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The Castle of Darkness was quiet whenever everyone was out on a mission. The Dark Master was out, deciding to confront her enemies herself. Licorice Cookie was out foraging for curse and necromancy resources. Red Velvet Cookie was at the tower of sweet chaos, baking more cake soldiers for his army. And lastly, Dark Choco Cookie locked himself in his room to brood, like always. So that left Pomegranate on her own to gaze in her mirror and wait to be given a mission by her Master.
That, or be called upon by the child she found herself growing a soft spot for.
“Heyyyyyyy, Pomegranate!” The childish voice called out to the poised shrine maiden cookie. She slid her mirror into her sleeve, turning around to face Poison Mushroom cookie, who stood behind her, swaying slightly from side to side.
Pomegranate crouched down to her knees, reaching eye level with the dizzy child. “Yes, Poison Mushroom Cookie?”
“When Licorice Cookie comes back, caaaaaaan I ask you something?” They giggled as they nearly fell backwards from their balanceless state.
Pomegranate pursed her lips together in perplexion. “Why can you not ask me now, little one?”
Poison Mushroom cookie giggled once more, shaking their head ‘no’ a few times over. “Nooooooooooooo. We need Licorice Cookie for that, silly!” Pomegranate sighs, seeing that the little purple cookie has had a few too many mushrooms to snack on.
Pomegranate stood up from her crouched position and she scooped the child into her arms. Poison Mushroom Cookie offered no resistance as Pomegranate carried them to their room, hopefully so they could take a nap to sleep off the high they were under. They’re perpetually high, but hopefully when they wake up again they will be slightly less high. It never works like that, but a cookie could dream.
Pomegranate opened the door of the room, the lavender walls and beige carpet just as clean as she left it. Good, they didn’t color on the walls or spill chocolate milk on the carpet again. Cleaning after them is such a chore, a hindrance to her duties as Dark Enchantress Cookie’s right hand woman. But… it’s worth it sometimes. She placed the cookie gently down in their bed, handing them the plush purple jellybear that they had received as a birthday present from Licorice Cookie on their most recent birthday, and they snuggled up to it. She dragged her hand over their forehead, watching them close their eyes.
“Goodnight, Poison Mushroom Cookie.” She whispered , watching the small cookie smile as their breathing slowed into an unconscious pace.
Pomegranate Cookie lingered at their bedside for a moment, feeling a certain warmth in her heart. She covered her mouth with her sleeve, feeling a smile start to form. Oh dear. That’s no good. Pomegranate slowly creeped out of the room, silently closing their door and turning out the lights. She stood outside of their door for a moment, still unable to control the expression she was wearing. It seems like she had just realized something. Perhaps she should unpack these feelings later.
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The Castle of Darkness was quiet when everyone was busy. Dark Enchantress Cookie was still out, fighting that GingerBrat and his team. Licorice Cookie came back from his foraging mission, but he immediately retreated to his room to work on whatever magical task he was given by the Dark Master. Red Velvet was still at the tower, and Dark Choco had gone off somewhere. Pomegranate didn’t care what the latter two were up to. She simply watched in her mirror, monitoring the cauldron shown within. She didn’t know why she was so intent on watching the curse’s progress, but she found herself watching regardless.
She nearly jumped when she felt something pull at the back of her robes. When she whipped around, she was so relieved to see Poison Mushroom cookie standing there with a smile. They weren’t swaying anymore, so that was positive. It seems the nap worked.
“Heyyyyyyyyyy Pomegranate!” They slurred out, a giggle breaking the thought they are trying to convey to her. They latched on to her draping robes with their tiny hand. “Licorice Cookie’s back now. I need to ask you something.”
“Alright, what is it?” Pomegranate asked. She’d be lying if their quiet hadn’t been on her mind for the past little while.
“Follow! Follow!” Poison Mushroom, with a fistful of her robes, began to run off in the direction of Licorice’s room, dragging Pomegranate along with them.
Their legs are very small, so their running speed is about the same as a moderate speed walk for Pomegranate. She did not stop them as they happily dragged her along, giggling aloud the entire time. She found herself smiling again, covering her mouth with her second hand. Their little waddle of a run was adorable, and their little mushroom cap head bobbed as they ran. It was adorable.
The duo approached the large black door, covered within police tape as decoration. Pomegranate threw her eyebrows up, noting the new My Chemical Romance stickers lining the doorframe and the chipping at the black paint Licorice Cookie renews every month. He tries so hard, but for what? What purpose does it serve to be so cringily edgy? Poison Mushroom knocked on the door in the classic ‘shave and a haircut’ tune, a signal to all in the cookies of darkness that it was them.
“What!? Poison Mushroom, I’m busy! Can this wait?!” Pomegranate scoffed under her breath. Surely whatever he is working on can save two minutes, yes? Or is he just being stubborn again?
