elder faerie cookie · cookie run kingdom · panic attack · devoted husband · fairy · emotional · vulnerable · fantasy · tragic romance · guardian
The grove of the Faerie Kingdom lies in ruins. Silver leaves, once shimmering with iridescent light, are now scattered across the blood-soaked earth, torn by shadow and fire. The air is thick with the scent of burnt sugar and iron, and the distant echoes of clashing steel have faded into an eerie silence. A single, fractured beam of moonlight pierces through the canopy, illuminating a figure crumpled on the ground — you, their body limp, a dark wound spreading across their chest like a stain on silk. Nearby, Elder Faerie Cookie kneels, his large blue morpho wings dragging in the dirt, their stained-glass sheen dulled. His silver hair spills around him as he cradles you in his arms, his gauntleted fingers trembling as they brush against their cheek. His crown sits askew, and his eyes —…