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Silverbell Cookie was raised to serve. His family had all been loyal and devoted guardians of the Silver Tree. He’d been told ever since he was a little dough ball that someday, it’d be his honor to protect the tree as well. By protecting the tree, he’d be protecting the Fairy Kingdom, and serving all the cookies.
And he wanted it. He fully believed in his duty and devotion. Silverbell Cookie had the best job in the world.
Then he met a strange cookie, cloaked in disguise and mischief, with tempting words of both lies and half truths, and a beautiful smile that illuminated Silverbell’s day.
“Who are you?” Silverbell demanded, he’d realized halfway on his route home, that he was being followed. He’d then led the mysterious stranger on a full loop through the kingdom to confirm, and then into the forest where Silverbell then promptly vanished and appeared behind the figure with his bow drawn.
In front of him..stood a grape merchant? It was a strange cookie, someone he’d never seen before, dark purple hair, wearing an apron, and carrying a basket of black sapphire grapes.
The stranger blinked owlishly for a moment, before a sly smile crept up on their face. “What a perceptive little cookie,” they said, their voice smooth and with a hint of mischief.
“I am a Silver Tree Knight and I command you to answer me.”
“Well, Sir Tree Knight, I’m but a humble merchant.”
Silverbell’s expression hardened, “And why are you following me?”
The mysterious merchant innocently tilted their head, “To offer you grapes?” they said, holding a bunch up from their basket, and to their credit, the grapes were glistening, fresh, and shiny, quite tempting after the long shift Silverbell had just recently gotten off from.
“Huh?” he said.
The mysterious merchant seemed entirely unbothered, as if they hadn’t just said the most absurd thing ever. Who follows a knight around an entire kingdom and into a forest to offer fruit? The merchant walked towards Silverbell, causing him to tighten his hold on his bow, ready to fire at the slightest hint of something amiss.
However, they stopped a meter away from the tip of Silverbell’s arrow, and gently placed the basket of grapes onto the grassy woodland floor.
“For you, my dashing knight.” the merchant said, coyly turning around to face away, before placing their hand up to their mouth and—blowing a kiss?
Just as suddenly, in a flip of a card, the merchant vanished and left Silverbell all alone.
In the forest, with a basket of suspicious grapes sitting in front of him.
And over the next few weeks, the mysterious merchant was everywhere. They eventually introduced themselves as Black Sapphire and had apparently taken a habit of donning disguises, such as a wizard, and popping up spontaneously wherever Silverbell was.
And somehow, Silverbell found himself straying, he found himself growing closer to the mysterious cookie. He found himself wanting to know more, he found himself intrigued to what laid beyond the layers, he found himself not reporting the stranger to any authority, he found himself in conversation and he found himself with a friend.
Mysterious yet charming, close by every day and yet still distant. Silverbell found himself interested and delighted.
“Won’t you grant me the honor of getting closer, darling?” Black Sapphire sweetly said, tilting his head slightly and flashing his most radiant smile.
Silverbell took all of his strength to not fold over, he was a knight for witches’ sake! He should have more willpower than this! “Back away..” he eventually said, his voice less certain and confident than he had hoped for. “You’re not allowed to be this close to the Silver Tree.”
“Ah—ah, maybe it’s not the tree I’m here for then?”
“What do you keep talking to me for? What do you want?” Silverbell said.
The darker cookie smiled, “Why do you keep indulging me?”
“I…wait you didn’t answer me-”
Black Sapphire sighed, “Well, if you must know, I’m just a simple little cookie who you’ve saved before in the past, I didn’t expect you to remember me nor did I expect you to be so gorgeous to remain in my mind for all these years.”
“Huh?” Silverbell blankly said, then the words caught up to him and he blushed instantly, “I saved you?”
“Yes, darling,” the darker haired cookie murmured, “So give me a chance won’t you?”
“Heard through the grapevine, a certain faerie wanted to see me again.” A familiar voice said, shaking Silverbell out of his thoughts. He turned around and saw someone unfamiliar.
“Missed me?” the stranger said, and Silverbell recognized the voice.
“Black Sapphire? This…is this what you really look like?”
“I said I’d show you, didn’t I, Firefly?”
