My_Darling_Prince
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That guy is the last person Till wanted to see again.
“I should have fucked you before you killed me.” Till jolts. One set of Ivan’s fingers lie over his throat, curled loosely around it. They don’t squeeze, but Till wishes they would so he could be finished with this. He wants to die. “When you could’ve begged for me like a good pet.”
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“Do you not want to talk about it?” Twilight asked slowly.
“You’ll all find out soon enough anyway, I might as well tell you.” Wild sighed, eyes focused on his boots. “I’m sorta, kinda, maybe dating the prince.” Wild mumbled quietly, shoulders tensing as he finally admitted it.Series
- Part 1 of Have a Nice Gay
- Part 5 of Linked Universe Fics
Bookmarked by My_Darling_Prince
15 Jul 2025
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Fluff.
Because I'm having a crisis.
I get fluff. -
God, a Sinner and an Atheist Nun Walk Into a Bar... by Jazz_intown for Midori__99
Fandoms: 原神 | Genshin Impact (Video Game)
02 Jul 2025
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When Rosaria hears that Venti is banned from church - a feat so great, it has not been achieved by anyone in history until now - she makes it her mission to find out what exactly he did, and how she can do it, too. Instead, she uncovers something much more sinister...
Or: top four pranks that went too far.
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Bookmarked by My_Darling_Prince
29 Jun 2025
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Hehehe
Anyway, go read when you ACTUALLY HAVE FREE TIME -
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Shadow Milk Cookie lunges, fury incarnate, but Pure Vanilla is ready. He doesn’t raise his staff. Doesn’t cast. Doesn’t defend.
He simply steps forward. And wraps his arms around him. Not in battle.
In embrace.
Shadow Milk freezes. His forehead presses to Pure Vanilla’s collarbone. Not gently. Not willingly. But needfully.
“Don’t say you forgive me,” he says, voice ruined. “Don’t you dare.”
“I’m not,” Pure Vanilla replies. “Not until you're ready to hear it.”
The candles crackle. The walls hum. But in the center of the room, something quiet unfolds.
Not peace. Not yet.
But the possibility of it.
And Shadow Milk Cookie—terrible and lonely and terribly alive—lets himself be held. Just for a moment. Just until the trembling stops.
How cruel, then, how unthinkably cruel, that this moment must end.
Because in three months’ time, he will be nothing.
In three months’ time, his name will be only used in past tense.
And Pure Vanilla Cookie will stand alone beneath the candied stars, cradling a broken body.
Just to do it all over again.
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- Part 1 of My Cookie Works