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im so sad for pv hes so busy and lonely all the time he needs a hug AHHHH
so anyways what abt him dating/married to reader who just. makes everything better. more paperwork he's not looking forward to? too late! reader has it done. more people are getting small injuries but still require some attention? reader wrote some easy-to-understand texts and taught a huge group of cookies so they can help each other now!! gestures that make life easier ykyk
Burdens are better shared
A/N: I almost went down a angsty route writing this but I fixed it lol (ノ*・ω・)ノ
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Pure vanilla had the weight of the earthbread on his shoulders, or at least that was how it seemed. The poor cookie felt an obligation to protect everyone, and he’d give the shirt off his back. In some cases he had in fact given his own clothes to the less fortunate.
He never took breaks like he should, constantly worrying about others and not himself. This was until you came along. His pure and kind nature was what brought you in, and it was only fair that he received that same kindness he gave. It started with small things, refilling his tea without him asking, setting out his clothes the night before, and making sure he ate.
Then you started doing bigger things. He first noticed it when you did a big chunk of his paperwork when he took one of the breaks you mandated. He was grateful but insisted you didn’t have to worry, and that he could handle it himself.
Soon you had started to help plan events, directing funding to things of importance without him having to lift a finger. The people of the vanilla kingdom soon started to sing your praises along with his. And soon it became almost like a game, the two of you trying to help the other out more.
HII! Hope ur having a great day! ᕙ(@°▽°@)ᕗ Stay strong!
Can I request a writting (any pv versions or all & SMK's too! W/ the new fount lore PLZ!) where the reader has a velvety voice (I know this is requested I'm just changing some of it up!) and the continuation of it but the reader lost their voice. . . Like their voice became too sore from using it for a long period of time.
(≧▽≦) ──── TYSM! If u do mine! :D
"Shhh..."
A/N: aww thank you ^..^ I only did one pv since I'm not feeling well, but I hope you enjoy!
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Shadow milk cookie ♡
He’s probably what made you lose your voice, with him constantly trying to make you talk
Likely lost it due to him making you read 3 whole books aloud as he floated around
Your throat burns and every croak was like a flame
And yet
He doesn't really feel bad at all for you
Rather he laughs at your situation
He doesn’t stop even when you swat at him, he just taunts you and spins around
But if he is feeling kind he might make you a cup of tea, or a spoonful of honey to help you feel better
No that it matters because once you get your voice back he is going to have you over use it all over again
Sage of truth ♡
Now, now, you should take rests you know
Even the voice needs time off, but even so he will gladly care for you
He might not understand what compelled you to run your voice ragged but he is a kind hearted cookie
And kind cookies will make sure that their beloved is ok
With or without understanding, it is your comfort that is above all
So please allow him to draw you a bath, the warm water will do your throat wonders
he will fetch a bowl of soap, a nice cup of tea, and a book
Though you shouldn’t read it aloud, not now at least
He will read it to you if you’d like, his voice may not be as nice as yours…but he will try and make in enjoyable
Fount of knowledge ♡
Such a silly cookie you are
Lucky you that he knows just the spell to heal it right up, one he learned from someone long ago..
But that doesn’t matter
What matters is making quick work of healing your pains
The spell only feels odd for a moment, then the cool relief sets in
No need to thank him it is simply his job
Though if you’d like he would love for you to read back his notes to him
Don’t worry, should your voice give out again he will fix you right up
It is his job after all
Pure vanilla cookie ♡
He feels so bad
Was it his fault? Did he ask too much of you
Your voice is lovely but your happiness more so
So please let him take care of you
His magic allows him to quickly heal you, and he does so
But he also wants you to be able to relax as well, you deserve it
Sit back and let him pamper you
With warm soup and a massage to relieve all your pent up stress
You two cuddle together as he hums a song he’s heard you sing
Doesn’t want you to speak too much, what if you get hurt again?
Still even if anything did happen he’d just heal you again, you are his bluebird!
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🍓These are shorter than SMC's, purely (hah) since there's less to say about nsfw headcanons. He's a really simple guy, alright? Anyway, I hope you enjoy these. I'll be working on the poly hc's soon and also some requests -- cookie run related and not. Love you all MWAH!
MDNI (Seriously I'll find you)
Tw: None?; Grammar errors
Info: Pure Vanilla Cookie x Reader; Fluff; Angst (only a little); nsfw
-Pure Vanilla Cookie is a gentle soul. His hands are soft and kind to any and all he meets, and he does the most he can to keep the peace amongst those he holds dear. His calm demeanor makes him seem like the perfect candidate for a partner, but I’m gonna be 100% this guy has issues.
-He has very real trauma from the Dark Flower War that keeps him up at night, despite how much he tries to hide it. Betrayal from one of his dearest friends also haunts him, despite things being… different now… it sticks with him as it would any normal cookie. He’s insecure to a level that a god-king should not be capable of, but he certainly feels that insecurity deeply. Oh, and he never got over White Lily Cookie.
