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    Collection of my pvsm drabbles. Usually, these are just random scenarios or requests from friends!

    I'm working on improving my writing style, so it may vary per fic. I do try to keep it semi-consistent.

    My salty tears fic is the worst thing I have ever written. End of story.

    Anyways, enjoy the other one-shots that are soon to come!

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    “You dressed up for me, didn’t you?”

    The prince flushed instantly— cheeks warm, ears turning red beneath the fall of gold in his hair.

    “I—I did not,” he managed, far too quickly.

    The stranger froze. And then— he howled.

    A laugh tore from his chest, loud and wild. Not the sly little chuckle he usually exhaled, but something full-bodied and absolutely delighted.

    “You— you actually did!” he gasped, clutching his stomach as if the absurdity physically hurt him. “Oh, witches, I was only teasing! I didn’t think—oh, you dumb, dumb prince!”

    Pure Vanilla, still very much crimson-faced, crossed his arms lightly, trying— and failing —not to let the corner of his mouth twitch.

    “I did not dress up for you,” he repeated, softer this time.

    The thief wiped the corner of his eye, breath hitching between the remains of his laughter. “Oh, please, don’t lie to me now, little prince. I’m already touched.” He sat up straighter, juggling his half-eaten apple as if he was a jester in mid act. “You waltzed into the woods looking almost like a bride, I mean! Witches! You’ve got enough metal on you to ransom a kingdom!"

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    What lingers first in Pure Vanilla’s memory are two eyes— cyan and blue.

    They were not simply colors, not merely shades to be catalogued among the blossoms that lined the Vanilla hills. They were shadows caught in ice, stars buried in snow. And in the middle of all that frost, a boy who looked too small for the crown that would one day press against his brow, eyes too large for the timid boy who held them.

    Pure Vanilla had not known then that love could strike so young.

    He had thought it the sort of thing that bloomed late, like the orchids that only flowered when the sun coaxed them after patient months of waiting.

    But with Shadow Milk, it was not coaxed— it was immediate.

    Pure Vanilla is six, and he knows he's in love.

    (It never changes)

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    30 Aug 2026

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    HOLY SHIT THIS IS AMAZING WHAT

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    Inside the serene halls of the Vanilla Castle, peace is supposed to be sacred. Unfortunately, peace did not account for Shadow Milk Cookie deciding to linger.
    Unpredictable, theatrical, and far too comfortable in a place that should not belong to him, Shadow Milk drifts through the castle like a rumor given form. Staff whisper about shadows slipping through the walls, hallway chases that end in overturned trays, and the unsettling sensation of being watched by far more eyes than a corridor should contain.
    At the center of the growing chaos is Pure Vanilla Cookie, who is attempting very hard to maintain order, dignity, and the illusion that he is not being personally antagonized at every opportunity.
    It is not going well.
    Between sharp-tongued banter, dangerous curiosity, and moments that hover a little too close to something neither of them will openly name, the tension between them grows harder to ignore. Staff gossip spreads faster than wildfire, doors are opened at the worst possible moments, and Shadow Milk seems delighted to push every boundary the castle has.
    But wherever Shadow Milk goes, tranquility rarely survives.

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    29 Aug 2026

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    He got up more, head turned down to look at his lap, hair falling over his shoulders and hiding his expression from anyone who peered at him from the side. The blanket that had been softly shielding him from the cold bunched around his lap while he also slowly removed the arm that had been hugging him in sweet slumber, lowering them down gently before intertwining their fingers.

    Pure Vanilla slept peacefully beside him, slightly parted lips exhaling soft breaths and eyes dutifully closed in rest. His features lulled into a calm that was neither like the bright smile that usually graced his lips nor like a grimace of pain that Truthless Recluse always wore as if it were sewed into his jaw. Neutral. Not molded into any demands. Just being completely open.

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    The rough process of learning the connection of Milkcrown flowers to the former virtue. (The push and pull between someone who had been left alone for too many times and someone who wanted to prove that his feelings could be trusted)

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    It was just any simple day in the Vanilla Kingdom. When wasn't it?

    Pure Vanilla was happily content with living day by day alongside his partner, Shadow Milk. Each morning was filled with cuddling and shared breakfasts, afternoons of the Master of Deceit resting as a snake upon the Wielder of Truth's shoulders. Evenings especially were filled with conversation about their day, dinner, and holding each other as they both retired to bed.

    Except, recently… Well, for the past month or two, Shadow Milk had been strange as of late.

     

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    Shadow Milk is hiding something from Pure Vanilla. His healer instincts kick in and they chat.

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