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Part 5 of fruitcake my beloveds ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.
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fruitcake one-shots ! >_<

Summary:

ooo, u wanna drop your fruitcake oneshot requests for me in the comments below so bad , ooo..
view first chap. for rules & boundaries !

( status : reqs closed ! )

Notes:

im trying to cure my massive enormous writers block for my ongoing fics rn by writing small one shots of fruitcake ,... fingers crossed it works

Chapter 1: index

Chapter Text

hi everyone !! ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁

the chapter dedicated to each oneshot request will span from at least 500 to 1k words, could also happen to span over that limit if it needs to !
if you want examples of my writing, just look into the other fan fictions I've already written on my account ^_^

what I will do ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡: 

fluff
angst
t4t, t4c, c4c, anything of that sort !
hurt no comfort
domestic fluff
and more along the lines of that ! feel free to get creative

maybe..?

smut (dub-con/con), i'm still unsure about it, but feel free to request it if u want ! 
light fetishes

what I will NOT do:
non-con
any extremely weird fetishes (ex : necr0philia, scat, woundfxking..) 
you get the point


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also , for any of the requests, it's encouraged to recommend a specific plot !!
if I accept ur request I will let u know when it's in quota/finished ! (๑>◡<๑)

alright thanks 4 reading everyone !! have an amazing day and don't forget to take care of yourself, lalalal

Chapter 2: t4t domestic fluff fruitcake ! ㅤ/ᐠ - ˕ -マ (fem cosmo x fem sprout !)

Summary:

request for cosmicbuns ! ₊˚ʚ₍ᐢ. ̫.ᐢ₎₊˚✧ ﾟ.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

word count : 679

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The soft rays of dusk shone through the cracks of glass, illuminating the silhouettes of two figures.

"Ah, Sprout, hand me the eggs for a moment, would you?" Cosmo's expression was bright, an optimistic smile visible on her face. For a moment, it felt as though time had stilled—all of the berry's senses tuning into the benign body language of the roulade. Her ruby irises met with the heterochromatic ones of her beloved, her heart rapidly pounding in her chest.
How was it that she could look so ethereal? Mesmerized would be an understatement, every little one of Cosmo's features was engraved into her mind—weaving into a faint wist of melody and love.

"Sprouttt..?" Cosmo blinked a few times, gently waving her hand in front of the taller toon. "Ah—Sorry, of course, here are the eggs.." Sprout chuckled bashfully, grabbing at the nearby ingredient before placing it in the brownie's hands.

Cosmo merely giggled in response, the vibrancy of her star sprinkles growing stronger.


As the two continued to bake together—Cosmo couldn't help but let her thoughts wander. How would the berry’s fingers feel if she were to interlock them with their own? How would her scarlet visage deepen a shade further if she were to trace over the golden freckles that illuminated it? The sweet whiff of the pastries they baked only served to heighten the feeling in her chest. 

Just as the swiss roll reached for the bag of flour, her form stiffened as her digits coincidentally met contact with the strawberry's.

"—!" Cosmo immediately withdrew her hand, a string of rushed apologies spilling from her mouth. "Sorry, sorry that was on accident-I didn't mean to!—" She covered her eyes, trying to hide her flushed expression. Her head was lowered, obscuring the berry's vision of her.

Sprout tilted her head, before a small smile pulled at the corner of her lips. "No need to worry about it, Cos-mo!" A soft giggle left her mouth, cupping the roulade's face in her hands. The warmth of the skin sent a pleasant shiver down her spine. "You act as though I'm going to gut you alive at a moment's notice.." Sprout's countenance turned into that of a playful pout, "Ease up a little!" The light-hearted grin returned.

Cosmo reciprocated the gesture with a small smile of her own—albeit still a little embarrassed. “Mhm..” 

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“And that’s done..!” Cosmo wiped the sweat pooling around her neck, drawing back to admire the finished product of their work.

There on the table laid a plate of vanilla pancakes, the aroma light and savory—with the texture of the filling a creamy white. Sprout stepped closer, picking up a nearby fork before scooping a small portion out of the dish—taking an experimental bite.

The pastry melted in her mouth—the flavors blending together to produce that akin of a delicacy to her tastebuds.

”Mh! It’s really good, Cosmo! Here, you should have a bite.” Sprout brought the fork up to Cosmo’s lips.

“? Well, if you insist!” Cosmo gently opened her mouth, letting the berry slip the utensil inside. Warmth pooled in her stomach—albeit she was unsure whether or not it was due to the proximity she shared with Sprout, or the dainty that she had just consumed. 