-It’s also very likely that he wouldn’t deem himself ‘worthy’ of being loved in such a manner, especially after the situation with White Lily. He can’t save his friends, he can’t save his subjects, what would he do if he couldn’t save a lover? It would be better not to have his heart broken like that.
-Not to mention his experience with relationships is… sparse. Other than White Lily Cookie, he hasn’t really had much romantic experience – nor did he want to. His focus is often set elsewhere, and his humility can frequently get in the way of forming genuine connections with others.
-He’s so incredibly old now, he feels like his time has passed. Besides, any cookie who might proposition him is far younger, and while he respects them he wouldn’t want to get in the way of their opportunity to connect with someone who could be a better match.
-Not to mention he gets propositioned a lot. Many cookies like the idea of him, but few can actually handle how patient and gentle he really is. It doesn’t upset him, nor does he hold it against them, it’s just how the world seems to work out.
-Excuses, excuses, excuses with him. They’re never-ending.
-Then, of course, there was you. The sweet cookie you were, you had the patience of a saint. Any excuse he came up with, you seemed to find a way to prove him wrong. (You make him second guess if he really is patient, with how much you wait on him and work to prove him wrong).
-He isn’t testing you by any means when he pushes you away. Pure Vanilla Cookie really does believe you could do better than him. (Him! How could you do better than him!?) He’s trying to save you from himself, but the more steadfast you are the more he starts to fold and bend to what you like.
-It’s not like he doesn’t enjoy having you around, he quite prefers it when you’re by his side. You’re also so very pretty, he gazes at you when you aren’t looking more than he’d like to admit (his staff gives him quite the stink eye for this one). Your patience with him is admirable, and you make such an effort to get close to him. You’ve more than proven that you are serious about your confessions to him.
-After (literally) a thousand years, he decides just to try again. Leading you on was cruel, especially when he reciprocated your feelings, so he makes the effort of a confession – and great cookies above it was sweet.
-He brings you to his pagoda, a place you frequently spend sitting quietly next to him. He knows you’re fond of it, especially of the white lilies that bloom around it. You sit next to him as usual, staring off into the distance in thought while he watches you through his lashes. Your beauty is something he loves to behold, and he wonders if the kingdom would be alright if he did so for the next thousand years. Just like this, quiet and alone in the place you’ve both made your own.
-You laugh when you catch him staring, and his dough burns hot – both from the melodious sound and from being caught so shameless. He doesn’t let it linger too long, taking your hand in his with care he hadn’t shown you much yet. It’s a bit odd for him to suddenly be physical with you, but when he looks at you, and I mean looks at you, you understand what's happening.
-He tells you how he’s grown into his fondness for you, that he appreciates your patience with him and giving him a chance to think things over in himself before pushing him into a choice. He expresses what he loves about being around you and how he feels like himself when he is near your side. How he aches when you aren’t around, and that he worries for you all the time even though you’re more than safe in the walls of the kingdom.
-He goes on for so long that you have to cut him off and tell him you get the point, which just makes him laugh because that is something he likes about you. You never let him get too far ahead of himself or too deep in his head before you pull him back up for air.
-And, while you might’ve fallen first for his gentleness and his kindness, he falls leagues harder than you ever could. After his confession, he goes out of his way to have you around, and it’s not until nearly all of your things are within his room that he realizes maybe he got a little too deep a little too fast.
-Then you smile that smile and all his thoughts are washed away in favor of following after you on whatever adventure you had planned in the kingdom for the day.
-As a partner, believe it or not, Pure Vanilla Cookie is not physically affectionate so much as he is verbally affectionate. He prefers showing his love through words and acts of service. He will run himself ragged to make sure you won’t worry about anything. You’ll have to step in and stop him at times because he will go to the ends of earthbread for you.
-He’s so giving, always thinking of things he can do for you or gifts to get that would make you smile so widely at him. It’s something the other Ancients tease him relentlessly for, especially Golden Cheese and Hollyberry.
-Though, they are all fond of you in their own way. It’s been a long time since Pure Vanilla has been so… contented with things. He finds pure joy in doting on you, and he feels secure having someone who loves him as he is. None of them can disapprove of you when you make him so happy.
-They tell you embarrassing stories of him when he was younger, not a hero or a god, but a regular cookie who tripped over his own two feet and made a fool of himself. They tell you plenty of embarrassing stories about him having earned his power too and believe that to be true, but the ones they seem most fond of are those before they rose to their current titles.
-Pure Vanilla always huffs and pouts, but doesn’t interject much more than that when he sees the wide grin on your face. Seeing you get along with his long-time friends is very important to him, so he’s glad they’ve taken a liking to you.
-Even Dark Cacao Cookie seems to like you, humoring your little jokes and jabs as you give them. He feels as though he’s chosen the right cookie to love – though, he supposes you chose him and he just followed your lead like he always does.
-There is one tiny dilemma, though… White Lily Cookie. See, it’s not as though she is a threat to your relationship at all. She would never and could never interfere, even if she still held feelings for Pure Vanilla (if she ever did in the first place). Pure Vanilla is just a trainwreck of grief and regret surrounding her, his dearest friend.
