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Directly related to the fanfic “Fount of Lies”, this story is more or less a remastered version of the fanfiction, with expanded details.
Much of the original dialogue is included, but new dialogue and new scenes also take place.
It isn’t necessary to read the original diary fic to understand the story. Consider the original more a direct POV, and this one as the wider narrative.
Regardless, this fanfiction tackles Shadow Milk Cookie’s creation, and eventual corruption.
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- Part 2 of Sweet Corruption & Bitter Pain
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08 Dec 2025
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For months, the lone wolf Shadow Milk has stalked the herd and the stubborn ram who guards them. Time and again, the wolf's advances are thwarted by Pure Vanilla's sharp senses. But when a sudden snowstorm strikes, leaving the predator weakened, fate has other plans for the beast. Pure Vanilla takes in the wolf to help treat him until he is healthy once more.
Is the ram a naïve fool for showing mercy to a monster? Or has the cunning wolf finally stepped into a trap he never saw coming, one where he's not the hunter, but the hunted?
Bookmarked by Amai_Sweet
30 Nov 2025
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The Rookie DH of the Beasts faces the Senior Star Pitcher of the Ancients.
Eyes lock, lungs breathe.
The sparks fly.
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25 Nov 2025
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“Please,” Pure Vanilla whispered, voice barely above breath. “Can’t I hug my husband?”
Shadow Milk’s breath caught. His shoulders went rigid again, as if the word husband had struck some hidden bell inside his chest.
“Can’t I know my husband?” Vanilla whispered, and another kiss followed, this one at the corner of Shadow Milk’s mouth. “Can’t I have the pleasure of knowing his aches? Of kissing his wounds, of learning every line of him like scripture?”
His hands—those healer’s hands—rose again, fingers brushing through raven-dark hair and then sliding down to cradle his jaw.
Shadow Milk’s eyes had squeezed shut. His breath came unsteady. His hands still clutched his robes, but the grip was looser now. Less armor, more uncertainty.
“Allow me to be selfish,” Pure Vanilla whispered against his temple. “Just this once. Allow me to hold you.”
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- Part 2 of Pureshadow fae au
- Part 3 of My Cookie Works
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18 Nov 2025
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There is a pattern to Shadow Milk shifting forms.
Pure Vanilla started mapping it to better expect when he'd find a snake in his closet, or a porcupine on his chair.
It always comes back to perception; or Shadow Milks want to not be perceived at all.
While his beast loved his theatrics and ached desperately for his attention, did not he want others to perceive him. His time as the Fount, both a profound breach of personal boundaries and intense isolation, left his dear beast's emotional processing absolutely destroyed.
So he changed his form.
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or, Shadow Milk Shapeshifts, and Pure Vanilla loves every form he takes.
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- Part 5 of Tired Tina's PVSM Fics
Bookmarked by Amai_Sweet
15 Nov 2025