Fics Written in the Stars

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And pls write more sagerecluse im starving

A scream echoed across the plain.

It was wrong, sounding more like a wolf's howl than any cookie scream. To those who heard it, they shivered and turned away.

All except one.

"Now, now, dearest!" The Sage of Truth flicked his monocle, turning it into a set of golden glasses that he perched on his nose. "If you keep writhing like that, you'll make this so much more difficult!"

"Dearest" continued to writhe, ignoring the way that starlit ropes dug into him, drawing golden jam. Regardless of how the massive wolf and sheep form flexed and struggled, the ropes didn't budge. As the sage drew closer, it paused, briefly, to snarl.

The noise grew closer as the Sage pulled out a pair of pliers.

"Now, such a racket," the Sage cooed, reaching up and gripping the muzzle of the beast's face. "Where is my sweet, darling Beacon?"

At the title, the beast finally spoke, his voice rougher with the transformation and the struggle. "Sage, what the f-"

The Sage took advantage, pressing his hand into the mouth. The beast froze mid-word, perfectly exposing those too-sharp canines. "Don't worry, dearest," he cooed, moving the pliers close. "I'm just helping you."

Now Pure Vanilla found himself resorting to the oldest method he could think of.

Shadow Milk had, thankfully, made himself scarce when White Lily and Hollyberry came over.

"Well, when your boys said that their father was sleeping on the couch, we wanted to check on you." White Lily pulled Pure Vanilla away from her chores and sat her down, "Is everything alright? Neither of you is sick, are you?"

"No, of course not." Pure Vanilla sighed.

"It's just...and we don't mean to be..." Hollyberry pursed her lips, "intrusive." She settled on saying. "But ever since he showed up, why, you two hardly leave each other's side."

Pure Vanilla's cheeks burned. She knew she was openly affectionate with him, but for it to be noticed? She must've been acting a fool.

"We just," White Lily squeezed her hands, "We want to be sure you're safe."

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Shadow Milk, hadn't made himself scarce. It was odd to see an owl out in the open during the daytime. But from atop their house, he could hear his wife's conversations and still see the boys playing near river on the Hollyberry estate.

"Yes, I am safe." Pure Vanilla answered.

That settled his heart a bit.

"It is...difficult to explain." She continued.

Shadow Milk wanted to roll his eyes. For being incredibly smart, his wife hadn't seemed to have noticed that she'd settled in a town full of mortal-fae relationships.

Why, even that saintly White Lily was bedding the fae Silent Salt. Shadow Milk's feathers poofed up as he shuddered in disgust.

The town's treasurer was a fae in disguise, Burning Spice, and he was bedding that greedy mortal woman, Golden Cheese.

Even Dark Cacao, head of the town's guard, was bedding a fae (though he seemed to be unaware), Mystic Flour.

The only one who was too secretive in her mansion to tell if she was sleeping with the fae or not was Hollyberry.

"You don't need to explain a thing." Hollyberry's firm voice came from below. "We're here to support you no matter what."

"Yes. And we wanted to check on you and the baby." White Lily said.

Pure Vanilla sighed, "Growing like a weed, this one. I don't remember being quite as rotund with Black Sapphire."

"Strong, healthy babe." Hollyberry chuckled, "What more could you ask for?"

Shadow Milk huffed and smoothed his feathers down before returning his attention to his sons. He hadn't been allowed to hold or touch his wife in two days, and it was driving him crazy.

He squinted as he noticed his sons stopped playing. Immediately, he took off and flew across the village to Hollyberry's estate.

"My, do your mommy and daddy know you're so far from home?"

Shadow Milk would've recognized that sweet, saccharine voice anywhere. He landed on a branch above his boys.

Eternal Sugar stood, blocking the boys exit from the river.

Blight Sapphire and Black Sapphire held hands but didn't answer her.

Eternal Sugar hummed and stepped closer to the river's edge, "Did mommy and daddy ever teach you that it is rude to ignore a question."

Shadow Milk dropped from the tree, losing his owl form as his boots splashed into the water.

"Da?!"

"Father?!"

His boys looked up at him in shock. Shadow Milk kept his feathery cloak and pulled his sons under it and to his side, "Sugar, what a pleasure it is to see you."

