxtheclown · 4 months

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another affocream thing

can you tell i have a type?

also this one is much shorter than the other so yeah

party after party— it was absolutely ridiculous. the crowdedness, the loudness, and keeping a good presentation in front of his father on top of it all? Clotted Cream Cookie felt like a mess, ridiculously tired. he figured he would finish his work tomorrow, assuming Affogato had not, and felt quite the excitement retiring to the silence and solidarity of his chambers.

he sighed, took his clothes to the restroom attached to his chambers and changed- which was a new normal for him, before quickly climbing into his bed and laying down, but then sighing and turning over to meet Affogato face to face. he didn’t feel like speaking, he had nothing to say, and he wanted to allow his expression to do the work for him. alas, he forgot for a moment he didn’t have a choice but to speak to get over that feeling and that his father would want him to use his words.

“…what are you doing in my chambers Affogato Cookie.”

Affogato shushed the consul with a smile, having seen his lingering discomfort from the parities he was forced to attend earlier. instead, he offered his arm to him, offering for them to snuggle up together.

“no need to use your words my dear. i can see your thoughts just fine.”

Clotted Cream Cookie smiled, and decided to accept the invitation and shift himself into Affogato Cookie’s arms without another word. it was comforting, just to be held in the quiet safety of him. he felt so safe— so at home whenever Affogato was around. moments like this were those that he would dream of. on the thought of dreams, he already felt himself slipping into one, a warm dream, but nowhere near as warm as he felt in Affogato’s arms. Affogato stroked the other’s hair gently and admired the consul, already dead sleep in his arms. he gently kissed him on the forehead and allowed his eyes to flutter shut. he knew was safe and loved holding Clotted Cream Cookie in his arms, and he that he always would be. it was beyond comforting to have him close, just as close as the comfortable dream approaching his mind as he slowly drifted into sleep himself.

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coraxtheclown · 5 months

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explaining my Affocream stuff(?)

keep in mind i’m not done with Oddessy so once i am it may likely change but keep the same main points

firstly, on the topic of how Affogato got there in the first place, he appeared during the council in the vanilla kingdom. as pissed off as everyone was, Pure Vanilla preached some shit about second chances and blah blah blah redemption arcs, and they agreed to let him say *some* stuff. he was very limited in words, which was fine with him since his mission was to gain information about what their plans were and ways on how to stop their advances. he was also useful to the council by giving inside knowledge about where the CoD were that may or may not have been fake :^ on the other hand, there were definitely some interesting faces in his opinion, like the consul. in other words he thought clotted cream was cute and putting on a persona that he wanted to break. after odessy (again, i have 0 idea how odessy ends so don’t @ me) he kinda said something like this (assuming it ended in the republic)

affogato: *sigh* well, i guess i’ll go be a nomad…

clotted cream: wdym

affo: *sighhhhhh* i don’t have anywhere to go now that this is over and i’m not with the CoS

clotted: wow that sucks

affo: *SIGHHHHH* yeah, but i’ll be alright… i guess…

clotted: good to hear, gbye

affo: hey you have an extra room right?

clotted: oh yeahhhh… i did ig

clotted’s inner dialogue: nah i’m bouta ruin my chances at being liked by dark cacao even more… that’s crazy.

affo: great!! i’ll go get my stuff

clotted: huh????

affo: you’re letting me stay with you right? you won’t turn me away to nowhere… will you?

