AN: Nightmare blunt rotation. i should have made general headcanons instead of little scenarios because I just know some of them ended up OOC. I ALSO COULD NOT find a JJK woman to fit the last part. FUCK IT WE BALL FOR MY FIRST TIME DOING SOMETHING LIKE THIS😭
Word Count: <1k
You think you’re going crazy, but you could have sworn you’ve seen that man way more than what’s considered normal. He’s in the park, at the grocery store, sometimes you see him walking by your house despite having never seen him in your neighborhood before. Maybe he just recently moved here? But no… It seems like he’s noticed how often he’s running into you too with the confused looks he gives you whenever you two bump into each other when turning corners on the sidewalk or the dairy aisle.
This can’t just be a coincidence anymore…
“Oof!””
You’re lost in thought when you feel your head hit something soft yet solid, effectively disorienting you. As you try to gather your bearings, you can hear someone chuckling as they pick your bag off of the floor.
“Oh dear, you should be more careful next time~”
You grumble out a thank you while you shake your head. His voice made you feel yucky, but his smile was so much worse when you could finally see properly as he kindly handed you your bag.
Don’t be mean to someone you just walked into…
“Have we met before?”
He shakes his head as he chuckles again. His soft white strands sway from side-to-side and you find yourself grimacing further.
“No, I don’t think we have. But, it’s nice to finally meet you.”
Your eye twitches as you bite your tongue and try not to recoil in disgust.
- Satoru Gojo, Lygus, Shadow Milk Cookie
Flash!
You turn around when you hear an out-of-place shutter sound with an accompanying flash in your direction. What greets you is a tall man dressed in dark clothing and nervously fumbling with his clunky camera. His face flushes a bright pink when he sees you’ve noticed him trying to discreetly take a photo of you, and it causes him to immediately freeze next to the large plant he was definitely using to hide behind prior to being discovered.
“You know you should ask for permission before taking a photo of someone.”
You hiss out as you walk up to him. You put your hands on your hips and try to give him the meanest glare you can muster despite how your eyes wandered over his body. Sweat beads down his forehead and makes his hair cling to his face as flustered apologies leave his lips.
Oh. He’s cute~
Normally, you would have demanded for the creep to hand over their device so you could personally delete the photo before giving them a good thrashing, but…
“So you gonna ask or what?”
His eyes widen and he’s quickly nodding (once he understands you didn’t just threaten to call the police) as he tries not to drop his camera in excitement. You give him a snarky grin and grab his wrist to drag him to a better spot. You can feel him shaking in your grasp and you think you have him right where you want him.
What an easy man.
- Pure Vanilla Cookie, Phainon, Yuji Itadori
“What a beautiful, young person you are.”
You hear a sultry woman’s voice behind you, but you don’t bother turning around.
She’s probably complimenting someone with her.
A new cafe had opened up in the area and you did dearly want to go with someone you knew, but alas they were all busy. The grand opening was giving out tons of free things and you couldn’t just miss out on it because you were alone.
You stand on the line and continue to scroll through your phone until you feel someone poking your shoulder. Your head whips around and morphs into one of confusion as you come face-to-face with the most gorgeous woman you’ve ever seen.
“Oh, uhm, did you need something?”
You feel out of place in your outfit as you see she’s dressed to the nines and smiling at you, which you reciprocate with much less enthusiasm.
“Need? Oh, no. I was just complimenting you. It doesn’t seem like you’ve heard me…”
Your smile becomes even more wobbly as you feel the saliva in your mouth dry up.
“W-what compliment…”
The lady looks at you in confusion before giving you that confident grin and repeating what you thought you had only imagined mere moments ago.
“You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”
You nervously try to laugh it off as a joke, but the woman doesn’t budge. If anything, she’s taken your flustered state as an opportunity to move even closer to you. Your noses are nearly touching as your laugh trails off with the proper words to say in this situation finally coming to your mind.
“Thank you…”
She gives you a wicked smile before placing a finger under your chin and shutting your mouth for you. It only serves to make your face become more red as you hadn’t even realized you were literally staring at her with your mouth agape after muttering those two words. You jolt when the woman’s fingers intertwine with yours but are frozen in embarrassment and shock, leaving you unable to do a thing.
“I heard great things about this place.”
You barely even glance at the line finally moving up a few steps, your eyes locked onto her completely.
“Yet I didn’t think I would find someone even better.”
She gives you a wink that has your heart feeling like it’s going to burst.
I’m going to die…
- Eternal Sugar Cookie, Aglaea, Uro
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You decided to bake some cupcakes for your overworked husband. Surely nothing will go wrong!
₊✦Cookie Run: Kingdom | Pure Vanilla Cookie x Gn!Reader✦₊
From the first moment that Pure Vanilla Cookie uttered her name ever so gently to the moment you saw him gaze upon her with a loving smile, you knew you'd never compare to White Lily Cookie.
You shouldn't have cared, you really shouldn't have. Your marriage was arranged out of political necessity and the relationship born from it was nothing more than a polite gesture. And yet, whenever you saw those two together, you felt nothing but that same old ugly feeling brewing in your stomach; ready to spill out at any moment.
It wasn't fair.
Though it was hard to put a finger on what exactly your feelings towards Pure Vanilla Cookie were, it wasn't fair that his attention seemed more on his "friend" than you, his lawful spouse. Sure, he never was affectionate with her in the same way he was affectionate towards you — those gentle kisses, loving caresses and warm embraces were reserved for you and you only — but that didn't make it hurt any less. He could show you as much affection as he wanted to but it'd never make up for the hurt you felt from seeing the longing in his eyes whenever he was with White Lily Cookie.
Was it unfair to expect him to return your feelings? You certainly weren't denying it, but emotions were almost never logical.
Somewhere along your plan of getting the council off your back, you had fallen for Pure Vanilla Cookie. You wished for nothing more than for those very feelings to disappear; to melt away and wash down your body until the only proof of their existence was a small puddle on the ground, one that you could call in a servant to deal with and call it a day.
But no, you were stuck with the ache in your heart whenever that stupid smile wasn't directed towards you.
Not fair. Not fair. Not fair.
"Y- Your Majesty, the food!"
The sound of the chefs' panicked shouts and the scent of smoke were what you came back to, followed closely by the annoying, constant beeping of an alarm and the sensation of your dough soaking up the water droplets that fell on you.
It appears that you got so caught up in your thoughts that you failed to notice the cupcakes you were baking ended up burning to a crisp in the oven, which later caused a fire and activated the fire alarm, causing you to be soaked head to toe with water. How embarrassing, how unbecoming of a queen. You couldn't even do one thing right and you had the audacity to complain about Pure Vanilla Cookie choosing White Lily Cookie over you?
"Your Majesty..." one of the chefs called out, this time her worry not directed towards your burnt food but at you. "Are you alright? Were you harmed?"
Yes, you held back your bitter response. It wasn't as if Pure Vanilla Cookie would come running to coddle you if you said your feelings were hurt over being unable to bake properly. Honesty wouldn't help you here.
"...No. No I'm alright," you turned to face them with a smile. None of them looked like they believed you yet none of them looked like they wanted to confront you either.
"Your Majesty," another one began, their expression anxious, "How did your cupcakes turn out?"
You and them, every single chef in the kitchen with you right now, knew very well that your treats turned out horribly. That's what you thought so at least, but if it really was horrible then why was that chef asking you about it? They were the professionals here so was there... a chance that everything turned out fine?
You looked back in front of you, putting on an oven mitt with haste before you opened up the oven and took out the tray with your cupcakes on it.
And, as expected, they were burnt to a crisp.
Honestly, what were you even expecting? That you'd be some kind of prodigy despite having never cooked before until today? Or were you expecting some kind of divine intervention from the Witches themselves so your cupcakes would turn out good? Why did you get your stupid hopes up anyway? Sure the chefs were the professionals here and thus would know better than you, but they were bootlickers first and chefs second. Obviously they'd try to cheer you up despite how bad your cooking was.
Stupid, stupid, stupid...!
"Y- Your Majesty, they don't look t- that bad!"
...Right, right. You had to calm down. There were still Cookies with you which meant you had to keep your composure. You had already embarrassed yourself enough as their queen, you didn't need to embarrass yourself anymore than that. Not somewhere where others could see you, at least.
You looked to the side where you heard one of the chefs call out to you and sure enough there he was, looking nervously at your failed cupcakes.
"They don't?" you questioned. There weren't even any icings on them yet so if his words were true, you had to question his taste in food. Though you supposed it didn't matter as his stuttering gave away his actual thoughts.
"H- Here, let me have a taste!" He bravely yet anxiously snatched a burnt cupcake from the tray and threw it in his mouth with a big gulp.
