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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