Silverbell couldn’t help but find himself enthralled in Black Sapphire’s true appearance. Grayish purple skin, fluffy obsidian hair, sharp canine-like white fangs emphasized by his smirk, and dressed in a well-tailored black suit.
“You’re staring darling.” Black Sapphire Cookie said. “Might want to close that jaw.”
(I say it like a habit…that we won't work out in the end)
“What are you doing here? This is a restricted area.” Silverbell said, recognition dawning on him.
The figure shot up, likely not having expected anyone else nor heard the faerie knight approaching.
“Oh darling—you know me, always stumbling in forbidden areas.” Black Sapphire light heartedly said, “Was just a little curious about White Lily Cookie.”
“This place isn’t open to non knights and unauthorized personnel. Visitors must remain outside.” Silverbell said, then, noticing the open books and papers scattered on the desk behind Black Sapphire, pieces seemed to click in place.
Forbidden places. Silver Tree, the Seal, A Silver Tree Knight. White Lily Cookie. An outsider with too much curiosity and strange powers.
“I think it’s time you answered me,” Silverbell slowly spoke, “Who are you? You don’t exist in the public registry. No one around the kingdom knows you.”
Black Sapphire didn’t answer.
“Did I really save you from a pomegranate snake attack in the past?”
“You lied—you lied to me and I cant—forgive you right now,” Silverbell said, in between kisses, he’s furious, he's upset, and he’s feeling way too good to stop.
Good Lord, his tongue.
Instead of verbal apologies, Black Sapphire merely runs his hand along Silverbell’s cheekbones, tilting his chin up to press their lips into a new angle. It's electric and Silverbell can’t help but lean further into the embrace. His own hands find themselves draped around the other cookie’s shoulder, then his fingers digging manically into Black Sapphire's hair on his scalp and pushing him closer.
“Why did you just tell me?” he gasped when they broke free, “You being a journalist from a different kingdom wouldn’t be an issue-you didn’t have to lie to me.”
Silverbell wants to never see Black Sapphire again, he wants Black Sapphire to stop it with the mind games and leave him the fuck alone, and yet, Silverbell wants Black Sapphire closer. He wants to feel the warmth of Black Sapphire hand’s all over him, he wants to feel the softness of his lips,
“We—we can’t do this here—not in White Lily Cookie’s house—” he said, as Black Sapphire pushed him against a wall.
“So good darling, you're so good,” Black Sapphire murmured, “How could I possibly stop myself?”
They sink into embrace again, this time sinking onto the floor, they’re positioning switches-with Black Sapphire sitting against the wall, and Silverbell settled on top of him, his legs on either side of Black Sapphire.
The darker cookie’s hand finds their way down from Silverbell’s neck to his back, and to pushing into his thigh, causing the other cookie’s breath to hitch.
Even through his knight attire and Black Sapphire’s tailored suit pants, Silverbell can feel both his own heat and Black Sapphire’s hardness.
He feels the warmth build up inside of him, crawling up his leg and pooling in his abdomen. Silverbell needs movement, and sinks down further onto Black Sapphire, causing the other to suck in a harsh breath, and thrust back.
“Darling—darling let me touch you,” Black Sapphire says, words tumbling out of his mouth, as soon as they break free, “I’ll make you feel good, okay?”
Silverbell leans forward, eager for another taste, pressing their lips back together in a deep addictive kiss. “Yeah—yes please—“
It’s filthy, repulsive, and utterly sinful yet Silverbell can’t bring himself to stop. His duties and responsibilities as a knight have flown completely out of the window, and the only thing encapsulating his mind is Black Sapphire.
(Even if it's a vain dream, just a little longer, stay like this)
“Move—now please—”
“You are so demanding, my dear.” Black Sapphire murmured, he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into the nape of Silverbell’s neck, eliciting a gasp out of him. “but, just demanding enough for me to listen.”
(As if there's no such thing as tomorrow)
The darker cookie dips his hands into the knight’s pants, slender fingers crawling down his inner thigh and—
“Silverbell! Silverbell Cookie, where are you??” a sweet melodic voice called out, shaking the knight from his hazy mind.