“Hm.. It really is nice, Sprout,” A small smile tugged at the edges of her lips, “You were right!” 

“Of course I’m right, Cosmo~” She teased, softly pinching the other’s face. 

“Hey!” A protest exerted itself from the roulade.

“Hm? Ah, must’ve been the wind.” 

“You!—“

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The two laughed and giggled amidst themselves as the cosmic brownie’s form laid sprawled on top of the berry’s. 

“You’re so pretty, Sprout..” Cosmo’s lashes fluttered, the tip of her fingers tracing over the delicate texture of the other’s leaves.

Sprout remained silent, soaking in the sugary affection. She tuned into their heartbeats, her ears picking up a melody she’d treasure for all eternity.

Suddenly, the two registered the stench of gasoline, as their eyes trailed to a misty onyx gas emitting from the oven.

“Cosmo, did you forget to deactivate the oven.”

“.. Um….”

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Notes:

doing the requests i got on ch. 1 in chronological order !! i’ll get to everyone soon trust

Chapter 3: angst w/ happy ending rehab au fruitcake ! (๑>ᴗ<)ﻭ ( male cosmo x male sprout !)

Summary:

request for honeybee_63 ! (✯◡✯)

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

word count : 1977

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The incessant tick of a clock, occasionally broken by the familiar sound of an elevator opening.

It had long grown accustomed to this process, its mind eroded by the ichor that sought to corrupt every part of "him". “He” could not recall the last time he had communicated to someone. Or well, to “his” standard of reciprocated speech. “He” did not count the mindless groans and croaks of the beings that accompanied “him” as dialogue. And even at times where “he” tried to reach out to them—whether it was through nudging them or doing them a favor—it all fell on deaf ears. 

Inevitably, “he” stopped trying. For what point was there in attempting to talk to mere empty husks of what used to be “his” friends?

As it walked along the concrete floors of the warehouse it was trapped in—a black substance oozing from the cracks within—its limb weighed it down like a boulder. The heavy arm was dragged along aimlessly—the molded being finding it difficult to form a coherent thought. What did it want to do? What did it want to accomplish? Beyond the slivers of memory locked away, “he” could faintly recall the visage of a colorful blur, with a palette of soft pastel. The thought of it caused a warm feeling to bubble within “him”. Yet what was it? Who was it?

All of this “he” did not know. Not anymore. 

—

It wept and sobbed, yet all of its cries were to no avail. For who would comfort it, a mangled and twisted mess? Ichor flooded “his” vision, the onyx liquid flowing from “his” eye uncontrollably. The pain was immeasurable, scratches of all depth littered the walls.

“He” stretched out his hand—shrouded in blood—as if his pleas would be answered and something or someone? would interlock it’s his fingers with “him”. 

“His” memory had since worsened, every passing second gnawing at “his” sanity, or whatever remnants of it left. 

Yet despite the reverberation of pain in its head, “his” heart couldn’t help but ache. For someone. “He” could no longer make out his visage, “his” mind only being able to conjure the appearance of a green and red blob—a blurry white and pinkish scarf around the object. 

“He” has forgotten his name. For who was the figure that dwelled in “his” dreams? 

The days blended together, as the molded being found it difficult to satiate it’s newly-found hunger. Driven by the all-consuming sensation of loneliness, “he” sought out to capture and keep those that had entered the realm where it dwelled. 

But “he” soon realized that all that it had successfully captured—“his” tentacles piercing through flesh—were reduced to puddles of ichor at its feet. Mutilated were the bodies of those “he” had wanted to stay with “him”—“his” claw stained with their blood. 

The satisfaction was only temporary. 

—

The rotten pastry could only whine, its voice hoarse and cracked. “His” longing was unbearable, for why had “his” sentience not been stripped away yet? “He” could do nothing but watch as “his” very hands tore into those “he” held dear. 

Yet as “he” came face to face with another individual, “He” hoped “he” wouldn’t have to rip them into shreds. “he” resisted the allure of gluttony—drool seeping down from the corner of its lips. 

“Oh, Cosmo.. What have they done to you..?” 

The voice was oddly familiar. Not as nostalgic as the fragments of the voice that echoed in his dreams, but as a faint recollection of memory—another puzzle piece in the scheme of remembering who “he” might’ve been before “he” had become.. this. 

“.. Let me do this for you. Hold still, Cosmo…”

The mysterious figure stepped closer. “Cosmo” bared “his” teeth. Yet they persisted. And then, a sharp sting—an unknown substance filtering into “his” system. It didn’t stop. It didn’t stop. 

It didn’t stop. It didn’t stop It didn’t stop it didn’t stop—


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“—!” Cosmo sprang awake, panting heavily—his irises trembling. 