clotted: no you’re right. sure. fine. no worries

affo: yippee ><

affogato still lives with clotted a year after oddessy’s end but don’t get me wrong, he works. he’ll fill out papers for clotted cream and then clotted looks over them and will either be like “head pats for you” or “wtf were you even thinking here” and that’s usually when he’s making a small attempt to give himself some sort of power since he has none lmao. also there’s this thing about Affogato going out of his way in disrespecting the consul’s privacy. so naturally he’ll appear in clotted’s bed at night, or randomly appear holding his hand or something. clotted doesn’t mind it anymore, he’s pretty used to it. he’ll never get over Affogato appearing like a phantom in his bed at night. affogato is always there for the consul and vice versa, they’ve established that they love each other but for appearances haven’t made anything official. clotted tends to still get really flustered when Affogato will kiss him or something and Affogato literally lives for it. while Clotted is much more private with his feelings and in all honesty, could be much more affectionate, Affogato is very open about his feelings for the consul. it’s just a fact everyone knows atp and it bothers nobody. why? cuz they don’t even know Clotted feels the same. i’ll leave this rant on that note for now, this is, again, subject to change cuz for the 99th time, odessy isn’t done for me. that’s all bye bye :3

#mlm #affogato x clotted cream #affocream #crk affogato #affogato cookie #clotted cream crk #clotted cream cookie

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coraxtheclown · 5 months

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another affocream thing

can you tell i have a type?

also this one is much shorter than the other so yeah

“…what are you doing in my chambers Affogato Cookie.”

“no need to use your words my dear. i can see your thoughts just fine.”

#mlm #affocream #affogato cookie #cr kingdom #crk #crk affogato #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream crk

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coraxtheclown · 5 months

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a normal affocream fic

now, this may not be the most lore accurate situation and Clotted Cream may or may not be slightly ooc, but who cares >:D

To be summoned to Clotted Cream Cookie’s office was always a delight to Affogato Cookie. as he entered and turned to the consul, he smiled and closed the door behind him.

“good evening, my consul. do you require my advice? or my assistance.”

“how may i assist you, my Consul?”

“if they are from the Dark Cacao kingdom, darling, i d-“ he started, but the consul quickly interrupted him.

“no, not those.”

“i see.” he responded, now relaxing his nerves. “so what may they be, darling?” he asked as he watched the other hesitate for a moment, before looking him dead in the eyes and asking,

“are we not, my love?”

“Affogato Cookie.. do not do this with me. we have already established that we are most certainly are not for the time being.” he shut his eyes and looked away from the other.

“ah, but darl-“ he started, before once again being interrupted by the other.

“i- uh-… i have to go-“ he muttered as he quickly went for the door before his hand was taken by Affogato. he turned him around and started backing him to the wall.

#affogato cookie #crk affogato #clotted cream cookie #clotted cream crk #affocream #affogato x clotted cream #crk #cr kingdom #mlm

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coraxtheclown · 6 months

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our synced dreams (crk x once upon a time (an au)

there’s gonna be multiple parts, this is part 1. there’s also gonna be similar stories to this one with different people

Elias = Espresso, Maxwell = Madeleine, and Laura = Latte

“Huh? What on Earthbread is…”

“ESPRESSO COOKIE! Can you hear me!? Answer me!! ESPRESSO COOKIE?!”

“…Huh? What is going on this time?”

“!!! ESPRESSO COOKIE!!!”

And with the echoing voices floating around his head, Elias shot up from his cluttered, yet neat desk, as he frantically looked around in confusion.

‘Another cursed dream.. how did i even manage to fall asleep?’

He thought, as he rubbed the grogginess from his eyes as he sat up from his desk filled with neatly arranged books, class work, graded and ungraded, and, most importantly of all, his own research. The familiar voices rung in his ears as he stood up to make himself another coffee. he checked the time: it was 3:37 in the morning. He had so much work to do, so going back to sleep was out of the question. Though, he couldn’t get the eerie familiarity of the dream he had out of his head. The voices.. the other cookie-human. It was funny, to have a dream about gingerbread cookies speaking feel so familiar. The familiarity of these dreams was not a new feeling. Yet the odd familiarity and the unsettling coldness sent chills down his spine every time they occurred. He pulled out a sticky note and made a reminder to write about the dream in his journal. He had hope keeping a journal of these dreams would help him remember where they were from… a lost TV show, or series? Maybe an unknown video game, or a movie. But the striking resemblance in personality and voice of the knight in those dreams were so similar to that of the police chief, Malcolm. The voices were exactly the same… yet, what would make these dreams hell to experience would be the forgetting. Every person forgets a dream days, but with these dreams, the feeling would linger in everything you’d do for weeks, and you could barely remember what had even occurred.