-His love for you has never wavered, not once since he fell for you, but for a moment when he sees her, he’s terrified that it might. All of those feelings hit him at once, and he is again that reckless young cookie at the academy following her around like a lost puppy. She looks at him and his heart races, then it sinks to the pits of his stomach.
-How could he be so selfish to consider hurting you in such a way, for even a moment? He and White Lily Cookie were no longer the same as they were before their falling out, he knew that, and yet his past crept up on him like a monster in the shadows. It makes his stomach churn.
-But you lay a hand on his arm, and you give him this look like you know exactly what’s going on, and suddenly it’s all alright. You’re right here, and you’re all he needs. He knows that more than anyone else.
-That doesn’t mean it doesn’t sting in your chest when you see the way he looks at her, but you know your Pure Vanilla. He would never do anything to hurt you, he was the kindest and most loving cookie you have ever had the privilege to share your life with.
-Now, with that established, we can divulge into him as your partner.
-As I mentioned he’s very giving, but he’s terrible and receiving gifts from you. He’s not used to it, and he may outright refuse to accept it, but if you push him he’ll give. He always loves what you give him anyway, even if it’s the smallest insignificant thing. It always gets displayed somewhere he can see it, or he makes a way to use it in his daily life.
-It takes him a while to be open with you. He feels his feelings and thoughts are a burden on you, so his worries usually go unspoken unless you notice them yourself.
-If you notice something and point it out, he’ll tell you what's wrong. He wouldn’t want to lie to you and make you more worried about things. He downplays it a lot, though. It takes a lot of stubbornness on your part to get him to open up and admit when he’s feeling really bad.
-He does let you in little by little, and you get to see more of Pure Vanilla as he is beneath all the smiles and passivity.
-I also mentioned that he’s verbally affectionate over physically. He gives you so much praise it makes your head spin in circles. Everything you do is worth praising in his eyes, even silly little things like finding your way through the castle or grabbing yourself something special to eat one day.
-Constantly mentions how lucky he is to have you, his admiration truly knows no end. Ah, and he speaks of you all around the kingdom. Other cookies think you’re a literal saint thanks to him, and you’re treated with so much respect by those in the cookie kingdom.
-Gingerbrave, Strawberry, and Wizard Cookie all adore you, and get so very excited when you offer to go on an adventure with them. (Much to Pure Vanilla’s worry and dismay.) The way you interact with them makes Pure Vanilla’s chest ache at the sight. You’re so wonderful with children, he loves seeing the way you handle them with love and care. Makes him wonder what you might be like with children of your own… Ah, that’s not a trail of thought he should go down too far just yet. One day, though.
-As sweet and loving as he is, he’s fiercely protective of you. He’s lost quite a bit in his life, and he knows he will lose more, he’d like to prevent another loss if he can help it though. If you argue with him, it’s almost always about this.
-He doesn’t like you going to dangerous locations, he doesn’t like it when you leave his side for more than a day or so, and he certainly doesn’t approve of you putting yourself at risk for adventure. Usually, you settle this by just having him come with you, but sometimes even that isn’t enough for him.
-Regardless, the angriest you see him (other than the Shadow Milk incident lol), is when you are at risk. It’s easy to forget he’s very powerful, akin to a god, but he is. He is not afraid to use that power to protect you if he must. (It’s lowkey hot I’m ngl.)
-Now he’s not the type to go overboard with this kind of stuff, he’ll only do what he must to remove the threat if he has to. He is not afraid to be violent if he needs to be, though. Immediately after he will worry over you with such gentleness it will give you whiplash.
-He’s aware his outbursts of anger are uncommon and jarring from his usual demeanor, but he’s just a cookie after all. He loves you very much, and if he can keep you safe he will for as long as you live.
-Jealousy is rare from him, which is to be expected, but he does get jealous. Specifically when he sees you interacting with cookies in a way he can’t interact with you. Physical affection is usually what gets him upset.
-Not that he can’t be physically affectionate, but that he has a hard time being physical with anyone. It’s a difficult thing he struggles with, and while you’re understanding and loving, he can’t stop the rare annoyance bubbling up in his chest when he sees one of your friends touching you so casually.
-It’s the only time other cookies might get to see him frown around the kingdom, a displeased expression etched across his normally gentle features. It won’t fade until you return your attention to him and make him feel validated in his feelings.
-After these stints, it is common that he drags you (pulls you gently by your hand) back to his room and cuddles up to you in the quiet of his bedroom. He’ll whisper his worries at your insistence, and melt into your touch as you soothe him instead of scolding like most others would.
-Oh, and it’s very very bad when Shadow Milk Cookie is involved. Shadow Milk knows just how to get under his skin, and you are an easily accessible soft spot.
-Not only is Shadow Milk far more open in expressing himself than Pure Vanilla is, but he’s very physical with everything. While Shadow Milk may not see you as anything more than a doll to play with, it infuriates Pure Vanilla to see him touch you and flirt with you like you are his when you are Pure Vanilla’s.