As expected, his expression shifted to that of disgust.
"I- It's good, Your Majesty!"
You looked away. "Right..."
"Your Majesty! I hope you don't mind if I have a taste too!" another chef piped up as she grabbed a cupcake. Before long, her expression twisted into one of disgust as well. "It's r- really good..."
"Right..."
You might as well give up your duties as a queen and become a commoner if you couldn't even do something as simple as baking a cupcake for your husband.
"Your Majesty," began a voice that was both calm and gentle as the owner placed their hand on your shoulder. Your eyes soon met those of the head chef whose face held no expression. Strangely enough, it was a soothing sight. "Let's start decorating the cupcakes then wrap them up. Despite their quality, I'm sure His Majesty Pure Vanilla Cookie will appreciate the effort you put into your gift."
Appreciate it... that's right, Pure Vanilla Cookie was an extremely kind Cookie who was also a very loving husband despite the reason the two of you ended up together. At the very least, he'd say something sappy about how it's the thought that counts before taking a bite out of your burnt cupcakes, then with a dumb smile on his face, he'd no doubt tell you that he liked them.
Why did you even get so upset about this in the first place? Goodness, you were so stupid.
"But first, I suggest you dry yourself off with a towel and change into new clothes."
Oh right, you were soaked head to toe.
.
.
.
In front of you was the sight of White Lily Cookie holding a basket full of handmade sweets to Pure Vanilla Cookie who held one of them in his hands, looking at it with a sweet smile on his lips.
It didn't take you long to run off in tears and hastily dump your carefully wrapped gift box into the nearest trash.
What were you thinking?
What were you thinking?
There was no way you could've known that White Lily Cookie would make something of her own for Pure Vanilla Cookie today, but you should've known that it was foolish to think he'd accept the cupcakes you baked for him; especially ones that ended up burnt and looked so disgusting. The only reason some of the chefs even bothered to try it out was because the stability of their jobs lied in your hands. Pure Vanilla Cookie meanwhile was a king, you'd have to be stupid to believe that he'd try out what you baked for him in the first place— oh wait, you are stupid.
Besides, with him being so busy with his duties, why would you ever think that Pure Vanilla Cookie would choose your terrible cooking over White Lily Cookie's?
It's always her, always her.
Her her her her her...!
Why did you think you even had a chance?
Why did you think he'd choose you over her in the first place?
When would you even accept the fact that you were never ever going to compare to her and that it was pointless to even try; to bother?
Why did you stay, knowing that none of this mattered in the end? That he loved White Lily Cookie more than he did you? That he only loved White Lily Cookie?
Weren't you being a horrible spouse then for making him stay with you?
You claimed to love him and yet you couldn't even do the bare minimum of letting him go and be with the Cookie that he truly loves. You should divorce him already and return back to your kingdom where you should've done what your council— the Cookies who knew what was best for you told you what to do.
It wasn't as if you were forced to stay in this marriage in fear of war breaking out either. The Vanilla Kingdom had always been an ally to yours and the marriage's only purpose was to get the council off your back and stop being annoying. An action you now knew to be a mistake. A huge mistake.
It made sense then why Pure Vanilla Cookie preferred White Lily Cookie over you. Unlike you, she wasn't forcing him to stay with her. Unlike you, her insecurity didn't lead to her being controlling of every single little thing that Pure Vanilla Cookie did. Unlike you, she was not a crybaby who burst into tears at every little inconvenience and needed someone else to come comfort her.
Unlike you, she was a perfect fit to be a queen.
Unlike you.
Unlike you...
Just why couldn't you do anything right...?
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.
.
"Oh? White Lily Cookie!" Pure Vanilla Cookie's eyes lit up with joy as his gaze landed on her form and flashed her a smile. "What brings you here to my garden?"
"Pure Vanilla Cookie," she greeted him back with a smile of her own and lightly lifted the basket full of store-bought desserts she was carrying. "I've been told that you were overworking yourself again, so I thought I should bring a gift for you to enjoy with your spouse."
A light laugh left his lips in response, "Really? How kind of you!" His hand dug into the basket and brought out the first sweet that he touched; a strawberry dipped in chocolate. Though it wasn't one of his favourites, he was already looking forward to the way you'd timidly feed these to him as well as the other sweets that were inside the basket.
Just the thought of it alone was enough to get his heart to flutter and widen the smile already on his face.
The conversation went on, moving onto a few different subjects before White Lily Cookie had to take her leave. With one last wave and a smile, Pure Vanilla Cookie turned to head back inside his castle; impatient to share the sweets White Lily Cookie bought for the two of you with you.
But as he was on his way towards the castle, a glimpse of something in a nearby trash can standing by the path caught his eye. Though a closer look made it clear that glimpse was an understatement as the thing that caught his eye was a box that took up a good portion of the trash can. He took that as a sign that he should order every trash can in the garden to be replaced by bigger ones, but something about this situation didn't sit right with him.
He stepped closer, the details of the box even clearer now. It was painted in his favourite colour and wrapped up in ribbons that he immediately noted to be your favourite colour. Cute, but the sight now brought with it feelings of anxiety and Pure Vanilla Cookie's mind churned and churned with the implications of what this meant.
Without hesitation, he scooped the box up from the trash can that was otherwise empty and held it under his arm. He dropped the basket by the kitchen as soon as he was inside his castle before heading up, not to his shared bedroom with you, but to his office where he knew no one would disturb him for a while.
He placed the box down on the table and sat down with a sigh. If the box was what he thought it was, then why did he find it in the trash? Part of him feared opening the box as it could confirm his suspicions, but what other choice did he have? Ignoring the box or throwing it away certainly wouldn't help, if anything that might make the situation even worse.
And so with a deep breath to prepare himself, he opened the box.
Inside was a mess of icing and a sea of burnt dough, likely inedible.
He knew of only one Cookie who was so much of a perfectionist that they'd throw away all the effort they spent on their gift on a whim while in tears. This wasn't the first time after all, but it was the first time where Pure Vanilla Cookie was the presumed recipient.
"Oh, my bluebird..."
He grabbed a handful of the burnt crumbs, uncaring of the mess he'd cause, and placed them in his mouth without hesitation.
The crumbs were hard and unpleasantly bitter, just having them in his mouth made him feel nauseous.
In contrast, the icing was soothingly sweet; the one saving grace to whatever it was that he was eating.
But...
He grabbed another handful of the crumbs, this time wiping away as much of the icing as possible before throwing them in his mouth. Then he did it again.
Then again.
And again.
The bitter taste filled his mouth.
The hard crumbs dragged down his throat almost painfully, some big enough to make him feel like he was choking.
The contents of his stomach swirled and churned.
And yet, he doubted that any of the discomfort he was feeling could ever compare to the anguish you must've felt when you made these.
That same anguish that you must undoubtedly be feeling now.
Something wet fell onto his hand, soaking up his dough.
Another one followed.
Before long, all that remained in the box was the icing that the crumbs came with. His hands were a mess of icing, crumbs and tears.
"Bluebird..." the nickname barely left his lips in a meek whisper, "why won't you open up to me?"
Hcs for pv dating reader who is kinda like mystic flour in a sense? Quiet, likes to meditate, and shows tons of affection through actions (bringing him tea and fruit in the morning, doing paperwork for him,etc..)
“Actions Speak Louder Than Words”
Tags: Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader, Soft/Wholesome Romance, Slow-Burn, Quiet Affection, Fluff, Healing/Comfort, Domestic, Slice-of-Life, Established Relationship.
Warnings: Minor Emotional Intensity (References to Past Trauma, Self-Doubt), May Trigger Reflection on Social Anxiety or Low Verbal Expression.
You start the day quietly, preparing a gentle breakfast or tea for him. Pure Vanilla Cookie notices even the smallest details—how you slice the fruit perfectly or brew the tea just the way he likes it.
He’ll often sit near you in silence, enjoying the warmth and calm of your shared morning routine. Sometimes he closes his eyes just to focus on the comfort of your presence.
Occasionally, he’ll reach over to hold your hand or rest his head lightly against your shoulder while you finish your tasks, silently communicating his gratitude and love.
Pure Vanilla Cookie is deeply sensitive to actions that come from genuine care. When you handle his paperwork, arrange his scrolls, or leave small notes reminding him to rest, he feels a profound sense of being understood and supported.
He reciprocates with equally thoughtful gestures: leaving a small vanilla blossom on your pillow, gently wrapping you in a warm shawl when he sees you shivering, or guiding you through meditation using his calming aura.
He loves meditating with you. He appreciates how you bring the same serenity into shared moments that he cultivates within himself.
