A quick Vanilla Taffy story, inspired by a reviewer on another of my tales. Don't get used to this, I don't really like Taffyta and Vanellope, but this seemed plausible and cute. Enjoy!

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Absolution

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Taffyta was torn.

Everything had seemed so simple yesterday. She was the best racer, the cream of the crop. Everyone wanted to be her friend, wanted to race like her, look like her, be like her. It was completely unimaginable that she would want or need anything else. And King Candy didn't approve of Vanellope anyway. He went out of his way to keep her down, prevent her from racing, and for good reason it seemed at the time. Who could blame her for picking on the glitch, the little freak who couldn't remember anything but her name?

But now, Taffyta remembered who really held the title she'd assumed. She wasn't jealous at all, it wasn't like that. Not now that she knew who Vanellope was to her.

She remembered strolls through marshmallow flowers to their special spot, where they would meet every night, and stolen moments in the warm, sweet breeze. She remembered soft lips and wet kisses, gentle fingers and muted gasps, their whispered promises to each other.

Taffyta knew she hadn't kept one of them. How could her princess forgive her? How could she ask her to?

She had run away as Vanellope bid farewell to her new friends. Clearly the black-haired girl hadn't understood; she wept tears of remorse, not fear. Death was what she deserved, not her lovers easy acceptance.

If Vanellope thought she was only scared for her own life, then she certainly didn't believe in her feelings anymore. Hiding in her house after closing time the next night, she had time to think. She couldn't ask, she couldn't bear to see the disgust on Vanellope's face. Taffyta finally decided to go. Maybe she would be there, maybe she wouldn't. If she wasn't, the most likely outcome, Taffyta would know. If she was, at least her rejection would come in private.

The familiar smell of syrupy sugar wafted around her as she walked through the marshmallow flowers, and she emerged out onto the soft green grass, seeing Vanellope standing there with her hands clasped.

"I thought you wouldn't come," the princess said quietly.

Taffyta swallowed, unable to find her voice.

A few steps brought Vanellope closer, her breath warm on the other racer's lips as her arms circled the pink-clad form. "It's okay," she whispered, pressing against her. Their lips met tenderly, and Taffyta felt her tears coming again as Vanellope finished. "I forgot, too."

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~fin