“..?” He blinked at the too-familiar surroundings around him—the dimly lit lamp illuminating the walls that cased in his room. 

.. How long had it been since he was last here?

He was unsure, but he knew it was far too long. 

“.. Ah—You’re awake..” A voice startled him out of his trance, the pastry immediately turning to the source of the sound. 

“.. Boxten?” Cosmo blattered out, his expression that of a shocked one. 

.. Something felt wrong. As if he had woke from a deep slumber, and was left bare with no memory of his dream. “… What happened?” Those two words were all he could murmur, forcing itself out of the hazy clutter that was his mind. 

"You were a Twisted.." 

The last word rang in his head, the weight of the realization crushing him. He had been a Twisted. He had been deformed, he had turned into one of those monsters that were stripped of all dignity and control, disfigured beyond comprehension by the horrors of blood their very forms were made out of. 

How many had he hurt? How many had he killed?

Nausea bubbled in his throat, the roulade doubling over as he resisted the urge of vomiting right there and then. 

"I know it's hard news to bear.. Um.. Just, take a break okay..?" Cosmo looked up, and saw Boxten's gaze directed him, the expression full of sympathy and a somber kindness. He wanted to scream. He didn't deserve this mercy, he didn't deserve to be saved after all he had done—!

.. Yet why was he complaining? Was this not an opportunity? A chance for him to redeem and cleanse himself of his sins, to become anew? 

He'd take it. He had to.





Yet as much as he tried to convince himself his acceptance of the offer was of pure motives solely, a part of him knew deep down it was shrouded in selfish intent. He remembered who the scarlet figure in his dreams back then was. It was Sprout.
How could he have forgotten him? How could he have left him behind?

... There was no point in crying over it now. He'll.. find him again. He has to. 

And when he does, maybe, just maybe—things will go back to how they used to be. Before the ichor operation. Before this mess. Before they had been separated. 

As the soft whirl of the elevator descending commenced, the roulade clutched the hem of his hoodie nervously. In his left pocket laid a single vial of the "cure", the viridescent liquid swishing around in its plastic container. 
He couldn't recall the last time he had been on an expedition, much less one where he ventured solo. But he couldn't afford to be cautious, not when he had already wasted so much time. He wanted, no, he needed to reunite with the strawberry toon he had been so fond of. 

Guilt gnawed at his chest, squeezing his ribcage so tightly to a degree it seemed as it would crack any moment. 

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The quiet ding of the elevator chimed, as the mechanical doors slowly slid open. The ominous setting of a run-down warehouse greeted him—its current appearance paling in comparison to its former one. Ichor covered every crack on the walls and ground, with old posters ripped and torn by claw marks of sorts. It was unnerving. The entire place seemed like an inverted funhouse of what it used to be—every sense of joy and jubilation stripped away. 

Yet his ears perked up at an unfamiliar noise.

If he concentrated further, he could hear the faint sound of leaves being crushed, a crunching noise emitting with every thump of the footsteps. Cosmo had never experienced nor heard it before, yet a strange feeling of familiarity pulled at his heart strings.

Could it be who he was looking for? Despite his instincts screaming at him to reconsider his irrationality, the swiss roll sped off in the direction where the noise emitted. Time was of the essence.

—-

Cosmo softly panted, his steps coming to a halt once he concluded he had gotten close enough to the source of the sound. Yet his breath caught in his throat at the sight that greeted him, his pupils shrinking to mere dots.

Before him lied the figure of a moldy being, ichor entirely covering the side of its face—along with a majority of its body. It's sclera was tainted that of a crimson red, its wrinkly leaves a swamp-like color. Ichor dripped from its enormous claw and elongated pinkish-white scarf—

Wait. 

No.

It couldn't be..?

Yet the similarities were too much to be a mere coincidence. That. That was Sprout. Cosmo couldn't control the sob that tore itself from his lips. 

"Grrr....."

A growl emitted from the mutilated being, the disfigured berry immediately turned its head to him—"his" pupils shrinking. As the Twisted inched closer, Cosmo couldn't move—it was as though his feet were glued to the very spot he stood at—forced to gaze at what had become of his lover.

A translucent liquid gathered at the corners of his eyes, the watery substance shrouding his sight. "I'm sorry, Sprout." Through his blurred vision, he moved closer to the figure. His Sprout. "I'm sorry I left you to rot. I'm sorry you had to endure so much in my absence." With a weak smile, he spread his arms—throwing himself into the embrace of the taller "toon". 