During meditation, he sometimes whispers affirmations or soft guidance, but mostly, he’s content with the peaceful presence you provide—your quiet energy is enough.
When your mind wanders, he’ll quietly place a hand over yours, a grounding gesture that says “I’m here, you’re safe.”
Because of your nurturing tendencies, Pure Vanilla Cookie often feels completely at ease letting you care for him. Whether it’s applying a healing balm or simply preparing a restful space, he finds comfort in your attentive gestures.
He sometimes blushes or smiles faintly when you fuss over him, not because he’s unused to affection, but because your quiet, deliberate love is so pure it disarms him.
You both develop little traditions that don’t require words:
A morning tea ceremony where you pour for him first, then sip together in silence.
Folding herbs or small flower arrangements in the evenings, which he watches with soft admiration.
Leaving tiny notes or drawings for each other to find during the day.
Despite both of your calm demeanors, Pure Vanilla Cookie sometimes teases you in the softest way, like pretending your tea isn’t steeped enough or joking about stealing the last piece of fruit.
Your quiet smile or the subtle shake of your head is all he needs—it’s playful and intimate without breaking the meditative mood.
When he struggles with his past or self-doubt, your quiet presence is a lifeline. You don’t always need to speak; your actions—like sitting close, offering a warm drink, or holding his hand—remind him he isn’t alone.
In turn, he mirrors your calm energy back, letting you feel safe and cherished without any pressure to express yourself verbally.
For both of you, silence isn’t empty—it’s a language of its own. Pure Vanilla Cookie often remarks internally how rare it is to find someone whose quiet is as comforting as your own.
During these moments, he might gently intertwine your fingers with his, or rest a hand on your shoulder, letting mutual presence communicate more than words ever could.
Though you express love primarily through actions, Pure Vanilla Cookie will sometimes surprise you with small verbal affirmations: a soft “I love you” after a shared meditation, or a quiet “thank you” for your thoughtful gestures.
He admires how your love doesn’t need fanfare—how it’s steady, intentional, and sincere—and this makes him even more devoted to you.
The relationship feels like a sanctuary. You’re his calming anchor, and he’s your gentle guiding light. Together, your quiet love creates a space where healing, trust, and understanding thrive.
There’s no need for grand gestures; your everyday attentions—the fruit, tea, paperwork, and meditative companionship—build a deep, unwavering bond.
Warnings: reader is she/her centered. be warned! there will be no smut whatsoever in this fic, only illusions to it. mature content such as blood or gore is to be suspected. cookies are described as cookies and humans. the first few "decks" as I refer to them will be Pure Vanilla centered. Up until planned Deck 3. Chapters are known as "cards". Ex: card 1, card 2, card 3, card 4. Each card having it's own name plus a song. ♡ hope you enjoy xoxo!
A/N: Bae is here now (pure vanilla) ;>>
"WHERE IS SHE?! Where is Dark Enchantress Cookie?!" Yelled, who you now know as Gingerbrave.
You had come to learn the names of the 5 cookies you met within the last few miles of walking. The leader of the small group seemingly was Gingerbrave. Followed by Strawberry Cookie, a very timid little girl in a strawberry hood, how fitting. Then Wizard Cookie. Quite the character; a very bossy, sassy little one who looked and spoke like an old man but had the height opposite to one. Being rather small. Then was Chili Pepper Cookie, a very greedy, feisty, boisterous girl. Always worried about the money and the jewels.
"Hah! That old lady knows better than to mess with ME, THE MIGHTY KING!" And of course, your current favorite, Custard Cookie III. A little blonde boy who reminded you very much of a dog. He really wanted to be a king, and according to him was one of the kingdom they came from. They gave a name, but you didn’t recognize it.
"Not a Cookie around, huh? Where is everyone?" Chili Pepper Cookie asked, glancing around the barren forest we were walking through.
Well, it wasn't exactly a forest. It was more dunes than anything.
"I suspect..." Wizard Cookie started up before clearing his throat, looking now very alert. "No, I'm almost certain we are being watched!"
There was a faint tingly feeling on the back of your neck, you glanced behind you, seeing something in the dusted woods around you. Perched on a treetop was a young girl, or what seemed to be a teenager. Her hair black in a messy ponytail, skin warm and deep, brows furrowed quite angrily. When her eyes locked with yours, she spoke.
“Outlanders, not another step!” She called out.
There seemed to be a cookie behind her, one with a paper bag over its head.
“Black Raisin Cookie!” The cookie spoke hesitantly. So that was her name.
“Go, go back and hide! It’s an attack!” She yelled, standing up from her perch and jumping down, still hiding in the shadows. “Leave these outlanders to me.” She spoke.
“Huh? Where is that voice hiding?!” Gingerbrave Cookie asked, very concerned.
“Show yourself, or else!” Yelled Chili Pepper Cookie. Drawing her daggers.
“Such eyes are not trained to see in the shadows. Outlanders are not welcome in our village!” She yelled.
“Black Raisin Cookie, they’re almost here!” Called another voice from the shadows. They’re?
“Let them come! I wanna see how skilled these outlanders are against us in battle.” She spoke defiantly.
You heard a few distant sounds, one of crows, and the other of this odd…humming.
The crows were coming in, quick.
“DOWN!” You yelled as the sound of the crows drew near. Grabbing most of them and pulling them towards you. You got Wizard Cookie and Custard Cookie III first, as they were closest to you. Yapping your ear off for most of the walk so far.
“WHAT?-” Yelled Strawberry cookie back before she was cut off.
The crows swooped down surrounding the 6 of us as they screamed and cawed.
“GAH! Where did all these crows come from!?” yelled Gingerbrave.
“I’m not sure!” Called back out from Wizard cookie, who was holding his hat to his head.
The odd humming noise got closer and closer.
“Look!” Yelled Custard Cookie III, pointing towards an odd device.
Oh my.
— — — —
After some fighting, which you were rather useless in…the waffle bot, so Wizard Cookie dubbed it, was on the floor, a few sparks lighting from it. The odd girl had retreated back into the shadows also.
“Oh! Oh! These are from the Vanilla Kingdom!?” Yelled Wizard Cookie as he picked up a part that was still sparking before dropping it as it burnt his hand. “HEAVENLY WITCHES!” He cursed.
You gasped. “Are you alright Wizard Cookie?” You asked, kneeling down to him.
“I’m fine, fine.” He spoke but he was still clutching the palm.
After some coercion from the rest of the group he finally showed it to you. It was already rather red, so Custard Cookie gave up his handkerchief to let him hold it to until we could find proper dressing.
“Wait, so does this mean Dark Enchantress is leading us to the Vanilla Kingdom herself!?” Gingerbrave asked.
“The only thing she seems to be useful for.” Grumbled Chili Pepper Cookie as she put her daggers away.
“I think we're on the right path once more!” Custard announced, raising his staff towards where the girl disappeared off to. “Let us follow that lady and her…ehe, villagers!”
Custard grabbed your hand tugging you towards the woods. “Come on, (Reader) Cookie!”
“Ah, you don’t have to tug…” You mumbled, following anyways. You had to bend down some since Custard was rather short.
The other 4 soon followed behind. Custard and you leading, behind you was Gingerbrave, after was Strawberry, then Wizard, then Chili Pepper.
“Wait a moment! Why am I in the back?!” Complained Chili Pepper.
“Because, you're the loudest.” Said back Wizard, still healing his wound.
“What does that mean!--” she started again before Gingerbrave cut her off.
“Wait a moment, that girl used us as bait for the wafflebots before running away!” He spoke.
“I suppose she did, didn't she..?” You piped up.
“Maybe she was scared?” Suggested Strawberry Cookie.
“She wasn’t scared to yell.” Chili Pepper Cookie said back.
“Well there's a difference between yelling and fighting.” You reasoned, glancing back and giving a comforting smile. “I’m sure there's a reason why she ran.” You spoke.
“There's a village!” Exclaimed Custard, raising his staff again.
“Shes there too!” Yelled Chili Pepper who raged forward, rushing past the rest of us.
“So much for being in the back.” Huffed Wizard who followed, followed by Strawberry Cookie and Gingerbrave, taking out their weapons.
“YOU! YOU USED US AS BAIT!!”
“Diplomacy!” Custard yelled as you two followed slower, though Custard was dragging you now that Chili Pepper was screaming.
“You!- How’d you manage to get past the wafflebots?” The girl asked, looking stunned.
“We defeated them!” Said Gingerbrave proudly.
The villagers surrounding Black Raisin Cookie began murmuring.
“I don’t trust them…” “It must be a trick!” “They defeated…the wafflebots?”
“Perhaps you were conspiring with them.” Spoke Black Raisin Cookie, stepping forward in a defensive position.
