[RE] Cookie Run Kingdom Oneshots

01 - darkcacao

I swear I'm not one of the people who sexualizes Dark Cacao... I promise. (On all seriousness, I don't do that)
Anyways; it is a firm headcanon of mine that Dark Cacao has bad vocal cords or a problem with his throat that makes his voice sound so hoarse or forced.

-11th October note
I'm so sorry that this took so long to be published. I had several personal projects to work with so I stopped updating my works on Wattpad entirely for that while. Deepest apologies.

Synopsis
   During the events of Haoyung's (Affogato Cookie) escape, Wuying (Dark Cacao Cookie) learns of his secretive plotting to take over his throne; but, seeing as Wuying was unable to punish Haoyung for it given his successful escape, Wuying takes it out on you, his follower, instead.

third person's pov

If you were to say you weren't okay with being tied up you'd be a liar. Normally you'd be alright with Haoyung handing out the punishment for misbehavior or anything he didn't like.

But.. seeing Wuying himself handing them out to you personally was a surprise.

Well, not that much to be honest. You'd been used to the cruel wintry cold of the outside, but that was when you were still in your garments.

... Without them is a completely different story. Well, at least they let you keep one article.

“I must say — I am impressed. Haoyung hid the facts right, under my nose — but cared so little for his followers,” Wuying said, breaking the silence. His hoarse voice was definitely an addition, alright.

The footsteps of his dark tinted sollerets sounded in the prison, approaching your cage, and you, in specific. “What say you, my honored guest?”

His gloved fingers lift your face up, forcing the movement of your chin, looking at Wuying.

Goddamn, you hit the jackpot, didn't you? Or this might just be your unlucky day. Could be both, really. Well, this is kind of your punishment, so it might as well be an unlucky day for you.

“Well, if you're unwilling to answer, we can leave it at that.” His fingers retracted from your face, and slammed a fist against the wall behind you immediately after.

The wall cracked from the violent impact, small and unnoticeable trails of blood following from how hard Wuying's fist met the wall, dripping down to the cold hard floor of the cell.

“I don't suppose I have to beat around the bush any longer. You know why you're chained against the wall in this very moment, boy.” Wuying said, keeping his fist on the wall.

Ah, that's right. You forgot to mention you were shackled by your arms and neck. Your legs are fine but there's not necessarily much you can do with them at the moment.

“Your 'leader' cannot be properly punished, thanks to their little escape. So instead, I'll take it on you.” Wuying's already hoarse voice kicked down a notch, sounding like a snarl from a wolf.

A particular snarl you were not willing to be hearing from Wuying in specific. You always thought that Haoyung could manage to keep Wuying's wrath at bay, but much to your dismay, you could not.

After all, there's not a bit of his entire body that doesn't hold resentment towards Haoyung in this very moment. It was only fair. “May I at least be given a non-fatal punishment, if it is in my hands to even make such a request?” You questioned with a shaky tone, wavering between fearful and confident.

“I will litter you in your own blood,” He begun explaining, taking pauses while he spoke. “To show you, that the blood, that runs in your veins... Is not one, of Haoyung's, boy.” He finished.

His hand retracted from the wall, gloved palm rubbing over your cheek serenely. It was cold; soft, but cold. “And when I'm certain... That you've shed enough blood... Perhaps, I'll have mercy upon your fate. Maybe.. I'll even consider redemption.. based on how well you take this.” And just as expected, he pulls away his hand from your face with a disgusted expression.

That expression alone is enough to remind you about how you were left behind even by one who you deemed your leader. The one who you poured your very soul out for. And even then, Haoyung abandoned you on your knees.

Left to suffer the consequences he put for himself.

And even though others managed to escape... You were the only one left behind. Left behind to simply just rot. Like Haoyung might've just planned to have happened. You hate to admit it but just the memory of that kind of betrayal both to yourself and to the kingdom you once served for even makes the light leave your eyes. A glimmer of hope would've made you happy.

But you're not.

“... Then if you must. Get it over with.” You requested, eyes avoiding Wuying as the shadows of the room hanged over your face, barely leaving just what seemed like a soulless expression over your eyes.

And all but too suddenly, Wuying got closer to and pressured down a harsh bite to your neck, obviously drawing blood.

You winced, hands balling into fists. There really wasn't a part of you that enjoyed this, and you could tell he simply just wanted you to pay for the crimes of the one you once entrusted your being to.

You don't expect this night specifically to end well. Or the following ones.