-He brings out that possessive side of Pure Vanilla that he represses as hard as he can. He doesn’t want to share you, though. Not with anyone and especially not Shadow Milk Cookie. You are his life partner, the person he loves more than anything in the world, that’s not something he’s ever had before and he doesn’t want anyone else to be able to feel what your love feels like. Allow him to be selfish just this once.
-I also have a belief that ancients have something similar to a beast bite, though it’s less common that any of them “mark” a partner. Pure Vanilla is the least likely to leave such a mark on you unless you seem insistent upon learning about it.
-Functionally it’s similar to the beast bite, but there is no need for biting in their case – they can if they’d like to, though. Instead, it’s just a magical seal that can be placed upon your dough that resembles their souljam. It connects the two of you physically and emotionally.
-When Pure Vanilla misses you, it sends a wave of sadness through you. A longing that is not your own, but feels so familiar to your own that you could easily mistake it as such. His emotions always come in big waves that nearly drown you then quiet down again as soon as they come.
-Pure Vanilla, again, wouldn’t place one on you unless you really wanted it. If you did, though, he would place it right where your spine meets your neck. The little blue mark peeks over the tops of your shirts like a tease, reminding everyone who you are with.
-Just because he is kind doesn’t mean he can’t also be a little possessive of you. You’re wonderful, after all, he can’t risk any cookie thinking you’re available.
-Besides the blue looks stunning on your dough, if he says so himself. And he does.
-Now, onto the bedroom.
-To start I’ll say Pure Vanilla is deceptively innocent-looking. It’s easy to imagine he feels no urges or wants in a sexual sense, but that’s not true at all. He’s just good at repressing them. And he’s repressed them for years and years and years.
-His sexual experience is probably also low, but I can imagine he’s had sex previously with a cookie or two (maybe even White Lily, depending on the circumstances). The important thing is that he has experience, and he’s not as awkward about it as one might think.
-It’s very similar to how he falls in love with you, once he gets a taste he really can’t stop himself from falling further and further down.
-He’s very patient though, so he won’t initiate your first time together. He’d rather you decide that since he’s more than ready to do whatever you’d like. (He’d been thinking about it since three months in, but he didn’t want to move too fast so he just pretended nothing was wrong.)
-When you do decide you are ready, he is there waiting with open arms for you. He makes sure your first time together is all about what you want and focuses on making sure you feel good. He’s a people pleaser in every aspect of his life, including the bedroom.
-But, if he had to pick what he preferred, he’d probably admit to being a service top. He likes to make you feel good, and he wants to know everything that makes your body react to him. He treats it like a secret ancient knowledge that only he is privy to.
-He likes to know you in every aspect of your life, the bedroom is no different. He takes his time always, preferring to go slow and steady rather than fast and rough. He’s a quick learner too, picking up your likes and dislikes with an ease that would make any student jealous. Within two, maybe three sessions he’s got you read like a book. It’s infuriating how easily he manages to get you to melt under his touch.
-If you want to top, he’ll oblige you, though you can tell he really prefers taking care of you over being taken care of. There’s just something so special about being allowed to have you like this. So soft and pliant beneath him. All the trust in the world rests on his shoulders, and he holds it like it is the most important thing in the world.
-And he is so, so giving during sex.
-He takes his time with you, starting with slow and deep kisses that trail down your neck. He worships you like a god, smothering your dough with his affections. Not an inch of you will be left untouched from his lips, burning your skin into his memories so he never forgets how it feels beneath his tongue.
-And he whispers such loving words of admiration, talking about how wonderful you are for him. Mumbling against you that you taste so sweet and that each noise you make sounds like a symphony to his ears. He encourages you to let go, allow him to love you as you are, and let him see all the most vulnerable sides of you because that is all he wants.
-When he tastes your juices he sighs like he is in heaven. His pleasure is only found in you, after all. Your taste is something he could easily fall into addiction for, just like every other part of you.
-You can be rough with him while he goes down on you if you’d like, he doesn’t mind at all. Grab and pull at his hair, grind yourself into his face, and squeeze him between your legs with all your might. They’re just signs he’s doing his job right, after all.
-Oh, he’s a huge proponent of eye contact. While he can’t quite see well all the time, he always has his eyes open and on you when he can help it. This is especially prevalent when he is inside you (or when you are inside him).
-He presses his forehead to yours and watches your face contort in pleasure, allowing you to do the same. It makes the act more intimate, and he feels so much more connected to you like this. Like he can really see you for who you are in these moments, and feel that love that burns for him in your gaze.
-Alongside this, he always holds your hand. Regardless of if he’s going down on you or if you’re riding him or anything he is adamant your hands remain interlocked. It’s another layer of connection that he uses as a means of expressing his love for you.
-If you can’t tell, he’s seriously into body worship. He loves every inch of you, and sex is the easiest way that he can express this to you.
-He uses sex as an extension of his affection for you, rather than something for fun or to stake claim. It’s another form of love to him, and you can feel this through the way he treats you with such gentleness during the whole act.
