12 Works by fruit_tt
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He could never forget her.
Yes, the passage of time, which might have been expected to diminish the childhood attachment, served only to preserve it in a form which became increasingly difficult for him to relinquish.
He remembered her as she had been before misfortune had altered the course of her life: cheerful and so entirely free from the solemnity which governed his own existence that her company had seemed almost like a reprieve from the world.
And though he could not have explained it at the time, he had begun to associate her with a happiness which he found nowhere else.
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.Or, Désire Mélodis does not want to live without you. However he must have you, you must let him have this. He must not let you leave him a second time.
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"Your letters," she began, her voice sounding thin in the presence of him, "were most courteous."
Désire’s lips curved into a smile that didn't reach his eyes, a expression that felt more like a mask than anything friendly. "Courteous?" he repeated, then speaking lower. "I find that courtesy is often a very good way to hide one's true intentions until the moment they become unavoidable. Don't you agree?" He finally moved his hand, not to touch her but to reach past her and pluck a stray thread from the sleeve of her dress. It was like his assertion of dominance over her, the touch of his fingers made her jolt.
Her father’s voice interrupted them, though it lacked its usual authority, sounding instead like a man who had already signed a contract he didn't fully understand. "Désire has been most generous with his proposals, [Name]. He believes that a formal alliance between our houses would not only secure our interests but would be a fitting tribute to our houses' friendship."
or, Désire Mélodis is back from service and seeks you out.
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The white-braided woman leaned forward, her fingers steepled beneath her chin.
“Maybe we need more motivation,” she mused, voice like soft cloth moving over grass.
Her eyes dragged over Fount’s form. “Lest this turn into a celebration for Major Recluse.” She tilted her head, smiling faintly. “Something should be on the line to make this a real match, hm?”
Her gaze lingered. Fount’s skin prickled. Truthless’ fingers stilled against his waist. The air thickened just from Truthless' side of the table.
Truthless exhaled sharply through his nose, grip tightening until the embroidery bit into Fount’s skin. “White Lily,” he said, low and warning. “We are not gambling for him.”
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A small documentary of Richard Sterling's twin sister who was unfortunate to have been born this way. It's good to know that her brother will be here with her for everything.
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He turned and walked back toward his work, boots brushing through grass, already reabsorbed into the terrain he was measuring, as if Dottore had simply been another feature of the landscape for a moment.
Dottore remained standing long after Mika moved away. The exchange had yielded little in terms of measurable data.
Though, something about it lingered. Maybe it was because, in the future he had seen, Mika had looked at him in the same way, as someone who belonged in the same space.
And that realization stayed with Dottore far longer than it logically should have.
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- Part 2 of Planning For The Future
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"You know, you usually lean a lot,” He continued. “Just slightly, like you’re already thinking three steps ahead and your body hasn’t caught up yet.”
Dottore’s gaze flicked to the reflective surface again, to the way his body's posture had instinctively angled towards the shorter boy when he entered. He corrected it, straightening himself as if he were caught.
A faint crease appeared between the blond's brows, then smoothed out just as quickly.
“…That’s new,” He murmured.
Dottore folded his hands behind his back, mirroring the stance he remembered from moments ago, his own stance, from another time. “You observe me rather closely.”
“I have to,” he replied. “You don’t exactly say when something’s wrong..."
Or, Dottore meets someone from the future and finds himself curious of their relationship.
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- Part 1 of Planning For The Future
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A book where I post AffoCacao scenarios for a week. Based off the AffoCacao week for Sweetrayal.
Day 1: Forced Proximity, Injury
Day 2: Mermaid/Siren AU -
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Affogato trembled against the dirt. His leg throbbed and his jaw ached but she did not move. Her body was braced over his, her weight too much to push back. He couldn’t think, he couldn't breathe. The hand fell from his mouth then, sliding back along his cheek and she kissed him again. Her mouth moved against his as if she sought to devour him.