The Twisted froze. What was it doing? Why had "he" not torn into this toon as "he" did with the others? All it could do was watch the pastry toon cling onto its body as though it would disappear if he were to let go. The roulade's tears soaked into the slimy texture of the ichor that shrouded its torso and limbs.

But there was one thing "he" found most strange above all. The throbbing sensation of loneliness eased in this small toon's presence.

The toon before "him" was so small. So fragile. A little squeeze from his claw and the brownie would be reduced to a mere pool of ichor on the ground. Yet "he" found "his" heart aching at the thought of this delicate being dying. Of him leaving "him". No, he had to stay with "him" forever.

"—!"

Its pupils dilated as "he" felt a liquid enter "his" system. "Rr..!?"

"Rest well, Sprout.." Cosmo's gaze was apologetic, watching his beloved collapse before him—he just hoped it didn't harm him too much, even if it was for the greater good.
He clutched an empty vial in his hand, the syringe serving no further use. 





"I love you, Sprout."





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"...?" Sprout blinked wearily, his leaves rustling as his senses registered the texture of the soft velvet bed he laid on. He.. What happened? His mind was clouded in a mist of haze and unfamiliarity, his memory torn away from him.

"Sprout! Thank goodness, you're awake!"

A very familiar voice snapped him out of his trance, his eyes widening as a roulade tackled him down.

"Sprout, Sprout, I'm so glad you're alive.." Cosmo's expression was that of an ecstatic and relieved one, laying on top of the berry. "Cos.. mo.." Sprout croaked out, surprising the former himself. His vocal cords were hoarse and scratched, as though they had not been used in a long time. 

"Shh, don't strain yourself now!" The cosmic brownie's brows furrowed, light-heartedly reprimanding the main toon before him. 

".. Of cour, se, Cosmo.." His voice was full of fondness. Cosmo. He missed Cosmo. 

Maybe he had voiced his thoughts too on accident, for the roulade's face melted into a smile as well. 

"I missed you too, Sprout. So, so much.."

The shorter toon pulled him into a hug, letting out a deep sigh. 

"Things will never be the same again, but I still have you. You're back with me—and that's all that matters."

"I love you, Sprout." A loud proclamation. 

...

"I love you too, Cosmo." A soft whisper.



They were complete again. 
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Notes:

hahaa,, sorry for the incredibly late update -- things have just been getting busy in my schedule ...

thank u to all that still bear w/ me even with the ancient pace of updates !! ive always been a quality over quantity person , so I don't like to rush my writing in general :)

Chapter 4: domestic fluff star-time sprout x alien cosmo request ! \(^ヮ^)/ ( male cosmo x male sprout ! )

Summary:

request for Jelly_3132007 ! ♡ (˘▽˘>ԅ( ˘⌣˘)

Notes:

gleep glorp glorp

Chapter Text

word count : 1191

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It was all but futile. Expedition after expedition, visit after visit. Each attempt bore more disappointing results than the last, nothing on the planets managing to intrigue him. Sprout dug his fingers into the dark cyan shade of his leaves. Was there much of a point in tagging along in odysseys with the others when he derived little to no enjoyment..? Well—of course, the primary reason why he insisted on joining was rooted in concern for their wellbeing, but..  


He let out a deep sigh. The lengths he went to for his crewmates..

One more. One more try before he'd finally give up on accompanying his other star companions on their little enterprises to different worlds.

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Sprout stood around jadedly, his eyes glazing over the countless machinery that littered the waiting room where he and his coworkers dwelled. The familiar whirling and clattering of the ship served as a distraction from the wait—registering as white noise to his ears. He looked over at the ammonite toon beside him, the latter as joyful as ever. How could Shelly stay so positive in circumstances like this? Sprout blinked, before his lips curled into a reluctant smile. He supposed he could learn a thing or two from her.

Finally, a loud chime reverberated through the expanse, as the shuttle doors slid open. An unfamiliar setting greeted the six astronauts, the colorful array of stars illuminating numerous paths for each to take. 

"Let's split up, everyone!" Dandy's voice sounded out, a light-hearted aura emanating from his body language. The deep turquoise toon watched as the others began departing one by one—Shelly taking Vee's arm in hand, dragging the latter along a magenta road with emerald butterflies—Astro trailing down a cerulean path with mysterious scriptures engraved through the pavement—Dandicus descending down a prismatic footpath with flowers illuminating the edges, his loyal pet dog, Pebble, by his side. 

And so all that was left was a rosette road littered with sharp, plum vines for the berry to take. Yet if he looked closer, he could spot the faint highlight of neon stars—disappearing just as fast as they came.

.. Well, it wouldn’t hurt, right?

