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Pure Vanilla reached out. Time seemed to slow as his hands moved. But then, Pure Vanilla’s hands stopped, as they always did — And awkwardly hovered over Shadow Milk’s lower arms, the intention clear enough that it couldn’t be ignored.
Shadow Milk just stared down at the hands. He remained silent. They were so close and yet the lack of the touch was more apparent than ever.
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Shadow Milk is touch starved. Pure Vanilla reaches for everyone, except him.
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The folded paper withheld the simple Dark Cacao Kingdom insignia, golden swirls were pressed on the edges of the eggplant coloured parchment, indicating the importance of it. They rarely exchanged letters now, busy with their respective kingdoms, so it was uncommon to receive one unprompted.
It contained very few words with simple cursive letters.
Dark Choco is dead.
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It was… a bathhouse. And there, right in the middle, was Pure Vanilla cookie. He had his back faced towards Shadow Milk, the colours from the windows painted his golden hair as if it were a canvas. A sliver of bare tan skin, the jut of his shoulder, could be seen from behind the shimmering strands. Slowly, Pure Vanilla’s head turned to look over in his direction.
“Shadow Milk?” He inquired quietly, the words echoed through the empty room.
A rush of warmth shot down Shadow Milk’s body as Pure Vanilla rose to stand up, his physique slowly exposed itself to the hip, rivulets of clear water ran down his form.
Oh.
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Hands came to grab at his head, curling around his jaw. “Do you regret embracing deceit, you miss the comfort of your truth don’t you?” Shadow Milk tsked, pulling his head forward to force Recluse to look at him.
“No! Of course not.” Truthless Recluse denied vigorously attempting to shake his head, he stared back into the other’s mismatched pupils.
Shadow Milk looked down at him, still holding his head in a tight grasp. His forked tongue darted out and wet his lips. Recluse swallowed and Shadow Milk’s eyes flitted down for a moment to watch his adam’s apple bob up and down.
The hands left his face and a harsh push came to his shoulders as he was unexpectedly shoved back. Recluse’s lips parted in a silent gasp as his head hit the mattress with a thump.
“Then prove it.”
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Suddenly Su-bong felt the touch of a hand on his shoulder, startling him back to reality unpleasantly. Who the hell did this person think they were? He was not in the mood to deal with another staff member with a saviour complex.
“The fuck do you think you’re doing.” He snapped rudely, shrugging the hand off his shoulder. He rubbed his eyes and moved to sit upright.
“Thanos?” A voice said. Shit, he did not want to deal with a fan right now.
Su-bong looked up at the person hovering above him, meeting with a familiar face. “Nam-su?” He asked, eyes widening.
Nam-su(?) brushed his inky black hair back behind his ears and let out a half laugh. “Nam-gyu but, uh, yeah.”
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AU where the games end after mingle. Thanos tries (and fails) at managing his addiction, leading him to reunite with an old teammate after three years.
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Truthless Recluse and the Sage of Truth exchange a series of letters with one another that plunge them deeper and deeper into the throes of infatuation.
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12 Feb 2026
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A Prank War between Beast and Ancient can be waged on the battlefields of both hate and passion, especially when a deal is struck that allows those parties to embrace in the shadowed corners of sinful twilight. However, despite the rules for freedom and choice of extra partners coming into play, the dance suddenly seems overcrowded for a certain healer. He now finds himself swept into emotions he believes are destined for tragedy. For he knew that everything, his love, his hopes, and even himself, was too much to bear.
Backed into a corner, walls closing in on his growing heart, the Ancient takes one last leap of faith to win the war for good. However, what he didn't have in mind was a third dancer, waiting in the wings for their turn to show him what the Beast deprives him of. A dancer that would give them the world, if he just let them in.
A dancer made of silk, nylon, and spandex.
(i.e., Shadow Milk is a huge jerk with benifits, and Pure Vanilla tries to pull a prank on him only to be absolutely ravished by his clothes.)
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28 Jan 2026
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Truthless Recluse held his gaze quietly, ever so slightly tilting his head to the side.
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And just like that, Shamil’s heart was caught.
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OR: a modern AU where Pure Vanilla works in a coffee shop during the day and a stripper at night to make ends meet. What will happen when he meets a certain, rich, wickedly smart blue haired man?
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27 Jan 2026
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"Espresso," Madeleine mumbled his name, pulling him into a hug. "Espresso, Espresso, Espresso." Head over shoulder, tilted to the side so to hear his racing heart. Oh, how he wanted this. How he's wanted to hug Espresso all this time, to be close and play, for their talk to be so much more—only to be held back by his own state of mind, that it would ruin everything, it would ruin their public image, the both of them, and everything would go away. It was his greatest fear and greatest hurdle. "You mean so much to me. You're worth all of the sweets and flowers and gifts on the holidays. You're so important."
Espresso stiffened against him, his breaths going shallow and quick. His heart was beating so fast, so strongly that it betrayed his liveliness. It took more than a few moments to reply, but the way his hand reaffirmed its place in Madeleine's hair, slowly combing through and joining warmly with the back of his neck, was more than enough of a response.
"Madeleine... I think I'm in love with you," Espresso admitted softly, a strange sort of tightness in his voice.
Madeleine accidentally bumps one of Espresso's shelves and gets a potion on him.
This changes everything.
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15 Jan 2026
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The fae cannot lie—but that does not make them honest. Bound to truth, yet they embrace deceit.
Many believe creatures who cannot lie must be easy to outwit. Those mortals rarely survive long enough to regret the mistake, for the fae’s games are cruel, precise, and merciless—and every grave consequence is earned without a single false word spoken.
Or; A Fae King meets a skeptical mortal trapped in a fairy ring.Series
- Part 3 of Cookie Run fics
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15 Jan 2026