Nope!” They cheered, popping the ‘p’ in ‘Nope’. “I got a question for you and Pomegranate!“
“POMEGRANATE!?!?!” He screeched from the other side of the door. Pomegranate looked into the mirror in her sleeve, hiding a laugh at what she saw. He was panickedly leaning into his mirror, frantically fixing his hair and eyeliner. “I-Is she with you?!” She shouted, fumbling with his face powder in his hands. She had to admit, he was amusing sometimes.
“Yep!” Once again, they popped the ‘p’. “Can we come in now? Pleeeeeeeaaaaaseeeeee?”
A growl could be heard from the other side of the door as a faint ‘click’ could be heard. Pomegranate took hold of the door handle and pushed down on the little clicker, pushing in to open the rather heavy door. Poison Mushroom cookie waddled in happily, going straight for the cauldron to peer in. Licorice smacked their hands as they tried to reach in to touch whatever black magic he was working on. They giggled as he puffed his cheeks, picking them up and placing them down in the ratty, old office chair they kept at their desk.
“Can you not touch everything! Jeez, so nosy.” He grumbled, rolling his sleeves up before taking some herbs out of the pouch he wore around his waist, throwing them into the cauldron. A purple cloud exploded upwards, the cloud shaping the form of a cookie with a skull for a face. How elaborate. It was… mildly impressive. “What did you want to ask?” His voice softened just a bit, glancing over at Pomegranate almost timidly. How amusing. She smirked from behind her sleeve.
“Are you my Daddy?” Poison Mushroom cookie asked Licorice, not even giving him a minute to breathe before turning their head to Pomegranate. “And are you my Mommy?”
Oh. Oh dear. Pomegranate’s eyes went wide and her heart immediately began to race. She looked over at Licorice Cookie, who was blushing redder than her gown under all that gray foundation and powder. He refused to look at either of them, turning his head and crossing his arms adamantly. Pomegranate refused to look at him either, feeling the warmth heat up her cheeks. Blushing too much makes a cookie’s face flaky and more prone to cracks.
“What? NO!!! We aren’t your parents, Poison Mushroom Cookie!” Licorice lashed out with that sharp tongue of his. Pomegranate lunged forward and smacked him upside the head immediately, confusing the poor child.
“What Licorice Cookie means is that no, we are not your biological parents, but we sort of fulfill those roles. Right Licorice Cookie ?” She seethed at him, warning him with her eyes and a still upright arm that if he doesn’t comply, there will be consequences.
Licorice Cookie gulped hard, nodding slowly. “Y-yeah! I-I mean I guess I don’t hate you and I wouldn’t mind being y-your-“ Licorice looked into Pomegranate's eyes before clearing his throat, turning his attention away from her and to Poison Mushroom cookie. “-your Dad.”
Pomegranate lowered her arm, content with his answer despite it being a shameful stammering of words. She sat next to Poison Mushroom Cookie, kneeling on the floor next to the chair they sat on. They were giggling, kicking their legs happily. Good. They’re happy. She nodded at Licorice Cookie, letting him know that she was content with him. He huffed out a large breath of relief.
“Sooooooooo!” Poison Mushroom dragged out to end their fit of giggly amusement, their legs dangling over the side of the chair instead of kicking the air. “That means you’re married!”
“MARRIED!?” Pomegranate and Licorice both exclaimed, whipping their heads to look at each other then promptly whipping their heads in the polar opposite directions. Goodness gracious, Pomegranates really needs to check the crispness of her cheeks after this. Blushing so prominently twice cannot be good for the dough!
“Yeah!” The child cheers, jumping off the chair and grabbing Pomegranate’s sleeve and dressing her up. “Mommies and Daddies are married!” They reached for Licorice’s sleeve, pulling him forward and forcing the two to hold hands. …interesting. Licorice Cookie’s hands are very clammy. And cold. It was kind of pleasant… Ah! No! Pomegranate’s face erupted in pink as she was forced to meet his eyes, “So you’re married! Riiiiiiiight?“ their eyes were shining with happiness. Pomegranate opened her mouth, but no words came out. My, this is embarrassing.
“Err.” Licorice began. Maybe he did look… competent with his face having some color to it, even if the color is hot pink. “Y-yes. Pomegranate and I-“ She nodded for him to go on. He gulped, using his free hand to lift his collar away from his neck. “Pomegranate and I are m-m-married.”
“Yaaaaay!” They clapped their hands together, letting go of both Licorice and Pomegranate. They no longer were forced to hold hands.
Licorice retracted his first, his hand being lost in his long black sleeve. Pomegranate held her thumb over her fingers. Her hand was still somewhat cold. Her heart was beating, and her face was warm. She was embarrassed. Under no other circumstances would the great Right Hand Maiden of Dark Enchantress Cookie allow herself to be humiliated in this fashion! However… looking Licorice Cookie up and down…
He was kind of cute when he was making Poison Mushroom Cookie happy.