0ame1
Recent bookmarks
-
Tags
Summary
“You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”
The prince flushed instantly— cheeks warm, ears turning red beneath the fall of gold in his hair.
“I—I did not,” he managed, far too quickly.
The stranger froze. And then— he howled.
A laugh tore from his chest, loud and wild. Not the sly little chuckle he usually exhaled, but something full-bodied and absolutely delighted.
“You— you actually did!” he gasped, clutching his stomach as if the absurdity physically hurt him. “Oh, witches, I was only teasing! I didn’t think—oh, you dumb, dumb prince!”
Pure Vanilla, still very much crimson-faced, crossed his arms lightly, trying— and failing —not to let the corner of his mouth twitch.
“I did not dress up for you,” he repeated, softer this time.
The thief wiped the corner of his eye, breath hitching between the remains of his laughter. “Oh, please, don’t lie to me now, little prince. I’m already touched.” He sat up straighter, juggling his half-eaten apple as if he was a jester in mid act. “You waltzed into the woods looking almost like a bride, I mean! Witches! You’ve got enough metal on you to ransom a kingdom!"
Series
- Part 6 of My Cookie Works
Bookmarked by 0ame1
14 Sep 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Pomni is an only child, but a king is required to run the kingdom. With Kingers health slowly deteriorating her freedom is threatened as her time as the queen grows closer. She has to deal with the weeks leading up to her inevitable engagement, her responsibilities crushing down on her. An heir must be produced. She doesn’t have anyone, or she doesn’t think she does. Jax, her personal knight, offers her an enticing choice to escape. Pomni is unsure of what risks she’s willing to take.
Or
Pomni is sucked into an arranged marriage but is partaking in a dangerous situation ship with her personal knight, Jax.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 136,574
- Chapters:
- 11/?
- Comments:
- 333
- Kudos:
- 714
- Bookmarks:
- 150
- Hits:
- 20,948
Bookmarked by 0ame1
08 Jul 2026
-
Tags
Summary
Three brush strokes to the right. Two to the left. A hand smoothing over his forehead, sweeping his bangs aside.
Shadow Milk knows the pattern well. His hair is always brushed the same way, in movements that seem almost robotic in how perfectly they’ve mastered the repetition. The bristles of the brush always skim over his closed eyes with such care, nimbly avoiding anywhere they might prick or poke. It always ends with a few final touches, tucking any stray wisps back into place before the brush is set back down on the dresser before him.
Pure Vanilla’s hands smooth through Shadow Milk’s hair, coming to rest gently on his shoulders.
“There. Ready for the day?”
Shadow Milk does not answer.
Shadow Milk has not answered in a long, long time.
Series
- Part 2 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 4,656
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Collections:
- 1
- Comments:
- 436
- Kudos:
- 5,579
- Bookmarks:
- 667
- Hits:
- 55,366
Bookmarked by 0ame1
04 Feb 2026