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It in fact, did hurt. Throughout the whole journey, Sprout hissed at the sensation of thorns pricking into him with every step. He wouldn’t be surprised if he looked down to see his feet bleeding—despite the thick fabric that his boots were made out of. 

Once the thorns finally cleared up—the berry let out a sigh of relief, his exasperation temporarily relieved with a feeling of gratefulness. 

Yet the astronaut’s breath hitched in his throat as his eyes took in the sight of a being not too far away. Angelic would be an understatement—he, or, they? were ethereal. A small smile was present on the specimen’s visage, tiny neon stars that floated around surrounding them. The unfamiliar person turned around, their crystalline irises meeting with star-struck aqua.

 

“—!” The inhabitant’s face suddenly twisted into one of panic, their previously tranquil demeanor nowhere to be seen. The neon stars dancing around them strained, becoming stiff in movement.

“Wait—! I’m not going to hurt you!” Sprout blurted out, holding his hands up in surrender. Had he already made a bad first impression?

“.......” The creature scrunched their eyes at him.

 

“………”

 

“.......”

 

Okay, he was going to die if this continued any longer. “.. So.. Are you.. familiar around these areas?” The berry winced at the stupidity of his question. Of course the person across him was. Their style of fashion seemed peculiar—along with their evident distrust of “foreigners”—which Sprout assumed he and his friends fell into that category.

“.......”

Great. Lovely response. Sprout rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes darting over to a nearby patch of grass as a distraction. “What’s.. your name?”

“.......?” The being tilted their head. 

“Like..” The berry made an awkward hand motion, “You know.. Um..” He lowered his hand. “What you want to be called by……. Gleeb.. glorb glorb?” He was just digging his own grave at this point.

The alien’s expression warped into one of curiosity, their brows unfurling. “You’re strange. Different from the other intruders..” Their voice broke out, lulling the astronaut forth as though he were in a siren’s trance.

Sprout blinked. Although the being’s voice was akin to that of a lullaby, he.. couldn’t understand its content, not in the slightest. Yet before he could open his mouth, the cosmic alien continued.

“Teagan warned us to not approach any of your kind. She said people like you would harm us, but..” The pastry stepped closer.

The extraterrestrial being’s fingers gently cupped the contours of the berry’s face—the cold touch creating a freezing sensation to course through the latter.

“..??” Sprout’s face was tinted a deep turquoise, his pupils shrunken into mere dots.

“There’s something about you I really like..”
The corners of the otherworldly pastry’s lips curled up into that of a shy smile.

The undecipherable dialogue was almost inaudible to the astronaut over his rapid heartbeat—the proximity driving him nearly haywire. “Ah—Um, c-could you, back away, a bit,,?..!”

The strawberry gently pushed the roulade off of him, his hands trembling all the while.

“..”

Just as the peculiar being opened their mouth once more, they suddenly stopped in their tracks.

“Ah. I’m sorry, I must go. They are calling for me..” The alien’s face turned into a frown, before they glanced back at the foreigner. “Hopefully, I will see you again.. But.. before that. My name is Cosmo. Maybe in the future, I can get to know yours as well.” With a soft grin, the mysterious figure stepped away—disappearing into a gust of galaxy remnant and star powder.

“…” Sprout stood there dumbfounded. All of the events that had occurred overwhelmed his senses—the man appearing in a world of his own.
But.. there was one thing his memory could sufficiently retain from his encounter. The pretty alien’s name was Cosmo… Or at least he assumed. 

Suddenly, the sound of a static crunch broke him out of his trance.

“Dandy here! I’ve come to announce that it’s time for us to regroup at our entrance point. After that we will embark onto another planet—“

“Wait!” Sprout cut him off, bringing his radio near his mouth. “Can we… stay here a little longer? A while longer?”

“… Sprout, in all of my voyages since this crew was founded, I had never heard you request an extended stay on a planet before!” Dandicus’s voice took on a lighter tone. “But if you don’t mind the intrusion.. What is the reason behind this request?”

“.. Well.. The reason is quite silly. Sort of. But.. I encountered another being whilst I was exploring this realm.. And.. I think me and them could be good companions.. Their name is, Cosmo, I think?” The berry’s tone turned a bit bashful.

“…. Very well, Sprout! We can stay in this world for longer.” Relief coursed through the astronaut’s system at the affirmation.

“Oo, Sprout’s got a crushh~” A mischievous voice suddenly emitted from the radio.

 

“I do not, Shelly!”

 “Yeah yeah, whatever you say, berry boy.” Another voice joined in. 

 “Sprout and Cosmo in a tree, K-I-S-S—“

 “Shut up!”

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