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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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13 May 2026
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"I won’t make a deal,” Pure Vanilla says, plain and simple. “Not unless I understand every word of it. Not unless I believe it fair. And not if the price is someone else’s pain.”
“You dare to set your terms,” The fae murmurs, his voice no longer playful. No longer velvet. It is frost now, delicate and sharp enough to flay skin. “You sit in my ring, in my garden, and you deny me?”
Pure Vanilla meets his gaze, calm and clear. “Yes.”
The fae snarls.
“I could kill you,” the fae whispers. “Slit you open like a fruit. Spill your mortal heat onto my garden and let the flowers drink your heart."
“You could,” Vanilla agrees mildly. “But I’m told human meat is stringy, and frankly, I’m not sure I’d make a good stew.” He takes another small bite of rice, chews serenely. “Besides, isn’t that just a myth? You lot eating people.”
“You’re testing me,” The fae snaps. “I should curse your tongue to rot in your mouth. I should blight your precious village until even the stones forget your names.”
“Can’t,” Vanilla says lightly, tapping the side of his riceball with one finger. “You’d need my true name. And I’m fairly certain you don’t have it.”
The fae curses.
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- Part 2 of My Cookie Works
- Part 1 of Pureshadow fae au
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12 May 2026
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Despite his station, his reputation, and his good intentions, Sage suddenly felt very small and silly as the Recluse turned his tired gaze up towards him. The myriad questions Sage had for the mysterious figure fled from his mind like startled bluebirds.
And then the Recluse spoke.
"What are you doing here?"
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Written for TRSoT Week. Prompts: Persistence, Guiding Light, Peak, Confession
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- Part 7 of Muse's CRK Stories
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10 May 2026
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There’s a sound itching at the back of his mind, a soft repetition that’s forcing Pure Vanilla’s eyes back open with its unfamiliarity. He mumbles a groan, pushing himself up in bed as he brushes back the hair from his forehead and reaches for the staff beside him. As his hand finds purchase, he lifts it up high and scans the room around him.
Pure Vanilla’s vision may still be blurred from blinking back sleep, but there’s a familiar blue form seated at his dresser.
“Shadow Milk Cookie?”
The form turns; bright white hair sways from the movement, spilling over slender shoulders and adorned with a large blue bow. Sharp eyes peer at him, framed by an unkind smile curved in a smirk.
“Aw,” is all but sneered. “Miss him already?”
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- Part 5 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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16 Apr 2026
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Viridescent scans the room, booming with confidence he never knew he possessed. Even if his mind doubted his true desires, his heart always knew, and his heart pulled him towards a certain actor he had the pleasure of interacting with months ago--to put it simply, he had grown rather infatuated after a long conversation about stage design.
Two fingers gently tap Ad-Lib's shoulder to get his attention, and the second that attention was caught he blurted out his innermost desires:
"If you would allow it, I would like to marry you."The next day, he wakes up to the knowledge he is engaged and is expected to properly court the actor to make up for the sudden proposal, the problem being he felt like a bundle of nerves and a love sick fool. How could he romance Ad-Lib of all people?
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11 Apr 2026
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Shadow Milk Cookie found that there was no reason to ever leave the premises of their shabby cabin. Really, he had no need to! With the means to do anything or be anything at his fingertips, Shadow Milk had no need to ever leave the sanctity of their house- let alone their bedroom. If he had a choice, he never would.
Alas, his obnoxious other-half had to make his opinion known about his 'avoidant' and 'reclusive' behaviors as of late- citing that, 'I worry that you are closing in on yourself. What is happening with you, Blue bird?'
He wonders what he must have looked like to the ancient. A pitiful sight, certainly, given the hesitancy Pure Vanilla spoke with and the extended hand just hovering over trembling shoulders. He must have said something in reply- witty or biting he did not know- as the ancient's brows furrowed, and before he knew it, Shadow Milk was being pulled out of bed.
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or, after the war, Shadow Milk moves into a cabin with his other half, adopts a cat, and figures something out.
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- Part 26 of Tired Tina's PVSM/SDVN Fics
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18 Mar 2026
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The Recluse didn't expect to have to deal with a very drunk Sage on his way back to the Peak of Truth.
OR: surely nothing will go wrong!!!!!!! look I'm terrible at explaining thigns just read the fic if you care enough idk
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- Part 10 of kuiper is normal about truthlesssage
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17 Mar 2026
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He sighed once more, pulling the door open. Sage opened his mouth to start his apology—
And then closed it.
Underneath the low, flickering light of several lanterns hovering in the air above him, Truthless Recluse was slumped over in a chair, fast asleep.
(Inspired by AskSageRecluseFae on Tumblr! AU belongs to FauxyCreations)
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- Part 6 of Muse's CRK Stories
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16 Feb 2026
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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/SDVN Fics
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12 Feb 2026
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Sometimes, Pure Vanilla Cookie wants to scream. He does not- will not, as he forces himself to instead bottle those feelings for a later date to dissect. And if he never did, well, it just wasn't the right time. Even if it meant burrowing deeper into himself and hiding away the most intimate parts of himself.
He had a responsibility to fulfill, after all. If he were to sucumb to his own temptation so easily, he could never forgive himself. Not when work had to be done to care for the cookies who put their faith into him. But he knew his breaking point was fast approaching- sooner than he hoped for.
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or, Pure Vanilla is stressed and asks Shadow Milk for a distraction. Shadow Milk is more than happy to agree.Series
- Part 23 of Tired Tina's PVSM/SDVN Fics
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09 Feb 2026
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The Light of Deceit sails the calm night waves, her captain commands to follow the faint gleam of gold into the mist.