-I don’t believe he’s into much other than what I’ve listed above. He’s very vanilla (lol) and traditional about sex, preferring things to be simple, sweet, and loving.
-He prefers to keep things in the bedroom, the idea of being caught makes him run hot, but you can convince him to try a few riskier places. Like the pagoda or in quiet rooms near other cookies, so long as the doors are locked and there’s no risk of interruption.
-He does not like being cared for during the deed, it makes him feel guilty that you’re caring for him when he would rather care for you. If you are insistent he’ll give in, but he makes it known he would prefer to be providing than being provided for.
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"Listen to my Voice. White Lily Cookie Needs Your Help. SHe must wake up. So that she may hear my voice once more. Pure Vanilla Cookie... PURE VANILLA COOKIE!"
"Pure Vanilla Cookie!" Y/n called out to him.
"Y-Y/n cookie?" Pure vanilla gasped.
"Are you okay? your dough is turning pale as powder," Y/n asked as they gave him a handkerchief.
"I was lost in thought. Don't worry about me. Are we arriving at Beast yeast soon?" Pure Vanilla asked.
"We just crossed the border of beast yeast. Thank goodness the creme republic were willing spare an airship," Y/n said as they rested their arms on the railing.
Pure vanilla nodded as another uncomfortable silence fell between them. Neither really wanting to accidently talk about their last conversation and night together.
"So, was there anything back in your academy days that talked about Beast Yeast?" Y/n asked, trying to keep a conversation going.
"Not much, though there were many theories that many ancient life forms could be residing there," Pure Vanilla happily answered.
"Ancient life forms," Y/n repeated, then a playful smirk formed on their lips. "Sounds like your neck of the woods, ancient Hero."
"Is that so?" Pure vanilla asked with a light grin. " I may have lived for a long time, but I'm not that old."
"Oh?" Y/n smiles as they borrow Pure Vanilla's staff. "I feel like a young Cookie again!"
Y/n says with their best pure vanilla impression.
"Never thought I'd be adventuring at my age...!" Y/n said this time with a more old man voice to it.
"You little minx. I don't sound like this. Come here," Pure vanilla laughs as he quickly scoops Y/n to a bear hug. Trapping them against himself.
The two laugh and giggle as Y/n tries to wiggle free. While Pure Vanilla struggles to keep them close.
"No Pure Vanilla! Let go!" Y/n laughs.
"Then you must take back what you said," Pure Vanilla chuckles as he continues to bear-hug them and tickles their neck with a peck.
"Never! I won't submit!" Y/n roars with laughter.
"Oh, you rebellious spirit," Pure Vanilla laughs as he hugs them close
Gingerbrave and friends watch from the corner, with relieved smiles.
"Phew, I thought this was gonna be an awkward adventure," Gingerbrave sighs in relief.
"Did they have an argument not long ago?" Strawberry Cookie wondered.
"Maybe, but I hope they don't remain this lovey-dovey throughout this whole journey," Wizard Cookie groaned.
Just as the atmosphere was getting lighter, suddenly, the ship shook. An unseen monster grabbed the hull of the ship and started to shake everything violently. Everything happened so fast that the next thing the cookies knew, they were tumbling off the ship.
Gingerbread & Friends and pure vanilla cookie hit their heads on their way out of the airship. Leaving them in an unconsiouse free fall. Y/n quickly leaps into action as they dive after their party. They focused as their hands stretched and became paw like, long horns grew from their head. Their hair quickly changed into beautiful blue feathers, and it quickly covered Y/n changing form.
With one flap of their powerful wings, they quickly caught the tiny cookies.
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"Pure Vanilla Cookie? Pure Vanilla!" Y/n's voice called from the void, as light suddenly floods his vision.
Pure vanilla cookies slowly open his eyes to see Gingerbrave standing above him with a concerned expression on their faces.
"I-is everyone okay?" Pure vanilla asked as he slowly rose to his feet.
"Supprisingly, I can't recall how we got down here after we were tossed off the ship," Wizard Cookie groaned.
"W-Where is Y/n Knight Cookie?!" The Hero gasped.
"They scouted ahead after we woke up. They told us to keep you company till you woke up, or they came back," Strawberry Cookie Explained.
"They left you three alone in beast yeast?" Pure vanilla cookie asked in surprise.
"Nope! They left these dough brains with me," Said a camilione creature that crawled onto Gingerbrave's head.
"Long story," Wizard Cookie said.
"Well, how long has Y/n Cookie been gone?" Pure Vanilla asked.
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Beast yeast was certainly not for the faint of heart; yeast spore creatures were relentless. Coming in droves and trying to overwhelm in numbers.
It's a good thing they're weak to fire, and quickly got the message after a while.
" I must reveal it, the secret, " A voice called out.
Y/n's eyes darkened as they searched for the source of the voice. Their eyes landed on a brightly shining shard. As they reached out to grab the shard, they failed to notice. A faint glow from her chest almost looked like a star shape.
