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Golden Cheese!

- Adores calling you “darling” in private or near close friends, but when addressing you formally, prefers using “my Grace.”

“I have to say, the gold suits you rather well, darling,” Golden Cheese mutters against the back of your neck, making you close your eyes and sigh as she moves your hair out of the way to fasten a rather intricate golden necklace. Her slender fingers working quickly to close the knot off as she smiles at your reaction.

You roll your eyes and lean into her touch, gazing up at her and grabbing her face in your hands as you kiss her cheek, “you spoil me, my Queen.” Her eyes twinkled in delight as she grabbed your palm and kissed the tips of your fingers.

“You’re worth it.”

White Lily!

- She is so shy when speaking about you. Usually refers to you as “love” or “sweetie.” Pure Vanilla teases her about it often which just gets her more flustered but you absolutely relish it.

You run your fingers through White Lily’s hair right after her shower. Drying it off gently as you now work to rebraid it, brushing into her white locks as she hums to herself.

“Is this alright? I know it’s a little different from what you usually do but it suits you,” You ask, grinning at her reflection in the mirror she’s holding.

She nods, hands touching the braid rather delicately, “thank you, my love. It looks wonderful.”

You place a kiss on the top of her head, making her flush as you pin the braid to the back, ensuring it doesn’t move around, “you deserve it.”

Pure Vanilla!

- His go to is definitely calling you “honey!” You’re always so sweet to him you remind him of it. Helping him out around the medical tent and making sure he’s doing okay. He loves being doted on and vice versa <3

“You really have a knack for getting into trouble, hm, honey?” Pure Vanilla cooed softly, his fingers brushing up against your waist as he carefully cleaned up the jam around your wound. You let out a quiet hiss and shivered, frowning to yourself.

“The cake hounds caught me by surprise. Black Raisin cookie scolded me enough for the both of you, yknow?” Pure Vanilla smiled at your grumbling, rubbing the side of your waist slowly as he leaned in and kissed you.

“Not scolding you, just concerned. You cannot stop a cookie from acting out in their nature, but you can make sure they’re doing it safely,” He flicked your forehead for emphasis as he pulled away from your lips, finishing bandaging up your injuries and beaming at your flushed faced.

Dark Cacao!

- I believe he’d often just refer to you by your name in professional or formal settings. But in private? He calls you “beloved.” It comes naturally to him, but he still uses it sparsely.

You drag your fingers across Dark Cacao’s cheeks, tracing his strong jaw with adoration as his eyebrows twitch in his sleep. Leaning in, you brush your lips against his, feeling his eyelashes flutter against your cheeks as he awakens.

“it’s far too early to be awake, my beloved,” His sleepy voice was gruff but soft, a tone he deserved for you only. You just nuzzle your nose against his, hands shaking around his neck and fingers curling into his long hair as he wraps an arm around you, violet eyes gazing at you.

“You have an audience with Caramel Arrow in an hour, my King. I think it’s best if you’re up soon,” You giggle, pulling away from the kiss and watching his eyebrows shoot up in surprise. The corners of his lips twitch in amusement, making your heart swell with adoration.

“I’m sure she will not mind if I spend a couple more minutes in your arms.”

Hollyberry Cookie!

- Definitely calls you by “Sugar” but is the most likely to have a nickname for you thats personal to you both! Like one that stems from an embarrassing memory or inside joke.

You roll your eyes and frown at Hollyberry as you help her up the steps to her room, her body pressed against you as you carefully bring her to her bed and lay her down. An immediate flush darkening your face as she grips your waist and pulls you into bed with her.

“You should see your face, sugar, from annoyed to so flustered,” she slurred, the sweet scent of berry juice hitting your nose and you just groaned.

“Not funny or amusing, Holly, I told you to lay off the berry juice this time!” You complained, leaning into her touch anyway as she nuzzled you, eliciting a laugh from Hollyberry, “seriously you can’t be drinking like this so often.”

Hollyberry buried her head into your neck as you rub her scalp affectionately, scowling and continuing on your tangent, “I worry about you, you know? Always so reckless and impulsive. Even Wildberry can’t seem to keep you grounded sometimes…” you trailed off, brows furrowing as you realized your wife had gone strangely quiet.

“Holly?”