“What?!” Gingerbrave spoke.
“SAY THAT AGAIN I YA FUC–” started Chili Pepper.
“Chili Pepper!” you scolded. You sighed. “Look, I apologize for my friends here. They have rather short tempers. One of them is injured; were just like you. Just trying to survive.” You tried to reason with the girl.
She seemed to have considered it for a moment, her eyes briefly softening before hardening again into the scowl she had when you first laid eyes on her. “I know better than to trust an outlander! And so many at once too!” She spoke, drawing her weapon. “Get out of my sight!”
“Run! RUN!” Yelled Gingerbrave quickly ushering us to run. You pulled Custard this time instead of the other way around, following Gingerbrave towards a tent. Though the group of villagers and Black Raisin were closing in.
When we sped into the tent, they all followed. It was a dimly lit tent, smelling of rubbing alcohol and something more…warm. Vanilla-y.
“GOT YA!” She said, drawing her sword in a defensive position but still hesitating to strike just yet.
The villagers began to surround us uncomfortably, but began bleeding into a more closed off section of the tent. “It shall take more than that to stop us!” Yelled Wizard Cookie. Though Black Raisin seemingly began to panic as the villagers bombarded into the other area as well.
“No! Wait! Not towards that way–” She yelled before being cut off. “ENOUGH!” Yelled a cookie, emerging from the closed off wing.
The cookie was tall, rather skinny looking. His hair was blonde, though the ends were dirty. Not greasy, just dirty. Like a sandy dirty blonde. His skin was tan, though part of his face was covered from the tip of his nose above with dirty bandages. His head was covered with a brown hood shawl that also continued down, wrapping around his upper torso. The rest of his clothes was an odd rag like robe stitched down to the floor. He was holding a staff, though its head was wrapped in bandages as well.
“My patients need quiet.” He huffed, hands on his hips. “Please, do not disturb their healing and rest.”
“But Healer Cookie!
They've breached our village!” Black Raisin tried to reason with the man. So that was his name, Healer Cookie.
“Wafflebots? Here? Where?!” Healer Cookie whipped his head around, l
“No, Healer Cookie. Not Wafflebots. These Cookies.”
You were standing front and center in front of Raisin, trying to protect the others with your body. Though of course, the ever so courageous and diplomatic Custard Cookie III had to make himself known to the new cookie. Who seemed diplomatic and reasonable enough to him; though so far as you can tell, that wouldn't have stopped him if he wasn’t.
“AHEM! GREETINGS! HI! NEWLY MET COOKIES!"
"I am here to become your new king!” Custard announced proudly, stepping out in front of you. Instinctively you grabbed the back of Custard Cookie III’s cape. Ready to pull him back if things got sour.
“See? These outlanders would dare to-” Just then Healer Cookie began smacking the back of Black Raisin Cookie with his staff. “OW! Healer Cookie!? That hurt! OW!”
“Take a good look at these travelers, Black Raisin Cookie!” Healer Cookie spoke, gesturing towards us, with his hand now on her back instead. “Certainly, they are not our foes. They are but children! Don't close off your soul to strangers' help.”1
“Such wise words!” Custard Cookie was now currently beaming, glad to find someone so similarly open to strangers. “I, Custard Cookie III, also wish for peace between us, sir! Please!”
“Let them come inside, Black Raisin Cookie.I'm sure everyone can't wait to hear our guests' story. Even my staff wants to say "hi"!” Healer Cookie spoke, grinning happily at his joke. Or what we all think is one? “Now, now. Cookies from afar! Let us share the roof tonight! Our humble village welcomes you!”
“Thank you!” Custard Cookie said, running up to the man, shaking his open hand in which Healer Cookie only smiled and kneeled to speak to Custard.
The cookie was rather fatherly towards Custard, looking very interested at whatever the little boy was going off on about while he nodded with a smile.
“C’mon reader Cookie!” Custard said happily, a little too loud seemingly for Healer Cookies liking.
You sighed, walking up. “You don’t have to yell, y’know…I can hear you well enough.” You spoke.
“That would be rather appreciated.” Healer Cookie said with a chuckle as he stood up to greet you, holding out his hand to which you took to shake. That was until he bowed gracefully, kissing the back of your hand. Not…romantically, just out of respect. “Thank you all for your help with the wafflebots, but I have some things I need to attend to. Please excuse me.” He said before turning and going back behind the divider where the patients were.
ft. Shadow Milk, Pure Vanilla, Dark Choco x F!Reader
Meant to be read after the completion of the series, or you could be impatient like me 😭
Includes: Blood, Weapons, Pregnancy, Trespassing, Yandere, Children, Shenanigans, Death, Manipulation, Fluff (for real this time)
AN: I wrote the children as gender-neutral so you can imagine them as any gender you want. Tbh, I had imagined PVC with a daughter, DCC with a son, and SMC with a mix.
Word Count: 3.2k+
Shadow Milk Cookie
“So what if they’re trouble-makers? They’re our trouble-makers~”
Triplets, quadruplets, quintuplets; you will not be giving birth to just one child. It’s almost like chaos runs through every single fiber in his body, down to his very DNA.
He doesn’t even know you’re pregnant until you’re throwing up in the middle of breakfast and he’s internally freaking out thinking that you somehow managed to ingest some sort of poisonous berry.
Hours pass with you locking yourself in the bathroom and him cleaning up the entire house waiting for you to come back while being on edge. Every time he would knock, you would just tell him you were okay and to “leave me alone!”. It really did hurt his feelings, but he had no choice but to slink away and let you do whatever you were doing.
Your body did feel different, and your scent had changed. It felt gradual, not sudden, so you were probably going through some weird human thing. Your scent would change a few times through the year during menstruation, so perhaps this was the same situation? You would push him away during then too, but you had never vomited outright on the kitchen floor…
He’s a nervous wreck until you come out of the bathroom. The sound of the door creaking has him immediately running and hiding behind a wall, head peeking out just enough so he can see you.
You look awful… He waits for you to call his name as a cue that you’re finally ready for him to hover around you again.
“Shadow Milk, we need to talk. Can you come here?”
Your pregnancy is rough, as in Shadow Milk hopes you never get pregnant again because you damaged his fur more than any bear or wolf ever could.
He learned quickly to stay in line because you did not hesitate to rip out his fur for “pretending” to spill your glass of milk and then cry immediately afterwards because you felt bad.
He couldn’t tell what was worse: your anger or your sadness.
On one hand, he had to make a beeline for the nearest hiding spot when he heard you shouting at him for something that he could’ve sworn he hadn’t done nor would do with your current condition (he probably won't do it once you're not pregnant anymore anyways; he's terrified for life). Hiding until you had calmed down left his body half as sore as yours and plenty of times it made him want to take his chances with the wolves and bears outside.
Yet, on the other hand, your tears were unbearable. It was the only thing that would make him rush out of a cabinet, closet, or from under your bed to wherever you were, to hold you and ask what was wrong. The way you would sniffle while apologizing for possibly tearing the hair follicles out of his head permanently, even though he deserved it, made his heart clench and want to tear up alongside you.
“I don’t want to be with a bald man…!”
His eyes narrow and his hug just becomes a pinch tighter, but he doesn’t say anything as you cry into his arms. Especially not mentioning how if he did end up bald, it was going to be because of you.
The children are even worse. He ends up having to cut his hair short until they’re old enough to know that pulling his hair is a one-way ticket to no playtime for that day, and if they actually manage to rip his hair out? A whole week of staying indoors and helping mommy with chores.
While Shadow Milk is seen as funny and easy-going; you’re left playing the bad cop.
You’ve already caught Shadow Milk egging on your kids to bully Custard the III way too many times. A yank of his ear making him sink to his knees has him and your children singing a different tune.
“Sorry mama, won’t happen again!”
“Yeah, mommy!”
“Yeah, mom~”
“Why the hell are you calling me mom too, Shadow Milk?!”
“Yeowch!”
It pisses you off, but you knew you were the only thing between your family being thought of as outcasts versus being declared as menaces of the forest. No matter how many times you yanked, tugged, or even dragged Shadow Milk back home after saying sorry to a very understanding Pure Vanilla and a tearful Custard the III, he just never seemed to learn.
You notice him making crude faces as you leave to Pure Vanilla whose only indication of being irritated are his narrowed eyes and straighter back. One lecture later, he's returning to Pure Vanilla with a gift basket that he definitely didn't steal from. Nope, definitely not.
“You’re a grown man! What’s wrong with you?!”
You don’t even let him explain himself before you’re grabbing him by the collar and making him stumble along behind you. Your children wave bye in a mocking manner to the poor squirrel person they had chased into a tree where they looked like they were about to have a heart attack. Their small hand on their chest and their quivering lips accompanied by panting made you feel even more awful.