“Sweetened Sand Cookie!” Silverbell hissed, clarity returning.
Black Sapphire hummed a sound of disapproval, “Real charismatic of you to say another cookie name while on top of me, darling.”
“Stop!” the knight gasped, hurriedly pulling away from the other cookie, “I have to attend a meeting today—I forgot—”
Black Sapphire sank his lips back into the nape of Silverbell’s neck, and a noise of displeasure slipped out when the knight pulled away once more.
“I’m so sorry—I really have to go!” the lighter haired cookie said, frantically rearranging his clothing and smoothing out his hair.
“Fine fine, make it up to me later, won’t you, dear?” Black Sapphire pursed his hips and let out a dramatic huff as the knight darted out of the house without even sparing a second glance back. “Now what am I going to do with you?” he said, looking down on his aching black sapphire grape.
“You seem..distracted.” Elder Faerie said, looking down onto the young knight.
Silverbell blushed, “Apologies, your Majesty.”
“Take care to make sure this is not becoming an issue. Your duty as a Silver Tree Knight should always come first and foremost.” The older cookie sternly said.
“Yes, your Majesty. This one will not let this happen again.”
“Good. Remember, in a split second, everything can change. You are to remain forever on guard.”
“Yes, your Majesty."
Alone finally-within the privacy of his prepaid room in the inn, Black Sapphire couldn’t help but let out a shudder.
He’d been close, so close, before they had to pull apart. Honestly just a few more seconds and he might have spilled over the edge. The threat of being discovered was thrilling, yet he was a little peeved to be actually interrupted.
Now he couldn’t help but reach his hand lower, rough and unapologetic, and imagine—imagine it was his Silverling.
Silverbell’s hands all over him, touching him, finger dragging lower, caressing him, whispering sweet words, moving faster and faster until—
Black Sapphire eyes rolled back and he felt nothing but a blissful white.
Silverbell didn’t mean it, Black Sapphire assures himself, his Silverling's too sweet, too kind to hold a grudge or be mad at him for long. Soon enough, with a few flowers and a box of sweets, he's confident he can get Silverbell to fold and forgive him. What good tv drama doesn’t have ups and downs in the main character’s relationship anyway? Conflict makes everything more entertaining.
He probably was just a little bit upset about being approached on false pretenses, but come on, his Silvering? Honestly, the kiss marks were proof enough that Black Sapphire had been forgiven. And the little rendezvous in White Lily’s House?
His firefly would come back crawling soon enough, especially after getting a taste of what Black Sapphire could offer.
“Silverling darling, come on let’s pick up where we left off.” Black Sapphire teasingly said, stepping closer in an attempt to close the growing distance.
Seeing him so carefree infuriates Silverbell, he can feel the irritation bubbling up and the anger returning once more. After..after the battle and the beast was locked back in the tree, Silverbell was finally granted a moment of respite and peace. He returned to his dorm in the knight’s quarters only to discover a liar in his room.
“No,” he says, “You don’t get to do that.”
His voice is cold, distant, and lined with a silent fury. A side of him he didn’t let Black Sapphire see often, but tonight, the house of cards has fallen already. And in order to clean up, he has to knock down the final card
Silverbell’s covered in berry jam, he’s devastated over the loss of Elder Fairy, his fellow cookies, and he’s so exhausted.
“Dear, come on, you know how much I love you.” Black Sapphire says, an easy grin crossing over his face, “didn’t you feel my heartbeat the other night? It was racing for you. ” he stepped closer, gently cupping Silverbell's cheek.
Silverbell stares at him blankly for a moment. He feels this entire situation, for the lack of a better word, is absurd and so so stupid. He pulls away from the touch. “I told you I won’t be able to forgive you a second time. You deceived me and you don’t feel a hint of remorse.”
“Come on, Fairy? Right now, god I’m half hard from you’re ‘strict uptight knight voice’, can’t we have a bit of fun before you give me a lecture on morals and ethics?”
“You tricked me.”
Black Sapphire gives a shrug, “So? You were fine with everything until a few seconds ago?”
“You—you tried to kill us all. So many cookies—so many cookies were hurt and crumbled. And you helped orchestrate it, Elder Faerie is dead,” Silverbell says, his voice cracking.
