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Fire Spirit’s life was almost perfect, he would run around being a delinquent with guys way older than him with not a care in the world.
Then suddenly, his parent decides they had enough, and Fire Spirit is moved to a church town in the middle of nowhere with the intent to ‘fix’ him.
Needless to say, Fire Spirit was not happy.
He truly hates the town he’s moved to, until he meets the pastor’s son, Wind Archer, the one boy he should never want, the boy he could never have.
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“Open your mouth,” Pure Vanilla said gently, holding out the thermometer.
Shadow Milk remained motionless. Tilting his face with exaggerated slowness just to whine, “I am not a child.”
“Then stop acting like one,” Pure Vanilla replied, remaining calm.
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Shadow Milk is sick. Pure Vanilla happily steps in as caretaker.
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Being prestigious came at the cost of never ending competition.
Fire Spirit had known that for years now, limiting friendliness amongst competitors as to not weaken himself. If he wanted to he the best, then perhaps it would come at the cost of lacking friends within his band. Sadly for him, a specific green-haired clarinet player happens to have a charm that is merely too appealing to the man, leading his sorrow heart into a tragic and pathetic whirlwind of dilemma.
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TLDR:Band fic where Fire Spirit hates Wind Archer due to competition but happens to fall for him pathetically, then they kiss, hooray.Series
- Part 14 of OboePlayer oneshots
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24 Feb 2026
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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
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The world ended a while ago when Earthbread was engulfed in darkness, but it only really ended for fire spirit when he locked eyes with Night Raven instead of Wind Archer, along with an arrow struck through his ribs.
And like that, died Fire Spirit, leaving behind Lord of Ash to deal with the remains of his life and the love that never died, The one and only thing the arrow spared.
Even if who he loves should've bore the colours of green, not purple.