“No, actually, apologize. All of you now!”
Your hand grabbing the top of Shadow Milk’s head like a blueberry about ready to pop was all the encouragement they needed. They pout and grumble but eventually end up letting out half-hearted apologies with grins that made the poor beast-man faint on his tree branch, much to your dismay.
You run your hands down your face as they cuddle next to you in a pile of limbs strewn across your body. Their cute, little faces and fluffy tails make you relax at the end of a long, hectic day. Your lover’s gangly body acts like rope tying you all together as he too sleeps, or pretends to, you still weren’t entirely sure about him at times.
The peace and quiet you had wished for had long been robbed by the blue fox that refused to leave you alone. You just wish he would stop scheming, and hoped to one day be able to let go and have fun alongside them. But you knew that if you ever decided to play along with his pranks and plots… That shotgun wouldn’t be collecting dust anymore.
Pure Vanilla Cookie
The first one to immediately notice you’re pregnant.
Unlike Shadow Milk, he’s been around pregnant people before and can pick up on the tell-tale signs and scent even though yours is uniquely human. And unlike Dark Choco, he’s actually around you everyday, for weeks even. Other wolves usually come to fetch him when they require his input and decisions, but they tend to leave you two alone. He’s thinking of just retiring from his role at this point.
At first, he had thought of bringing you back with him to stay with the other members of his pack, but… You’re far too vulnerable in your current state. Throwing up, crying, eating abominations that make the hairs on his arms stand up and his nose crinkle in disgust while he tries to comfort you despite how awful the smoothie you were drinking was.
“Dear, is that really okay for you to drink…”
“You can have-”
He’s immediately gagging at you bringing it closer to him and you back away out of caution.
“N-no, I-I’m fine. Come back.”
“No…”
You end up keeping your quirky foods away from him. Even though he abhors the stench, he still tries to come near you while you consume your unusual choices, and you end up having to shoo him away.
He feels guilty for not being around you as much as he thinks he should, while you start to feel restless at your lack of freedom and him constantly invading your space, leaving no alone time for you. You know you should communicate your feelings to him, but the hormones mess with your head and you don’t even realize you’ve shouted at him so horribly until you see his wide eyes staring back into yours. His ears are completely flattened against his head and his tail hangs limply, making you falter and immediately apologize.
“You did say that you had come to this forest to avoid the life you had before, and the people…”
“Pure Van-”
“No, it’s quite alright. I understand.”
Tears, screams, and other negative human experiences; he bears through it all with you to stay by your side as much as you will allow him to. You barely need to ask and he’s there for you. He’s akin to a servant, waiting on you hand and foot, even after your child is born.
Cold expression with glassy eyes, and already up to your hips at their small age. Your child looks nothing like you besides their eye color. A picture-perfect copy of their father down to the shape of their nails and the length of their eyelashes.
You poke at their cheeks, and their giggles set your heart at ease. Warmth blooms in their eyes as they crawl into your lap despite how heavy they've become, so quickly, and you're more than content to hold them in your arms and pepper them with kisses.
Pure Vanilla no longer goes back to his pack unless it's for serious matters only. He's delegated all responsibilities to the other members and opts to stay with you and your child.
It's peaceful, nothing much really happens, and they're both usually quiet enough that you can relax in the comfort of your room. Pure Vanilla knows you moved here to be alone and live in the silence of nature, so he doesn't mind giving you enough time to be on your own. It's the least he feels he can do after you gave him such precious gifts: your child and you teaching him how to use your gun, just in case.
You didn't miss the way his eyes had filled with a strange light you’ve never seen before when you told him you were going to show him how to use your guns. He never once expressed interest in them prior, so you didn't dwell too much on it. You were pregnant, and didn't want to feel the absolute dreadful strain from the recoil of firing a shotgun on your sore body, as if it already wasn't heavy enough while you were just holding it. Having Pure Vanilla armed against a threat, there aren’t any, helped ease your mind.
“I love you, Y/N.”
“Mmmm…”
You know you should tell him you love him back, but you're exhausted. Your second pregnancy felt even worse than your first, and left you relaxing on the couch multiple times to catch your breath.
“I love you too, mommy!”
You hear your child shout before they're crawling under the blanket where you and Pure Vanilla are cuddled up next to each other. Their fluffy ears poke out and then the rest of their cute, chubby face.
“Love you both."
You say as you lovingly pinch their cheeks as they squeal. They move to lay on you, but Pure Vanilla is quickly grabbing them by the waist and instead dragging them onto his own lap as they whine.
“But mommy is softer…”
“I… Daddy can be soft too.”
It becomes harder and harder to suppress a laugh when you notice Pure Vanilla's ears flattening in dejection the longer the conversation with your child goes on. He ends up holding them tighter against him. They squeal as they're engulfed by his hug and you can hear their laughter becoming softer and quieter as they slowly fall asleep in his embrace.
Dark Choco Cookie
He didn’t even know you were pregnant until he randomly decided to visit you one day just to see how you were doing.
This man is STRESSED when he sees your round belly and thicker body. He can immediately tell you’re pregnant, but with whose child? He has no idea. God, he wishes simultaneously it is yet isn’t his.
You’re more exhausted, but still the same person he remembers, so he isn’t as cautious about approaching you. Your shotgun leans against the wall as you hug him and your stomach basically juts into his. His hands nervously tremble and he almost touches your belly, but holds himself back.
“You’ve been busy…”
“What?”
You don’t even bother telling him what he’s said wrong, sighing and seeing he hasn’t changed one bit either, minus the whole “I don't care if you kill me” theme he had going on.
You have him sit down before you tell him it’s his and he still manages to fall into some furniture. You knew he wouldn’t take it well, but not to the point where you would have to buy a new table for your porch…
You don’t force him to stay, nor does he ask to. But, you do notice that the area around your home has become insanely quieter. No birds, no deer, no wolves. You don’t even hear bugs anymore. A dark, looming shadow can be seen in the woods and after your third sighting, you realize that he’s genuinely lingering around and scaring everything off with his presence alone.
Not only has he basically been stalking you and your home, but he’s also dropped in more often than not. He never arrives empty-handed, coming with a bundle of herbs in his arms, a jar of berries, even a giant boar…
You tell him you would rather he visit you without feeling the need to always bring something, especially after you watched him drag the boar to the front of your house, skin it, chop it up, and then hand it to you in a form that a frail human like you only needed to cook before consuming. It smelled awful, for weeks on end, and it brought in curious bugs to your property for that short while, more than you would like to be honest.
He doesn’t hide his conflicted emotions. His face scrunches up and his pupils dart around unsure about how honest you’re being on wanting only his presence and not what he has to offer, but eventually he nods and wanders back into the woods.
His visits become much more frequent, nearly daily after that conversation. However, not once does Dark Choco take a step into your home during your pregnancy until you’re able to coax him in. A little lie about something being too heavy to lift or too tight to open and he’s following right in after you.
Your home is as confined for his larger body as he remembers it, but he doesn’t comment on it. He’s only here to help you, not do anything that could upset you, and ends up staying the night with the way you keep asking him to help you with more and more things.
It’s not until he’s laying in bed next to you, where you had managed to squeeze him in under the pretense of wanting something warm and soft to hug to sleep, does he finally take his time to admire you. It’s dark, but he can see you, smell you, and hear your soft breaths as you rest. You're perfectly fine as can be while pregnant, but to him it feels like you're much too vulnerable.
I can’t leave her alone.
You expect him to be gone after you wake up, but much to your surprise he stays. He mumbles something about you needing help in your weakened state. The blush he has on his face is hard to hide when you smile and thank him despite how awfully he had worded his offer.
He doesn’t entirely understand what he’s roped himself into, but he wants to stay beside you. Someone warm, someone caring, someone who lights up his bleak world. It doesn’t feel so bad anymore. His life almost feels worth living. And soon, he'll have another reason to stay.
His child is almost as quiet as him. Almost.
They’re bright, vibrant, and starry-eyed. They chase after butterflies and eat random things off the ground until Dark Choco sticks his hand in their mouth and makes them spit it out.
But they’re also very introvertive. Shying away and hiding behind you when Custard the III came to see his newest squire (he meant newest friend).
It takes much coaxing from you and some choice words from Dark Choco for your child to become a little more social. Dark Choco is barely, if any help in that department.
He was dependable for booboos where your child would scream in his ears for hours while he would patch them up. When your child had questions and needed honest answers. And when your child would cry because a rabbit jumped at them, just for said rabbit to end up becoming dinner.
