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“Please, My Fount.”
His grip on Pure Vanilla’s hips tightened until his knuckles paled. He was surely leaving puncture wounds, but the healer did not mind.
Pure Vanilla continued in his quiet, gentle worship of him, kissing spots on his face as if tracing a constellation in his skin. It was clear, however, that he felt he had struck gold, “My Fount?” His voice was inquisitive, testing, pushing.
A whiny, desperate sound escaped from The Fount’s throat before he could muffle it.--
Pure Vanilla is fine being called greedy and selfish, he just wishes The Fount would acknowledge his own greed and selfishness.
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And he wants to see his chestSeries
- Part 3 of PureFount Drabbles
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02 Jan 2026
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For the longest time, The Fount held Pure Vanilla at arm’s length. Though, Pure Vanilla was sure he’d hold him further away if he could. In the beginning, Pure Vanilla wondered if perhaps he had been a mistake, how could he help The Fount if he was consistently dismissed, discarded, and disregarded.
But slowly, like the ever creeping cycle of day and night, things changed.
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- Part 2 of PureFount Drabbles
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02 Jan 2026
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The great Fount of Knowledge did not need sleep. He did not need food, or air, or drink. He was baked to be faultless, wantless, needless.
He was blessed.
Or cursed.
Depending on who you asked.-
The Fount of knowledge is on the brink of corrupting. Good thing the Witches baked Pure Vanilla just for him, huh?
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- Part 1 of PureFount Drabbles
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02 Jan 2026
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As tears fall to the ground, milkcrown flowers blossom in their place.
The fount wishes to cry out, to scream, to curse out everyone...
... But he knows he can't.
Not without worrying his beloved, the blind healer.
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31 Dec 2025
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“Who’s there?” he asked, carefully. His voice didn’t shake. But it was soft. Curious.
The voice came again – languid and amused – this time from the trees, from behind the same, large oak the wolf had disappeared behind.
“You’ve strayed from your path, little lamb. Are you lost?”
Aka: A dub-con smut fic featuring Silly Vanilly as Red Riding Hood, and Smilk as The Wolf ;)
Special thanks to my amazing beta Yui!
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- Part 5 of Identity_Theft's ShadowVanilla Works <3
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29 Nov 2025