Grabbing hold of the shard, Y/nʻs reality faded away and standing before them were two cookies. They were giants; one was covered head to toe in obsidian black frosting armor. The other was cloaked in a light green cape, her hood obscuring face.
"What are you doing out here, Bliss Butter Cookie?" The black armored Cookie asked.
"Amazing, aren't they Silent salt?" Bliss Butter said as she cupped a few yeast creatures in her palms. "One day, they will be quite a menace in beast yeast."
"Would you think we should deal with them now? They could hurt the cookies we are supposed to be protecting?" Silent Salt asked as he readied his great sword.
"No, if we did, a horrible ripple effect will happen, making things worse for the Cookies in the future... At least, that's the common outcome in my visions," Bliss sighs as she blows away the yeast creatures.
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"You're alright! Are you hurt?!" Pure vanilla asked as he rushed over to Y/n.
Y/n blinked as the world suddenly returned as Pure Vanilla pulled them into a hug.
"I'm good. I was fortunate to land on some...Soft flora," Y/n stuttered a bit, pure vanilla noticed.
"Anyways. I found something," Y/n said as they handed the shards over.
The light of freedom shone from them. A voice calls out to him.
"Be careful. I was given visions when I touched them," Y/n warned.
"Be Careful, Pure Vanilla Cookie. It could be a trick of dark entrantress Cookie," Wizard Cookie said.
"I carry the light of truth in my soul jam, just like White Liliy does with the light of freedom in hers," The hero says. "This shard holds a part of white Lily's soul."
Y/n holds out the shard to Pure Vanilla.
'And if it really is a piece of White Lily's memories, it's all the more reason to keep it close.' He whispered to himself.
Y/n watched as the cookie's eyes glazed over and stared into the unknown. But the cookies quickly regain consciousness.
"T-this is one of white lily's memories!" Pure vanilla gasped.
"White Lily's... That's strange; the vision I got wasn't of white Lily at all," Y/n commented.
"But this is her Soul Jam? How can that be?" The hero asked.
"Maybe it's best you hold this then," Y/n said.
"Thank you, Y/n, for finding this. I'm glad to find a trace of White Lily Cookie." Pure vanilla smiles warmly down at the shard.
Yeah, you're welcome." Y/n puts on their best smile.
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"I told you to watch your left." Bliss butter giggled.
"Maybe say it a bit soon than later," Silent salt grunted as Bliss rubbed healing butter on his shoulder. "And where were you, Eternal Sugar? I could have used your help."
He said to a beautiful pink cookie, with ain't feathery wings and flowing hair.
"I was busy... Making Sure Bliss was protected. I must look out for my companion," Enternal sugar said as she flew to hug the Hooded Bliss Butter.
Bliss Butter chuckled as they suddenly looked to you.
Ok kind ranty but I REALLY want to know the reactions of PV and SMC if pregnant reader gives birth to the opposites baby. like they'd probably love the baby regardless of who's the dad cuz it's a part of reader but I'm imagining SMC just SEETHING about being so confident it's HIS baby and then he's just staring pissed off cuz the baby has looks EXACTLY like PV with blonde hair and his eyes being like "WHAT IN THE DAM EARTH BREAD IS THIS DECEIT!? IT'S NOT EVEN THE FUN KIND OF TRICKERY!!" Meanwhile PV is just(rubbing it in his face-) smiling and saying they can always try again. Meanwhile if the opposite happens PV is annoyed but accepts the outcome and SMC is the suggest dad in the hospital.
Also bonus if the second baby is born and his minions are witnessing him just repeatedly slamming his head into the wall cuz SURPRISE second baby also got blonde hair and PV's hetocromia eyes.
Candy Apple is preparing to give him Advil once he's done and Poor BS is worried his Master is gonna beat out what braincells he's got left.
AHH he's going to be so salty about his weak ass genes
The room was quiet.
Not the kind of silence that comes from peace—but the kind that follows after a storm, still and full of weight. The kind where something monumental has passed, and the world holds its breath.
You were resting, half-asleep and glowing, your hand wrapped protectively around the edge of a swaddle as the midwife gently adjusted the blanket. The baby inside shifted slightly, let out a small coo, and kicked its little doughy feet.
Shadow Milk Cookie stood to your left.
Pure Vanilla stood to your right.
They hadn’t spoken a word since the birth.
Not since the moment the baby had been pulled from you—pink-cheeked, squirming, and crying with a voice that somehow sounded soft. Familiar. Even regal.
They had waited for this moment. Had breathed down each other’s necks the entire pregnancy, all teeth-gritting politeness and clipped passive-aggression. They had stood beside each other in the delivery room like bitter co-owners of a secret kingdom.
Now, finally, they looked down together.
And the moment those soft little curls caught the light—blonde, unmistakably blonde—followed by two blinking eyes, one pale yellow and the other faded blue—
Shadow Milk Cookie’s jaw unhinged.
Pure Vanilla blinked slowly, his smile flickering with the force of a thousand suns.
And then—
“…You wanna run that back?” Shadow Milk croaked.