You had to tell him off to not kill in front of a morbidly quiet four year old again, who when asked about their day, would only say, “I saw a rabbit. Dad took care of it.”
Your glare has him looking at every inch of the floor before he's mumbling an excuse.
“I hunted my first rabbit right after I learned how to walk.”
Your eyes narrow further and he’s nearly whispering now under his breath on something about weird human customs and half-heartedly promising not to do it again.
It only takes a few weeks for your child to come back with blood splattered on their cheeks and clothes, and the corpse of a rabbit in their mouth.
“OH MY GOODNESS!”
They’re spitting it out onto the floor with a proud smile while you look on in horror.
“DARK CHOCO!”
“Yes, honey?”
You look behind you where his voice came from. He’s holding a basket of freshly-washed laundry that you had told him to hang up to dry after the wash cycle was completed. If he was inside, then who…
“Excellent work, squire!”
You peek your head out of the doorframe, past where your child stands, and see an equally proud and bloodied Custard the III running up to your porch. He has more rabbits slung over his arm with the red liquid seeping through his sleeves and staining the cloth, leaving you staring in shock with your mouth hung wide open.
“Royal meal mak-, I mean.. Miss Y/N, we brought dinner!”
You don’t even want to turn around at the sound of Dark Choco’s heavy footsteps behind you. You can hear him commending them while the two children beam with delight at the praise whilst covered in blood, luckily none that was their own, but still…
“You should start hunting too, mama!”
“Y-yeah…”
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Can you do a pure vanilla or fount of knowledge with praise but not super soft smut? Idk how to really explain it, thank you and I love your writing!
Includes: Oral sex, P-in-v sex, Burn-out, Public sex/Semi-public sex, Orgasm control, Soft-ish sex
AN: Alternate universe because my reading comprehension skills are low at 3 am💀
Word Count: 1.4k+
🃏Fount of Knowledge 🪄
“Yes, just like that. You’re doing so good.”
His voice is exhausted and his eyes are half-lidded while peering down at you with his cock stuffed in your mouth.
“You truly are my shining star, Y/N.”
He reminded you of the walking dead with his sagging shoulders and depressed demeanor. You can’t even fully recall the last time he had taken a break with you nor when he wasn’t surrounded by students or paperwork.
Oh, Fount…
You decided to visit him in his office, only to find him face-down with his hair splayed on his papers like blood on a crime-scene.
“AH!”
Your scream rattles him awake, causing him to look around startled and confused.
“Wh- what?! Where?! Who?!”
His eyes land on you as you mumble an apology. His frazzled hair that had been standing up in the air, settles down and returns to his burnt out body while he can only sigh. A hand on his head as he tries to shake away the dreariness and waits for you to approach him.
“Fount, you're exhausted.”
“I know, but… It's just a little more and then I can-”
“Fount, please. You need to rest.”
Your hand settles onto the one dangling over the armrest of his chair. His pupils slowly slide in his eyes until they're focused onto your smaller form.
“You're going to burn yourself out like this. If you already aren't…”
He sighs in response to your words again. He knows he's pushing himself to his breaking point, but it just feels like there's so much to do, and he's the only one capable of doing it all.
“I know…”
“And we haven't been around each other for a while…”
You nervously shift to the side as you watch his frown deepen and become even more remorseful. He's been neglecting you, hasn't he? His fingers intertwine with yours as he tries to tug you into his lap, but you shake your head and stand your ground.
“Are you… That upset with me?”
“No, I just have something better planned~”
Usually, he would be wary of your mischievous smile, but being this drained, he could care less about your shenanigans.
“Ah~ Y-you could've had a taste of my lips, but you chose my cock instead?”
He's less composed. His words lack their grace and prose as he watches his dick disappear between your plush lips. Your warm mouth engulfs his twitching genitalia and you can hear him whimpering with each swirl of your tongue on his length. Your wet saliva coats his cock and each bob of your head leaves himself clutching his desk.
Fount…
He sounds like he's about to cry when he cums on your tongue faster than either of you expected.
He must've been pent up so badly…
“I- I’m sorry, my light. I couldn’t… I didn’t mean…”
You’re still sputtering out his cum, not quite hearing his weak excuses, and instead feeling his hand that was gently on top of your head starting to tangle between your strands. His grip is becoming tighter and you tilt your gaze upwards to look into his hazy eyes.
“But you can do it again for me, right?”
Your tongue is already licking the trail of cum that had dribbled down his length.
🌼Pure Vanilla Cookie🌼
“Can you believe that stuffy Fount lectured us?! Us, of all people, Pure Vanilla?!”
“U-uh… N-no?”
You huff as you cross your arms and kick your shoes off. It was mainly your fault, you suppose. Pure Vanilla just looked so cute studying, that you had to crawl under the table in the library despite his stuttering over how improper it was while you teased him. You were so close. You could almost taste him as you pried his legs apart for you to fit in between.
“And what do you two think you’re doing, hmm?”
It just had to be the headmaster.
Poor Pure Vanilla had screamed at the sound of the older man’s voice behind him, which made you hit your head on the underside of the table and reveal yourself. You dearly hoped he wouldn’t peer under the table, but…
Two glowing eyes pierced into your soul before a scowl of disgust appeared on his face at the sight of your hands still grabbing onto the hem of Pure Vanilla’s pants. His robes pushed up and to the side while his legs shook like a newborn fawn’s.
“You’re serious? You two were seriously…!”
His blue face nearly turns purple and with the way his teeth had grit together, you knew you two were in for the longest lecture of your life.
You loosen the hat on your head and Pure Vanilla follows suit. He’s still a bright red and completely silent ever since the Fount had caught you two hours ago. Night had completely fallen as he had run out of breath before yelling at you two to finally just leave.
“Sentencing us to cleaning the entire library for a week is insane! Does he think we won’t try to fuck in there again?”
“Bwagh-!”
You hear Pure Vanilla sputter, choking on his own spit, at hearing your words. He can’t believe that even after being caught by the Fount that you would still want to risk having intercourse in the library again. You look at him with concern, his hands are digging into his hat and he seems like he might implode any second.
“Pure Vanilla, it wasn’t that bad…”
“I… I…”
He only turns away, running his fingers through his hair as you walk up to him. He is a straight A student unlike you, maybe he's worried that being caught with his pants down would affect his chances as salutatorian? No one was going to be valedictorian with White Lily around, that was for sure.
“Pure Vanilla…?”
You ask as you approach him. You look him up and down and that's when you see it: his boner sticking out from under his robes. You're surprised you didn't see it the entire way to his room, but you guess you were too blinded by your fiery rage to notice the way he was uncomfortably shuffling around.
“Hehe, you're just as bad as me~”
“Don't say it like that, and you're not bad.”
His honest praise always made you fluster and frown and leave you with a lack of what to say when he would counter your teasing so sincerely.
You let him come closer to you, his hand intertwines with yours as he presses his forehead to yours.
“I love you, Y/N.”
You hear those saccharine words again while you're underneath him. The moonlight does little to illuminate his room and it helps hide your flustered face that he keeps peppering kisses onto. Your body rocks, as does the bed, with each slap of his pelvis against your ass. The force of his thrusts keeps increasing and getting harder the longer you bite your lip to stop your whimpers from reaching his ears. His breaths fan your cheeks and neck and you're not sure how much longer you can provoke him before unraveling.
“Ah~”
His cock has finally brushed your cervix. The meaty head twitches against it, and you can feel him still to smile against your cheek, almost as if to say gotcha.
Mewls and whimpers fall from your lips that Pure Vanilla gently shushes and presses his own lips against to silence. Tears well in your eyes from edging yourself to the brink of disaster.
“P-Pure Vanilla-”
“I'm here.”
He's lacing his fingers between yours again, pinning your hand down onto the bedsheets while the other lifts your hip for him to get a better angle. Stars dot your vision and he's quickly engulfing your mouth to swallow your moans. You've already been admonished by the headmaster once today, another scolding would probably make him cry. Your eyes roll back and your toes curl as you feel him pushing himself in as deep as he can go while shallowly thrusting before pulling out.
His weight lays on top of you as you two pant, sweaty and exhausted, and you were sure that it was because you two couldn't stop fucking like rabbits. The sheets under you are wet with your essence, and you feel like you should apologize for creating extra work for Pure Vanilla in the morning. His face is nuzzled into your neck and you’re about to tug at his arm to ask for another round, only to hear knocking at his door.
“Pure Vanilla, we received complaints of noise coming from your room. Is everything alright in there?”
But first, you needed to hide.