Eternal Sugar glared at him, "Shadow." She growled.

"How kind of you to have kept an eye on my boys, but sadly," Shadow Milk grinned as thunder rumbled overhead, "It is beginning to storm."

Eternal Sugar glared up at the sky.

"We wouldn't want you to melt, would we, Sugar?" Shadow Milk tilted his head. Then he smiled down at his boys, "Come on, boys, let's get back to mommy." He began to push and guide his sons down the river.

"Oh, Shadow?" Sugar cooed venomously.

Shadow Milk tensed up and glared back at her over his shoulder.

"Tell that pretty little wife of yours I expect my wife to be home before the rain sets in." Eternal Sugar grinned.

The knife sliced delicately through the green skin.

Shaggy kept his eyes focused on it. He just had to focus on it. Ignore the soft green welled up, deep into the white flesh.

With all the slices done, he felt an urge well up. This one he answered, carving little shapes into the pear slices' white flesh. When he was done and had arranged them, the pears had little doggies carved in. He felt a smile form. He couldn't attend his normal cooking classes anymore, but he could still practice.

Next, apples. These he cored and cut up quickly and, going along with the pears, he carved little bunny rabbits out of. "Cute," he cooed to himself as he arranged them next to the pears.

Next, raspberries and blackberries. Daphne especially liked the two, especially how they helped with her fiber intake in her strength intake. He washed the two and then arranged them in the center, mixing the pear cutouts with them.

"There!"

Look for the girl with the broken smile, ask her if she wants to stay a while...

Salt was indulging in Pure Vanilla's curiosity, as he found himself weak to the bunny's big eyes and soft voice. He was busy explaining the difference in handheld weaponry when someone in the door to the armory cleared their throat.

"I hope you aren't conscripting my Nilly to war, Salt."

Pure Vanilla gasped and turned, "My Fount!!" He ran over and hopped into Fount's arms.

Fount smiled and squeezed Pure Vanilla, laughing like he hadn't spent an extra ten months imprisoned. He kept Pure Vanilla in his arms as he walked over with a calm, 'gotcha' kind of grin on his face.

"Thank you, Salt, for taking care of my hunny bunny." Fount said.

Salt watched Pure Vanilla nuzzle Fount, a slightly more affectionate nuzzle than what he did with White Lily...or with him. He blinked and looked back up at Fount's face.

Hard, closed off, smug.

american starwort: welcome to a stranger

arbor vitæ: live for me

austrian rose: thou art all that is lovely

belvedere: i declare against you

branch of currants: you please all

campion rose: only deserve my love

coltsfoot: justice shall be done

currant: thy frown will kill me

daily rose: thy smile i aspire to

four-leaved clover: be mine

hemlock: you will be my death

honeysuckle: generous and devoted affection

ice plant: your looks freeze me

japan rose: beauty is your only attraction

justicia: the perfection of female loveliness

love lies bleeding: hopeless, not heartless

maiden blush rose: if you love me, you will find out

mourning bride: i have lost all

peach blossom: i am your captive

purple lilac: first emotions of love

spindle tree: your charms are engraven on my heart

tussilage: justice shall be done to you

vernal grass: poor, but happy

volkamenia: may you be happy

white rose (dried): death preferable to loss of innocence

yellow rose: decrease of love

zinnia: thoughts of absent friends

Black Sapphire hates the other kids in the village. Their all mean and cowardly and if they leave those kids would be the lasts thing he'd miss. And since they hurt Blight so badly Black Sapphire can't even play with him! Kicking stones around the edge of the lake he stopped when he heard a voice coming from the woods. It was probably those gnats.

Marching into the woods with vengeance on his mind the last thing he expected was to see a pale, crying boy around his age, that he's never met before. He wasn't a kid from the village! He actually had a chance of making a friend! Black Sapphire tried to ask the boy's name but he wouldn't say his name for some reason. So Black Sapphire decided to trade, he'd give the boy his name and the boy would give Black Sapphire his name in return.

Silver Bell is very flustered because Black Sapphire(This very rough edged and charming boy he just met) basically just proposed to him. And will keep proposing to him whenever they see each other for the next month.

"Mama! I met a boy in the woods today!" Black Sapphire looked up as his mother tucked him into bed.