You blinked, rocking the baby gently. “Huh?”
“What in the buttery hell is this?” he said, pointing one clawed finger toward the child, who yawned in perfect, angelic ignorance. “That is not a trick of the light. That is a full-blown soft serve of vanilla swirl, and I demand a recount!”
Pure Vanilla, for once in his life, tried to not look smug—and failed completely.
“I suppose… genetics can be quite unpredictable,” he said, voice so sweet it could’ve rotted an entire orchard. “Of course, the Soul Jam never lies.”
“I’m simply at peace,” Pure Vanilla replied serenely, brushing the baby’s cheek with his thumb. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
You nodded sleepily. “She has your eyes.”
Shadow Milk’s hands were on his hips, staring at the child like it had just personally insulted him. “And your hair! And your stupid little eyelashes!”
The baby let out a soft coo. Shadow Milk’s eye twitched.
“She already sounds self-righteous.”
Pure Vanilla picked the baby up delicately, his expression practically glowing. “Would you like to hold her?”
Shadow Milk reeled back like he’d been offered a cursed relic. “Hold her? What, so she can reject my entire legacy with her heavenly glow and gentle aura? I’ll combust on the spot.”
You raised a brow. “She might have your nose.”
Shadow Milk narrowed his eyes. “Pity it’s surrounded by betrayal.”
The baby was dozing now, curled up peacefully in Pure Vanilla’s arms, soft blonde curls catching the lamplight like a halo.
Shadow Milk Cookie was pacing at the foot of the bed with the fury of a man who had never been wrong in his life and now had proof in swaddle form.
“I just—look at her!” he hissed, gesturing wildly. “Look at this divine little tax exemption! That’s your entire face, your entire energy, your little smug ‘I always knew it would be me’ aura—all of it.”
Pure Vanilla hummed softly, bouncing the baby with calm expertise. “It’s hardly a competition.”
“Oh please. You’ve been waiting to say ‘I told you so’ since the first trimester.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” he said serenely. “Though... I did say her complexion would take after mine, didn’t I?”
Shadow Milk turned to you. “You see this?! You see what I’m dealing with?!”
You blinked, dazed, sipping ice water. “You’re both insufferable.”
“I was robbed!” he cried, slamming both hands down on the footboard. “I laid claim! I did the work! I spoon-fed her citrus during her cravings, Vanilla, I grated fruit by hand—”
“You juiced half a lime into a glass of milk and called it a craving smoothie.”
“It was bold culinary experimentation,” Shadow Milk growled.
“I had to ban you from the kitchen.”
“You think I care about your rules, Your Grace?”
“Not usually,” Pure Vanilla said, kissing the baby’s forehead. “But they tend to help when someone’s having a meltdown.”
“I am not—!”
The baby stirred. They both froze.
Shadow Milk clamped his mouth shut. Pure Vanilla held up a finger. “Hush. She’s finally asleep.”
A pause.
Silence.
Then, under his breath—
“…Smug bastard,” Shadow Milk whispered.
“Jealous jester,” Pure Vanilla murmured, still smiling.
You groaned. “Can I get a new set of co-parents, please.”
“No,” they both said in perfect unison.
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But...if the child ended up coming out looking like shadow milk...
The moment the baby was born, silence overtook the room.
Not because something was wrong.
But because the baby’s eyes blinked open… and they were unmistakably, horrifically, mismatched.
One bright cyan.
One deep, deep cerulean.
A tiny, squirming newborn with an unnatural gleam in her gaze and the faintest, most suspicious little smirk twitching at her lips—just visible under her inky, glossy curls that spilled like living shadow across the blanket.
Shadow Milk Cookie gasped—genuinely—and clutched at his chest like he’d been personally blessed by the heavens.
“…It’s mine,” he whispered. “Oh my god. It’s mine.”
You blinked blearily from the bed, still catching your breath. “Huh?”
He turned slowly to face Pure Vanilla Cookie.
“She’s mine.”
Pure Vanilla inhaled slowly through his nose. “I… see that.”
“She looks like me.”
“She does.”
“She even smells like chaos and divinity.”
“Yes.”
Shadow Milk turned back to the baby, trembling slightly. “My daughter.”
You held the baby up a little, letting her tiny hand reach toward him. “Do you want to hold her—”
He snatched her into his arms like a gremlin prince accepting a crown, cradling her close with the manic devotion of a man who had won.
“She’s perfect,” he whispered. “She’s got my eyes. My soul. My dramatic flair. You see how she curled her hand? That’s theatrical nuance.”
Pure Vanilla stood silently at the edge of the bed, lips in a tight line.
“I’m… very happy for you,” he said slowly.
Shadow Milk practically sang. “Say it again.”
Pure Vanilla’s eye twitched.
“I said I’m—”
“Louder, Your Grace.”
“Shadow Milk.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, do you need to see her again?” He lifted the baby dramatically. “Because just in case you were still in denial, here is a live visual of my child.”
You covered your face. “Please don’t fight in the delivery room.”