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Word Count: 2.9k+
Ever since that night you met Pure Vanilla, you’ve begun to feel watched. It started from the moment you stepped outside through your back door. The birds stopped singing, the bugs quit buzzing, and even the trees held their breath. You didn’t think much of it, despite it being very odd. You had things to do and the ripe fruit in your garden was beckoning to you just a few feet away. You couldn’t put your life on pause because of a bad feeling that made you nauseous.
Snap!
You whip your head in the direction of a twig breaking and see something large and dark make itself sparse. The bushes rustle and you don’t waste a second to run back inside lest the creature decide it wants its breakfast right then and there.
You tremble as you hold your shotgun, having run all the way back to your bedroom to retrieve it. You took the safety off and now you’re stuck staring at it, petrified that you may actually have to use it to hurt someone, to kill someone.
“Miss human!”
Knock, knock.
“EEK!”
“Eahhhh!”
“Ah!!!”
You accidentally drop your gun at the unexpected knocking and it goes off. A loud bang rings in your ears and hurtles the entirety of the forest into chaos. Birds caw and you hear multiple screams coming from your front door, followed by complete silence.
S-someone was outside.
You pick your shotgun up with a tighter grip than before and slip the safety back on. You lean against the door to peek through the peephole and see no one within view, just trees and dirt. Cautiously, you open your front door with your weapon still in hand. Left, right, up, all around, and down until you finally spot the basket of berries from the night before. Although, more than half of them were missing, and some had even been smushed like someone fell into them. You wonder if this was Pure Vanilla’s doing. He must have left them on your doorstep the moment you had gone inside, but then… Who did you hear at the door today and who was running around near the back of your home?
Sniff! Sniff…
You hear someone loudly sniffling in the direction of your small shed. Fluffy, yellow hair and a golden tail to match can be seen poking out from behind it. Whoever was hiding was much shorter than Pure Vanilla and even you. Their tail trembles like a leaf and you think they might be crying…
You sling your gun over your shoulders and slowly approach the ramshackle structure. The creature behind it doesn’t notice you and their whimpering becomes much more clearer the closer you get to it. It almost sounded like a child…
You decide it would be cruel to sneak up on someone so small and scared, and instead knock on the front of the shed.
“Ah!”
You hear them scream and see their tail stiffen in the air. Tiny hands grab the tail and pull it closer to their hidden body so they are completely obscured from your view. You try to speak in your softest tone of voice. You must be terrifying to someone so small.
“Is someone back there?”
“N-no.”
A small chuckle escapes you when you hear it really is just a naive child.
“Then, you’re not doing a good job of hiding by answering my question.”
You don’t hear anything for a moment and wonder if they managed to slip away when you weren’t looking until you hear a whispered minced oath.
“Drat.”
You stifle a giggle and exhale to keep your composure.
“What are you doing here, little one?”
“You sound like Pure Vanilla…”
Is that a good thing?
You feel a light bulb must have appeared on top of your head. That name was a dead giveaway that you’re conversing with a wolf child. The golden sprout of a tail with equally shiny hair should have been the most obvious clue, but at least now you were completely sure of what you were talking to, just not who yet.
“I- I’ll come out. Just promise y- you won’t hurt me!”
“I promise.”
You slightly lower yourself to what you assume the height of the child would be and eventually, a small blonde boy walks out from behind his hiding spot. His blue eyes are sullied with tears and his nose is a bright red with the way he’s still sniffling. He wrings his hands together as he nervously glances at you, but specifically the barrel of your shotgun that sticks out past your head.
So that’s why I heard screaming when my gun went off…
But you could have sworn you heard another voice alongside the boy in front of you. You’re about to start asking him questions, but you can see his lips wobbling. It feels like he’s going to break into tears any second.
“No, no, no! Don’t cry! I promised I wouldn’t hurt you!”
“I’m not gonna cry! I’m not…”
Ah… Did I make it worse…
“Not gonna.”
He’s biting his lip as he stares at you. You had to admit he was one stubborn child. You were just grateful that he was trying so hard to not start crying and shouting for Pure Vanilla to save him from a scary human with a loud weapon.
Shouldn’t there be an adult nearby? I should ask him.
You look around and spot no one. Not even the typical bird or rabbit, maybe it’s because there’s a wolf here? A tiny one, but a carnivore nonetheless. You turn your attention back to the little boy and he’s rubbing at his eyes to keep up a brave facade.
“Uhm, what were you doing here? Where’s Pure Vanilla?”
“Wahhhhhhhhh! Don’t tell Pure Vanilla!!!!!!!!!”
“Ah!”
You step back and put your hands out in front of you in surrender as he starts to loudly sob. Tears, snot, and even saliva stain his sleeve that he uses to cover his eyes and occasionally wipe at the rest of his face with.
W-what did I do?! What should I do?!
“I won’t! Don’t cry! Please!”
He continues to wail as you become flustered and even more unsure of what to do. You look around for help again, but it seems he really did come here all alone and no one was coming for him.
“P-promise!”
You kneel in front of him and guide him into your arms where he presses his face against your blouse. You grimace but pull him in closer until you’re eventually able to hold him and pick him up. His small hands grip your shirt and ball the fabric into his fists as he cries his heart out.
What did I do to deserve this…
“One more slice, please!”
“Yes, Custard the III…”
You sigh, but do as he says. He’s sitting at your table, all cleaned up with dimples in his cheeks from his smile, and with blueberry juice all over his lips and chin. You didn’t know what to do besides bring him inside lest you attract something unsavory and actually have to use your gun.
Ugh, what do I do?!
It felt like hours with you letting him cry his heart out in your arms. Mid-sob session, your timer had gone off in the kitchen and the ringing of the alarm only made him cry louder. With each step you took closer to the kitchen, the headache in your skull pounded harder. He didn’t stop wailing until you had turned off the timer and with him still in your arms, opened the oven to check on the pies.
Sniff. Sniff.
Please, no more…
His voice comes out timid and small, but when you look down his eyes are bursting with curiosity.
“What is that delicious smelling circle you’ve crafted?”
“Do you mean the pie?”
He doesn’t even need to ask his next question as he looks at you with those wide, blue orbs of his.
“This is the best pie I’ve ever had! I now declare you the royal berry overseer!”
The royal what?
You were just glad that he had finally calmed down, even if it meant he went through two or three pies all by himself. Leaning back, you let the cool sensation of the solid counter soothe your spine and let your headache ebb away.
“I’m so glad you still had extra after I caught that nasty fox trying to steal from you!”
You look at him confused, but he doesn’t seem to notice, too far gone in the sugar and blueberry sauce.
“The fox?”
He nods, and normally you would have giggled at the mean face he put on, but you were just so exhausted.
“T-that mean fox was eating the berries Pure Vanilla left for you last night.”
He balls his hands into fists before getting distracted by the shiny fork you had given him after not being able to stomach him smearing the pie all over his face.
“He was just digging his face into all the berries. Eating what’s not his.”
You don’t mention how he’s kind of doing the same thing. But, you did bring him into your house and just give him the first thing that made him stop balling his eyes out all over you.
“What does the fox look like again?”
His cheeks puff up, but he doesn’t look away from his pie. Not even when you huff while getting onto the kitchen counter to use as a makeshift seat, considering that you had given Custard the only chair in the room. You have an inkling that he’s just going to describe the blue fox you’ve been seeing. It seemed like everyone wanted to see that rare and elusive creature. Although you had a feeling that Pure Vanilla wanted to do a little more than just look at it…
“He’s super tall, really thin, has weird long hair, and is bluer than a blueberry!”
You look around in disbelief.
Am I hearing things?
There was a blue fox that liked to wander close to your home, steal from your garden, and hide when you would notice him like it was some silly game of hide-and-seek, but…
Long hair? Tall?!
“What do you mean tall, Custard the III?”
He’s a baby! The fox is probably just big on its hind legs or something when it’s trying to intimidate him into leaving it alone!
You internally laugh at the thought of Custard calling the fox tall. Everything in the forest was particularly large compared to him. He barely even reached above your knee for crying out loud.
“Like,”
You see him gesture to the sky with his hand. His arms are lacking in enough inches so he has to settle for extending it as far as he can.
“As tall as Pure Vanilla!”
Huh?
“Maybe taller.”
You barely hear his mumbling, but if you did, you try not to show it. You fear if it weren’t for the imminent threat of Custard breaking out into tears again, you would have fainted right then and there.
“So is Pure Vanilla gonna come pick you up or-”
“No way! We can’t tell Pure Vanilla I was ever here!”
He’s been in your home for hours. At least, you made a friend, you suppose. The only downside was that he was barely ten years old and had given you terrifying information you could have lived without ever knowing. Oh, and he kept touching your stuff.
“What’s this do?”
“That’s a T.V.”
“T.V.?”