He may as well have been on autopilot, since his thoughts had clouded what he was doing. Before he knew, he was already in the kitchen, with a mug in his hand. But, the thought of more coffee alone would make him feel worse, especially with the feeling of forgetting and regretting that was lingering in his stomach and his head. He decided take the dream notebook and to head to the local 24-hour coffee shop run by his cousin. It baffled him how she was a teacher and a café owner, but that was none of his business. However, that coffee was.

It wasn’t a far walk from his apartment complex to that coffee shop, though once he arrived, he wondered how safe it would be to travel alone there. His cousin perked up, and he was greeted with a “Going crazy again?” since she knew by now he would only come at such odd hours after a dream. It wasn’t new to her, as most people came around at odd hours after the cursed dreams. It was the reason she chose to keep her store open 24 hours, so that we could meet and talk to her or anyone else about anything, but mostly about the cookie dreams. It made him wonder if the whole town was going crazy- maybe some kind of gas leak was slowly killing them and the toxins made them hallucinate?

“Uhm hello?? Were you planning on getting something Mr. Espresso?” His cousin’s voice snapped him back into reality.

“Ah, yes. You know what i want.”

“Of course! 2.59. pay up.” He chuckled slightly and handed her 5$.

“keep the change, or donate it to charity.” he joked, trying to remove the sinking feeling of eeriness in his stomach. he sat down to write about the dream, when the bell to the entrance chimed. he looked over to see none other than the police chief, Malcolm, who’s voice and god-awful personality had made it’s way into his dream.

“Hello Laura, and good morning Elias!” he boasted as he went over to sit with him. Elias sighed, rolled his eyes, and said nothing as he continued writing about his dream.

“I had the strangest dream last night.” he started on a non-sensical decent into a story about a dream, which he was not interested in hearing due to the issues with the dream of his own.

“It has you in it, as an espresso flavored gingerbread cookie. i had found you injured, and i rescued you!”

Elias’ heart stopped for a moment. everything stopped for a moment. a dream, no, nightmare, so familiar to him it was more of a distant memory… and this dream-memory tormented not only him, but the other person involved in it? his mind started racing with all the possibilities. but he managed to choke out,

“i had the same dream..” he must’ve looked as sick or as nervous as he felt, though he had no clue what was so scary about cookies, he had a sinking feeling of fear. it was a new dread, a hole in his stomach, like a chunk of his brain had been missing, and he was right there in terms of finding it, but in the complete opposite direction. his mind was trapped in a labyrinth of possibilities, desperately taking turns for an answer, or an exit.

“Eli, are you alright?” Laura once again brought him back as she set his espresso in front of him, and a few madeleine cakes in front of the chief. he sighed and nodded, taking a sip of the drink and setting it on the table.

“i didn’t expect to be able to have the same dream at the same time. did it seem… off, in any way?” he inquired the chief.

“why yes! it felt quite familiar almost…” he happily replied, and Elias felt like he could be sick.

“it is nice to know i’m not alone in th-“ the scientist grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close to his face before demanding,

“from now on, you tell me if you dream about me. yes? even if not, write about it.” the chief nodded, and Elias sighed and let him go before realizing how awkward of a situation he had put himself in. what on earth had gotten into him, that he could grab somebody like that? he was not at all a violent person… it may have been the lack of caffeine, or the stress of these dreams weighing on him.

“i did not mean to grab you like that. apologies if the closeness made you uncomfortable.” he quickly blurted out.

“HAHA!! not to worry, Elias. i can handle every situation!” he smiled, and Elias sighed again. Laura chuckled, and the 3-way the conversation continued until morning, when they all had to separate for their work. for once, Elias went a day after a dream without the more negative feelings, as he had finally learned something: the dreams connected him to people.

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