Two halves of one Heart have met again after centuries, but if the disdain in Shadow Milk's voice is anything to go by, it's still too soon.- Language:
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09 Feb 2026
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Shadow Milk Cookie lunges, fury incarnate, but Pure Vanilla is ready. He doesn’t raise his staff. Doesn’t cast. Doesn’t defend.
He simply steps forward. And wraps his arms around him. Not in battle.
In embrace.
Shadow Milk freezes. His forehead presses to Pure Vanilla’s collarbone. Not gently. Not willingly. But needfully.
“Don’t say you forgive me,” he says, voice ruined. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m not,” Pure Vanilla replies. “Not until you're ready to hear it.”
The candles crackle. The walls hum. But in the center of the room, something quiet unfolds.
Not peace. Not yet.
But the possibility of it.
And Shadow Milk Cookie—terrible and lonely and terribly alive—lets himself be held. Just for a moment. Just until the trembling stops.
How cruel, then, how unthinkably cruel, that this moment must end.
Because in three months’ time, he will be nothing.
In three months’ time, his name will be only used in past tense.
And Pure Vanilla Cookie will stand alone beneath the candied stars, cradling a broken body.
Just to do it all over again.
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- Part 1 of My Cookie Works
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19 Dec 2025
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A touch.
A whisper of contact, feather-light and devastating, across the base of his tail.
Shadow Milk went rigid.
“What the hell are you doing!?” he barked, face blooming with mortified heat.
But Pure Vanilla didn’t flinch. He merely tilted his head, brows lifting in a way that was maddeningly serene.
“I’ve always been curious,” he said, as though commenting on a flavor of tea he’d yet to try. “Your tail looks so soft. I’ve wondered for ages if it felt as luxurious as it seemed…”
As he spoke, his fingers moved again.
Slowly.
Purposefully.
He placed one hand gently at the very base of Shadow Milk’s tail—where the fur was thickest, where it anchored into the curve of his lower spine—and ran his palm in a single, smooth motion all the way to the tip.
The effect was immediate.
Shadow Milk shuddered.
A full-bodied, involuntary tremor worked its way through him, starting in his shoulders and radiating out like a struck tuning fork. His breath caught. Not in surprise this time. Not even in panic.
Something else.
Something hot.
“You’re trembling,” Pure Vanilla murmured, sounding utterly fascinated. “Does it tickle?”
“It—No!”
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- Part 5 of My Cookie Works
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11 Dec 2025
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“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.
Only for a blink. A breath.
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!"
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- Part 6 of My Cookie Works
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08 Dec 2025
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What lingers first in Pure Vanilla’s memory are two eyes— cyan and blue.
They were not simply colors, not merely shades to be catalogued among the blossoms that lined the Vanilla hills. They were shadows caught in ice, stars buried in snow. And in the middle of all that frost, a boy who looked too small for the crown that would one day press against his brow, eyes too large for the timid boy who held them.
Pure Vanilla had not known then that love could strike so young.
He had thought it the sort of thing that bloomed late, like the orchids that only flowered when the sun coaxed them after patient months of waiting.
But with Shadow Milk, it was not coaxed— it was immediate.
Pure Vanilla is six, and he knows he's in love.
(It never changes)
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- Part 7 of My Cookie Works
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08 Dec 2025
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Unprofessional. This was highly unprofessional.
That was the thought Shadow Milk clung to like a life raft while her mouth was very, very busy being unprofessional against Pure Vanilla’s.
She had meant to demonstrate. A quick, controlled example. A practical illustration of “this is how you write it, you hopeless creature,” accompanied by maybe one (1) chaste kiss.
Instead, Pure Vanilla had her spread out beneath her on the bed, cardigan pushed up her arms, lips parted and flushed, and Shadow Milk’s sanity dangling by a thread.
Their mouths met again, and the world narrowed to the press and pull of it— Vanilla’s soft gasp, the way her fingers fisted in Shadow Milk’s ponytail, the slight, nervous hitch of breath right before she dared to kiss back harder.
Shadow Milk broke away first, because somebody had to.
“T-This,” she managed, voice wrecked and breathless, “this is how you should write it. Got it?"
“I’m still… unsure,” Pure Vanilla murmured in response, her lips brushed Shadow Milk’s cheek. “Mind if we try again?"
Shadow Milk made a noise that was definitely not a whimper and absolutely not a prayer.
God. Fucking. Damnit.
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08 Dec 2025
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"In art, chiaroscuro (...) is the use of strong contrasts between light and dark, usually bold contrasts affecting a whole composition." (Wikipedia).
How long can a lie remain a lie before it becomes a justification to linger? For how long can one lie about motivations before the lie becomes their truth?
Shadow Milk Cookie makes good on his threat that Pure Vanilla Cookie's kindness will be his undoing. He arrives in the Vanilla kingdom asking for help, lying that his followers have turned on him and his magic is gone. This lie wraps him up in itself until he is completely enmeshed, unable to tell where the lie ends, and where his true motivations begin. That lie becomes an excuse to linger.
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- Part 1 of Chiaroscuro
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08 Dec 2025
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The room is too bright.
It’s quaint, in a nauseating sort of way. Polished floors glint from the gleaming honeycomb chandeliers overhead, make him squint. A few vases sprinkled here and there, filling the room with a sickeningly sweet scent – even a waffle-cone headrest framing the silken sheets of a neatly-tucked bed. Outside, the golden sun gleams, the gentle rays of light spilling past curtains that waver in the afternoon breeze.
It's meant to be beautiful. Luxurious. Welcoming.
With one sweep of his cane, Shadow Milk tears it apart.
[[ Completed ]]
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- Part 1 of Jamma Jambound's SDVN works
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08 Dec 2025