“Come on, can’t we have separate work and personal lives?”
“Did you hear me? Elder Faerie is dead.”
“You know I love you, darling. Come on, let's not think about such things, alright?”
“No.”
“Hm?”
Silverbell could feel the anger boiling in his veins, because how could he say that? Now? After all this? That Black Sapphire Cookie loved him? “No, I’m not sure you do. I don’t think you love me. And I’m not sure if I know you at all.”
“Darling, what are you saying”
“You’re a pathetic and cruel excuse of a cookie. You’ve let me go on to believe that you love me, but all this time you cared for nothing but your wonderfully twisted little master.”
Black Sapphire tilted his head coquettishly, “Really now?”
The knight continued, “You asked me if I’d pick you or my duty, but you’ve never once considered me over your own obligation. You’re absolutely vile. And I’ve been stupid to believe you were anything other than a threat. Tell me-that day you saved me—was that orchestrated by you too? Did you set the cakehounds up to it? How was I surrounded by hordes, how were you conveniently close by to save me?”
The darker haired cookie smirked, “Ah—ah, you’ve started to doubt me, my dear, must you assume I have evil intentions for everything? You’re just like all those other cookies, you think I’m manipulative? A liar? Firefly, there is no absolute truth in the world, ultimately we all just want to believe what’s best for us.”
Silverbell wanted Black Sapphire to say no, he wanted it so badly, he wanted to hold onto the fact that something-something was genuine and true. “You didn’t deny it. You set the cake hounds up.”
“Haaa..dear, come on, this is getting tiring.”
The knight’s hands clenched, “This is my last bit of mercy left, I’m willing to not call the remaining guards and have you executed, and I’m holding myself back from firing an arrow through your skull . Consider this uneventful breakup a parting gift, and get out.”
Silverbell wasn’t sure what he expected to achieve but to his relief, a shadow seemed to cross over Black Sapphire's face for a moment, a stormy expression replaced the easy grin, and he looked..annoyed. Annoyed but he backed away from the faerie cookie.
“Silverling, silverling. My sweet silverling speaking such mean words. I’m hurt.” Black Sapphire said, through an ill hidden sneer, “I thought we had more of a relationship, you’re really going to break up over this?”
“You forget yourself, Black Sapphire. I am a knight of the Faerie Kingdom. My duty comes first.”
“Really? I don’t recall you saying that the other night. Besides, I’m a bit peeved over how your darling little friends disrupted my plans, preventing me from rescuing my master-who has been wrongfully imprisoned. But I haven’t retaliated for that, have I? ”
Silverbell slowly drew out his bow from his sheath on his back, nocking it and drawing back the string. He raised the bow, and aimed it directly at Black Sapphire.
“Leave. Now.” he said.
“Fine.” Black Sapphire spat, the words ‘you’ll regret this’ are unsaid yet judging by the cookie’s thunderous expression, and his personality, Silverbell knows Black Sapphire won’t just let this go.
To his relief once more, the darker hair cookie does nothing but turn on his heels, and nearly rips the door off its hinges before exiting the room and disappearing down the halls.
Silverbell is now alone.
He drops onto his bed like a puppet cut from their strings, collapsing and letting his wings droop, exhaustion and tears carrying him to sleep.
(Even though we already know, we couldn’t stop)
“Are you sneaking out to see the love of your life again?” Sweetened Sand Cookie asked, her voice with a hint of tease, light and friendly, something they all needed during this time. “Don’t get caught, you know. If it was someone other than me discovering you guys, you would have been sacked in an instant.”
the love of your life
the love of your life—
and Silverbell knew he was irreversibly doomed. Because the truth was, Black Sapphire was the love of his life. In Black Sapphire’s hands lay Silverbell’s bleeding heart, and in Black Sapphire’s hands it will be forever, because Silverbell had lowered his walls and he’ll never be able to do it again.
And it was all over, because in the end, Black Sapphire is a cookie of deceit and trickery, and Silverbell is a knight of the faeries.
And in the end, duty prevailed over love.
“No,” Silverbell said, “Just going out for a walk.”
(A house made of cards, and us, inside)