Eldritch AU, once things settle down and SM starts to stay inside more often PV notices his friends letters getting mildly more concerning.
Dark Cacaos home is facing a plague and blight that seem to be withering the people away day by day till there’s nothing left.
Hollyberry has noticed more and more people falling out of age old routines and into less strenuous practices, and the addition of odd flora.
Golden Cheeses home has been faced with raging storms that seem to go on for days at a time, destroying almost everything in its path.
And PV, relaying this info to his new partner is met with, “Oh, looks like the others woke up.” And a very dismissive shrug.
Pure Vanilla thought about questioning Shadow Milk about the other gods, but an ancient eldritch god with a penchant for trickery and chaos wasn't the most reliable source of information.
He looked at Shadow Milk, who didn't bother putting on his public disguise while they're safe at home. He's stretched out on the couch, Orchid's head on his stomach, and two of his books are floating by the side of his head that has the extra eyes.
He decided to write a letter asking White Lily (and Silent Salt) to visit so they can discuss the letters together.
If the other gods are waking up, something needs to be done so they don't accidentally (or on purpose) wipe out half the map.
Pure Vanilla put the letter in the mailbox, then decided to start tidying up. While he and Shadow Milk (and Orchid) were fine living in a rickety house held up by the columns of books stacked in nearly every doorway and corner, he knew White Lily deserved better.
"What is my precious little one doing?" Shadow Milk's voice followed him despite his body never leaving the couch.
"Cleaning. White Lily's coming to visit." Pure Vanilla answered.
"What?!" Shadow Milk melted from the wall beside him and blocked him from the kitchen, "You invited someone here?!"
"It IS my home, Shadow Milk." Pure Vanilla reminded him, "And if it is your friends that have woken up, they're causing destruction and chaos. White Lily is incredibly knowledgeable on these matters. She'll know what to do —," he tried to walk around him.
"Correction number one," Shadow Milk grabbed Pure Vanilla's hips and pushed him into the wall, "This is now my domain." As he spoke, he shrank, assuming his new human disguise, "Second," her voice came out sharp, "I do not want any cultists or scientists in my domain."
Shadow Milk's human disguise was a petite woman with long silvery-blonde hair. She had pale skin and mismatched eyelashes, and the side of his face that normally held his extra eyes was slightly scarred on his human disguise. She wore a black choker around her neck to hide her second mouth.
Pure Vanilla smiled lovingly at her and grabbed her hands off his hips to pull them to his lips, "She is not a cultist. Nor is she a scientist. She is an anthropologist."
Shadow Milk blushed and snarled at him, "So I am meant to play dutiful wife while your friend visits?"
"No," Pure Vanilla shook his head and began to kiss one of her wrists on the slits where her extra appendages hid. "She knows of the Elder Gods."
Shadow Milk's features softened, "She does, does she?"
Pure Vanilla hummed and pulled her closer, "Mhm," he quite easily found himself lost in the flavor of her. Shadow Milk's skin was always cold, but sweet, like an addictive cream he could sip on to his heart's content.
Shadow Milk purred and let him kiss her. He pushed her up against the opposite wall of the hallway and bent his head low to get at her neck. Shadow Milk gasped and dug her perfectly manicured nails into his shoulders. He grabbed her tighter and began to tug at the ribbons to her corset.
Shadow Milk pulled him back up and kissed him fiercely. Pure Vanilla moaned and immediately tilted his head to deepen the kiss and force his tongue into her mouth.
Shadow Milk's forked tongue pressed against his, playfully fighting his tongue back from suffocating her (she loved being rendered breathless by the mortal researcher). Pure Vanilla broke the kiss to breathe and he whined as the corset ribbons got caught.
Shadow Milk giggled, "You're still so needy." She purred.
"Please." Pure Vanilla pleaded.
Shadow Milk pulled them both back through the wall and dropped them through the ceiling over their bed. Her silvery-blonde hair flew everywhere, surrounding her like a halo.
The damned dress was still on her.
Pure Vanilla pawed at her hips, "Please, Shadow Milk." He kissed her throat, teasing the mouth behind the ribbon.
"Say it." Shadow Milk breathed in his ear.
"I," He sucked on her neck, "Pure Vanilla," He rolled their hips together and Shadow Milk whimpered. "Vow myself to you, Shadow Milk, God of Deceit, and Chaos."
As soon as his vow was said, their clothes vanished in a puff of stardust and Pure Vanilla groaned as he sank into her.
Pure Vanilla remained on top of Shadow Milk, lazily kissing and tonguing her second mouth on her throat.
Her nails raked through his hair, "So...how does your friend know the other gods so well?"
Pure Vanilla almost hadn't heard her, but when she pulled him off her other mouth, he breathed to return the oxygen to his brain.
"Huh..? O-oh, she worships one."
"I thought you said no cultist." Her voice was sharp and she kept him from kissing any more of her.
"She's not a cultist." Pure Vanilla shook his head.
"Then why does she worship one? Which one?" Shadow Milk's other eyes opened to glare at him.
"Silent Salt." Pure Vanilla answered plainly.
"SALT?!" Shadow Milk vanished from under him and reappeared in his smaller god-like form beside the bed, "YOU INVITED SALT HERE?!"
Pure Vanilla rolled over to look at him, "What? What's wrong..? I thought they were all your friends?" Of course...thinking about it now...Salt didn't seem overly fond of the other Gods.
"SALT'S THE REASON WE WERE SEALED IN THE FIRST PLACE!! OH! OH YOU IDIOT! OH! I COULD KILL YOU! I COULD RIP YOUR INTESTINES OUT THROUGH YOUR NAVEL AND TIE YOU TO THE FURTHEST SUNS FOR THIS!"
"Shadow Milk - SHADOW MILK!" Pure Vanilla ignored the threats on his life and grabbed Shadow Milk's hands, "It's okay! He can't hurt you!"
"YOU FOOL! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HE'S CAPABLE OF!" Then his eyes all widened, "I have to go. H-He can't know I am here!"
But the elder god had already transformed himself into a jackrabbit made of smoke and hopped through the walls.
Pure Vanilla ran to the window and watched the growing, panicking, shifting figure of his god vanish into the woods.