Affogato could only lay there with a shaking body. The forest closed in around him. The darkness felt like the end of everything.
When she lifted her face away once more, she smiled down at him like she was looking at something that she found that belonged to her.
“I'll make sure you never do that again,” she whispered.
Her hand slid down his chest, then over his side until her fingertips brushed his wrist. He felt her squeeze, forcing his palm open against the dirt. Affogato stared down, watching as her hand disappeared from view, the sound of movement lost under the beating of his heart in his ears. His throat felt tight, so tight he wasn’t sure he could scream if he tried.
Something cool and sharp brushed his skin.
A knife.
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Or, Affogato doesn't make it back home like he wanted to. Dark Cacao makes sure of it.
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Shadowvanilla/Puremilk kinktober—me and fruit may end up switching their roles around, call it enrichment?
1# Masturbation (pvsm)
2 # Kidnapping (pvsm)
3 # Sounding (pvsm)
4 # Nipple Clamps (smtr) heed warnings
5 # Dacryphilia, Finger Sucking (pvsm)
6 # Humiliation (pvsm) heed warnings
7 # Chastity (pvsm) cultish
8 # Figging (trsm)
9 # Shibari, Tentacles (smtr)
10 # Oral Sex, Punishment (trsot)
11 # Somnophilia (sagetr)
12 # Sex Work (trsm) heed warning
13 # Medical Play (pvsm)
14 # Anal Hook (sagetr)
15 # Omegaverse, Possessive (pvsm)
16 # Semi Public Sex (pvsm)
17 # High Protocol (pvsm)
18 # Size Queen (smtr) heed warnings
19 # Sensory Dep (sagetr)
20 # Golden Shower (pvsm)
21 # Monster Fuck (smtr) heed warnings
22 # Gun Play (pvsm)
23 # Enemas (pvsm
24 # Body Praise (healfount)
25 # Electricity (smtr) heed warnings.
26 # Pillory (pvfount)
27 # Cuckoldry (trsm, apvsm, sage watches)
28 # Hair Pulling (trfount)
29 # Amputation (pvsm)
30 # Revenge (pvsm)
31 # Officer? (trfount) heed warnings
32 # desk sex (trfount) -
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He tasted of bitterness, of the memory of betrayal and the ache of loss. But there was sweetness there too, a sweetness that had once been familiar and dear. It flooded his senses, drowning out the numbness that had claimed him for so long.
Affogato did not resist. He melted into the embrace, his hands rising to grip Dark Cacao by his clothing with a ferocity that matched the Cacao’s own. He kissed back with equal fervor, meeting the other’s hunger with a fire of his own. The kiss deepened, becoming something savage and desperate, as though they both sought to devour what they had left after finding it.
The world narrowed to the press of bodies, the clash of lips, the heat that burned away the frost that had gripped him for so long. Dark Cacao’s hands roamed, gripping Affogato’s waist, his back, his hair, as though to tell himself that this was real—that this was not another phantom conjured by his fractured mind.
.After embracing Apathy, Dark Cacao's days haven't changed even by a slight. Today, however, is worse than the other days.
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Ambition, unchecked by conscience, doesn’t elevate–it devours. And guilt, once buried, mutates into monstrous appetites.
Or, Affogato thinks about his feelings too much and maybe he shouldn't.
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how to make your king husband fall in love with you, a guide. by fruit_tt
Fandoms: Cookie Run (Video Game)
13 Apr 2025
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Affogato stood before him now, their shadows intertwining like ink in water. He reached up to loosen the clasp at the King’s collar, fingers grazing warm skin beneath the cold iron.
"You trust me to rule in your absence and with assistance, as king with your consort," Affogato murmured, "yet keep me as distant as a king would an advisor, a servant."
"You are clever enough to make both positions work for you."
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Or, Affogato's attempts at making his political marriage with his king deeper than using each other, for his own sake.