“I’m not fighting,” Shadow Milk said sweetly. “I’m celebrating. Because someone”—he turned back to Pure Vanilla, voice thick with condescension—“thought his gentle little prayers would win out over my dominance.”
“I thought it was a team effort,” you mumbled.
“Only if the team was me and my unholy stamina,” he grinned.
Pure Vanilla exhaled again, brushing nonexistent dust from his robe like the physical act of calming himself might ward off the psychic damage. “You’ll be insufferable for months, won’t you.”
Shadow Milk cradled the baby with the delicacy of a seasoned villain holding a priceless relic.
“Oh no, my love. Years.”
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Wonder how both DNA's mix?
The baby wailed as the midwife lifted her gently, her voice piercing the quiet chamber with the strength of an ancient bell.
You were breathless, spent, barely able to lift your head from the pillow.
Shadow Milk was pacing again, of course. Pure Vanilla stood rooted by your bedside, clutching your hand like it was the last tether to reality.
And then the midwife turned.
And the room went silent.
The baby’s skin was warm and golden.
Her hair—soft and flaxen blonde, like woven honey.
But her eyes—
Dear gods.
One glowed with Pure Vanilla’s faded blue light.
The other shimmered with Shadow Milk’s cyan glow, slit pupil and all.
Pure Vanilla took half a step back. Shadow Milk’s mouth opened. And closed. And opened again.
“…Did we—” Shadow Milk started.
“No,” Pure Vanilla said flatly.
“You’re seeing this too, right?”
“I wish I wasn’t.”
“I was being metaphysical, I didn’t mean literally mix our essences in her womb.”
“I certainly didn’t think—”
“What in the Holy Milk-Soaked Earthbread happened in there?!”
The baby hiccupped.
Her hair curled gently with light.
Her eyes blinked—and the entire room flickered, candles stuttering between gold and ghostly blue.
You reached out weakly. “Give me my baby before you both start arguing again.”
Shadow Milk handed her over like he was handling a nuclear bomb wrapped in a bib.
“She’s… radiant,” Pure Vanilla whispered, eyes wide.
“She’s wrong!” Shadow Milk hissed. “She’s clearly broken the boundaries of biology and logic and probably ethics!”
“She’s perfect,” you said softly, pulling her to your chest. “She’s ours.”
The two men stood in silence.
You glanced between them.
“…You’re both her father.”
“No,” Shadow Milk said.
“Apparently, yes,” Pure Vanilla corrected.
“She’s going to be powerful,” you murmured, kissing her soft cheek.
Shadow Milk crossed his arms. “She’s going to be a menace. Just like her other dad.”
“She’s going to be loved,” Pure Vanilla said firmly.
And for once?
Shadow Milk didn’t argue.
He only stared down at the baby with awe and muttered under his breath:
“…You’re definitely going to cause problems on purpose, aren’t you.”
Postcarrier Y/N is a hardworking cookie as they are dedicated to send mail across earthbread with the help of their many blueberry birds of course since they can't handle such a big task all on their own!
Big sibling to Chestnut cookie! Adopted or Related, It's up to you! A postcarrier and Newscarrier!
(I also wanted to include Chestnut Cookie since he is my absolute favorite and he appeared as an NPC- Devsis should consider adding him /srs)
They met many cookies!
Originally Royal margarine cookie was just a joke doodle till I decided to add him in cause I also love him- i mean what.
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Anyways, can I get some Pure Vanilla and Doll like Reader question mark,,, they’re sort of like mechanical in a way a music box is.
(Ps: I know this request was out of nowhere LOL Hope you’re doing well Brittle :p)
I AM GOING TO PUT YOU IN THE OVEN, GRAHHHH- /j
Anyway.
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Pure Vanilla entered his chambers, going to place down his staff and hat by his bedside. On his nightstand, he reached for a small box with a windup key to the side.
△ “I wish to see you once more, my friend…”
He starts turning the key as music can be heard and the lid opens up, revealing a mechanical-looking Cookie looking up back at him. You.
△ “It’s you, Pure Vanilla Cookie…it is always a treat to see you again….”
△ “I feel the same way, my friend. Would you like to…help soothe me this time? Like before?”
Even after asking this many times before, Pure Vanilla can’t help but blush in shyness. The sight almost makes you giggle.
△ “Of course….I know it is a favorite of yours, allow me a moment…”
The winding of the music box comes to a stop as a light shines in the room. When it fades away, you were at Cookie-level size as you climbed onto the bed with him.
You didn’t expect it every time, but Pure Vanilla liked to be huddled close to you when you do this. It gave him the sense of security that he needed, that he wanted.
△ “Will you like…the usual tune…?
△ “Yes, it always lulls me every time. And…make sure you’ll always hold me close?”
△”I understand…but I also don’t…I’m not a real Cookie…I am only made for my purpose…”
Pure Vanilla looks up at you, his eyes meeting yours as the two of you lock into each other. The only sound that can be heard is your gears shifting quietly inside you.
△ “….Not to me. You are worth a lot more to me than that….”
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