You walk over to your coffee table where you had left the remote while he curiously pokes the black screen and makes funny faces, snickering at his reflection.
“Yeah, so you just-”
“Ah!”
He ducks onto the ground and covers his head with his hands when the T.V. comes to life. An old man rambles about a “prestigious” antique porcelain swan with the price flashing next to it.
“It’s just the shopping channel, Custard.”
“... Custard the III?”
You peer over and see that he’s still whimpering on the floor. He had mentioned that he had originally run away when he heard something that was too loud and scary for him coming from your cabin. And that that thieving blue fox had also run for the hills after smashing head-first into the berry basket he was pilfering.
Their ears must be sensitive…
You turn down the volume until you suppose it’s at a suitable level. Like when he had instructed you to wash the dishes slower so it wouldn’t hurt his delicate princely hearing. You can see him eventually tilting his head up before hesitantly standing up. His eyes are glued to the T.V. despite it being one of the more boring channels.
“Wow… So pretty…”
“That’s just a fake crown from a party store.”
“I still want it… Besides, a royal is what makes the crown real!”
Well, at least he’s back to his normal self.
You let him glue himself to the T.V. with only minor reprimands of dragging him to the sofa as you went around during chores in your home.
“You’re too close! It’ll damage your royal eyes!”
“No, no, no! I can’t see from there!”
“You’re a wolf! Of course, you can!”
It almost made you giggle a few times that the commercials were the most interesting things to him. He took great interest in the birthday ads where the children were allowed to wear crowns and had all their friends clapping at them. His tail swishes and his eyes beam as he looks at you while you just roll your eyes.
“No, I am not buying a plastic crown for your birthday.”
“Pleaseeee! My birthday is coming up soon!”
You raise an eyebrow in suspicion and he’s immediately caving. A small pout adorning his face as he looks away.
“On the last full moon of winter…”
That’s what you thought.
“So nearly a whole year away?”
You can see the signs of a blush becoming apparent as he continues to pout while mumbling under his breath.
“Pure Vanilla lets us celebrate early sometimes…”
“I don’t think he lets you celebrate a whole half year in advance.”
“The sun is setting.”
“I know.”
It’s dinnertime and he’s still here. He had dragged a stool over to watch you cook a stew over the stove. His eyes follow the spoon you stirred through the dark red liquid in the pot and his tail sways side-to-side in tandem.
“Is there meat in it?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
You give him a mischievous smile while he only looks at you curiously for answers.
“Shouldn’t you be running home before your fellow wolves become suspicious?”
“We’re creatures of the night! Why, this is the perfect hour for us to be away from home!!”
He proudly exclaims with a triumphant smile and a fist over his heart.
“Then why were you outside my house at nine in the morning?”
“Uhhhhh…”
You sigh as he starts to ramble, grasping at straws to make a modicum of sense.
“If I let you have dinner, will you go home?”
“Yes, ma’am!”
“Okay, shoo!”
His belly is full and his eyes are drooping shut as you manage to get him to walk to the front of your house. You wave at him to run off, but he doesn’t budge and just warily sways. You can tell he’s about to fall asleep right on your doormat and with the way he is right now…
I can’t just leave him out here defenseless…
“Custard Cookie, wake up!”
“Mmmmm…”
You sigh as you hold him by the shoulders, but he’s quickly succumbing to the effects of a nice, warm meal.
He did eat more than half of the pot by himself…
You prepared enough proportions so that you would have leftovers for lunch tomorrow. One look at the way he was eyeing the stew and you feel that you should have known better.
“I should give you a promotion! Y/N, you are now the royal meal maker!”
“Thanks…?”
You whine as you pick Custard Cookie back up into your arms. He’s even heavier than when you picked him up this morning.
Why do I have to be stuck on babysitting duty…
But, it didn’t feel bad having company. You don’t think you’ve actually had a conversation with someone since moving here and before seeing Pure Vanilla. If you recall correctly, the last time must have been when you finalized the sale and the previous home-owner, the hunter, drove off in his shiny pick-up truck. You still wanted to live a quietly, lonesome life though.
Please don’t let there be any more beast-people in my life.
You could handle Custard the III, Pure Vanilla, the hunter dropping by now and then to see if you were still alive, but you did not, under any circumstances, want to run into that blue fox that everyone spoke about like a harbinger of doom and despair. Everyone must be hallucinating. The blue fox you’ve been seeing was just a cute, little guy. He didn’t even look like he could handle fighting another fox with how barebones he seemed. Although, he probably had gained some weight from the way he would ravage your garden and leave dead birds near your porch.
But why is everyone else describing him like that…
“More stew…”
You sigh at Custard’s sleepy mumblings, but can’t help but crack a smile. Even in his dreams, he was still thinking about your cooking.
I didn’t think it was that good.
“Y/N.”
You turn at the sound of a monotone voice. You can’t make out anything from where you stand. Your porch feels like a beacon of illumination with the way the light only makes it just up to the dense forestry. You can’t see anything further than that, nor do you hear anything but the crickets chirping.
Did I imagine-
“Y/N.”
You cautiously take a step back. Your arms tighten around Custard the III as you hear that velvety voice again. It sounded so familiar yet unnerving. The darkness was toying with you and your fear was once again spiking your adrenaline.
“Y/N, it’s me.”
“AH-!”
You stifle your scream halfway through when your brain finally recognizes Pure Vanilla to your right. You grit your teeth to stop yourself from lashing out at him. It felt like you were partially to blame for not noticing him. He was abnormally close without you even hearing him, only a few feet away where the light of your porch still managed to reach. You want to think maybe that’s why you couldn’t see him because he was just out of your peripheral view. Your heart races as you start to think horrid thoughts; of something like this happening again, and with someone less friendly.
The blue fox…
Pure Vanilla continues to approach you despite the frown you’re wearing.
“You scared me!”
“Apologies. I just needed to ask- Is that…?”
His head tilts to the side as he tries to get a better view at the boy sleeping soundly in your arms.
“Hm?”
You look down and see Custard Cookie drooling onto your blouse, again. You should be irritated but you’re mainly scared that you still can’t hear Pure Vanilla’s footsteps until he steps on the one part of your porch that always creaks. He flinches in confusion at the sound, but shakes it off to stand in front of you.
“May I?”
You nervously laugh and try to hand him Custard Cookie as gently as possible despite how tightly the boy was clinging to you. Warm hands, nearly the size of your shoulders, help pry the fabric of your shirt out of tiny fists and you can feel puffs of breath hitting your face. You’re scared. You’re so unbelievably scared of this man and the sheer size of him. Even white leaning down to take Custard Cookie from you, he was still much taller than you. You try to gaslight yourself into believing it’s just because of his ears that he appears so much bigger. Anything to keep yourself from moving out the next morning.
“I was wondering when one of you would show up.”
“We weren’t. It is forbidden to approach this place.”
Oh.
There’s no smile, no joy, not a single hint of emotion on his face. You’re unnerved just like last night and wish that Custard Cookie was back in your arms to give you at least some sense of security and comfort. His apathetic stare makes you shift on your feet anxiously and you’re about to fumble your way into some sort of small talk when you realize you can ask him more about the blue fox. Custard Cookie is still a child. Surely he made some of that up! The blue fox isn’t another scary, tall man like Pure Vanilla!
“Pure Vanilla, can you-”
“N-no, don’t tell Pure Vanilla. H- he’ll punish me and…”
Custard Cookie’s mumbling interrupts you mid-sentence and trails off into snores as his head falls back. Pure Vanilla silences him with a hand to the back of his head, correcting his posture, and making him press his face against his chest.
“You had a question?”
You glance between Pure Vanilla who looked irritated from probably having to look for Custard Cookie all day but was trying his best to conceal it, to Custard Cookie who was out cold with a joyful expression. A nervous smile plays on your lips and you’re waving him off.
“No, it’s okay. Nevermind.”
“Are you sure?”
You nod and Pure Vanilla is thanking you for taking care of Custard Cookie on behalf of him and his fellow wolves.
“If there is anything you need, please feel free to reach out to us.”
“Yeah, of course."
You watch the two walk off into the woods. Pure Vanilla was as graceful as ever with Custard Cookie tucked against him while the smaller child was still conked out and none the wiser about the furious scolding he would wake up to later.
I hope no one visits me for the next month…
You sigh in exhaustion and are about to close your front door when you spot something strange. Something glows amongst the trees to the opposite side of where Pure Vanilla had just gone. It’s quick but you saw it. One blue and one white; a pair of eyes.
Blue… Like the blue fox…
You tremble as you walk back into your home. The windows and doors are all promptly locked and your eyes are wide open while you try to fall asleep. You end up tucking yourself into bed with your shotgun.
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