At first, her eyes go wide, then she furrowed her brows at him, "In the woods?"

Black Sapphire nodded, "His name's Silverbell."

Pure Vanilla silently sighed with relief, if they knew each others names, the boy likely wasn't —

"He was scared to give me his name at first. But I told him we could trade our names, like a secret."

Pure Vanilla cupped his face in her hands. Dark sclera, soft lavender eyes, fluffy onyx and violet hair, still had a cut lip from this morning. He looked like her son.

Maybe she'd have her...Pure Vanilla's lips pulled into a tight frown. She wasn't asking her husb — Shadow Milk to do anything right now.

"Was he nice?" She finally asked, pulling her hands back.

Black Sapphire nodded, "Really nice. I showed him the quickest way from the road to the river."

"How sweet of you, my raven." She smiled. She just knew. Call it mother's intuition, like when she'd been presented with both of her sons, she just knew this was her baby in front of her.

Black Sapphire smiled proudly.

Pure Vanilla finished tucking both boys in and walked downstairs.

Shadow Milk was seated on the couch (his new bed for the time being) looking pathetically sad, but his ear twitched and he turned around to face her when he heard her pause at the bottom of the stairs.

"Nilly —,"

Combining Day 6 and 7 for @burgertimewifi's TRSOT week!

The wedding had been a simple affair, all things considered.

Truthless Recluse, or Pure Vanilla rather, refused to have too many people up on the Peak. Blueberry Milk had been more than willing to shed the mask of the Sage of Truth. So, a small audience, mainly consisting of the Virtues and the Beasts, watched them exchange vows under the summer night sky.

The venue itself was decorated beautifully, with globs of light providing light and flowers curling everywhere. Everyone sat in chairs, all dressed in their best for the event.

Blueberry Milk and Pure Vanilla had agreed to arrange the others' outfits. The former had been delighted when he had been gifted a traditional Vanillian wedding dress, with waffle cone print across the edges. The blue of it was a much darker shade than he traditionally wore, but it was beautiful. He had tucked orchids in his hair and had waited at the aisle for his groom-to-be.

And, oh, how lovely.

Pure Vanilla, with a milkcrown tucked behind his ear, looked like perfection. He wore a beautiful white gown, edged with his normal darkness, with an elegant dark veil with golden constellations across the fabric. There was probably small jam stains from the Sage pricking his fingers. He had met his eyes and smiled, truly smiled, behind the veil.

They had held hands and refused to let go.

They were still holding hands even now, as they danced across the dance floor.

It wasn't their first dance as a married couple. That had been about an hour ago. Everyone was on the dance floor now, probably all with a few drinks.

Blueberry Milk laughed as Pure Vanilla, somehow, managed to lift him off his feet and twirl with just his hand on his hip. He pulled him closer once he was back on solid ground, or as close as they could be with company. "I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Pure Vanilla said, as easily as breathing.

"…do you remember the first time we said that to each other?"

Pure Vanilla snickered. "I do. You fell down the peak."

"I did~."

It had come out of nowhere, his dear Recluse's love confession. They had known for some time that they cared for each other, but he had been unsure if the depth of care he felt for him was requited. The Sage had been worried about burning bridges if he dared to say those words to him.

And then, his Recluse had been showing him his larger garden, set on a tucked-away cliff, and, seemingly out of nowhere, said "I love you." Easily, without strain, as if it were a normal occurrence.

The Sage had been so shocked that he had taken a step back and fallen off the cliff, and proceeded to tumble down the rest of the mountain. He could still hear his dear's shriek when he realized what had happened, quickly rushing after him like a very concerned raven.

"You insisted on kissing me by the time I found you." He had several broken bones and a concussion, but his sheer delight at having his affections returned had blocked out most of the pain. Plus, the taste of vanilla and darkness, the very ability to press kisses to any available gap of skin he could, had helped block out the discomfort of having his bones reset and feeling them stitch back together.

"You like it when I kiss you," Blueberry Milk pointed out, smugness rolling off him.

Their hold on each other's hands broke.

Before he whined, that hand cupped his face.

"I do," Pure Vanilla confessed, before rising up on his tiptoes to press his lips to his.

I'm starving you guys, I'm sorry T0T