Archive of Our Own

The ruined halls of the Blueberry Academy were quiet, well almost, aside from the creaking of the old marble architecture, or the occasional rustling of pages.

Pure Vanilla sat among the books, scanning over the faded text with a tired gaze. Exhaustion filtered through him, even as he fought against it. He couldn't doze off. Not when time was so limited.

There was little time for peace with so much to do. The radiant cookie was fading; they couldn't reach the witch's hut, and Gingerbrave was ill, something draining his soul.

He couldn't stop now; he had to stay awake. Had to stay focused.

Had to not break from being back here. This place was almost too overwhelming, nostalgia seeping through every inch of the library. It was a triggering attack against his grief-stricken heart to have returned.

Back to the ruins of once blissful memories. A time without wars or universe-ending crises. Back when all he had to worry about was sneaking into the forbidden part of the library. When they would just spend time in childhood mischief and researching the birth of cookies.

He winced at the thought, blinking back tears. He squinted harder at the passage about absorption from light magic, the well-constructed chapter slowly fusing into indescribable symbols. Control was slipping away.

Pure Vanilla sighed in defeat, placing the book down on the bench he sat on. The healer rubbed at his temples, before leaning back against the bookshelf. It was no use.

There was nothing to find anyway. No solution he could find. He had browsed through so many books on absorption theory and barrier studies. But there was no resolution. Absorption was too complex in mixing spells; barrier studies which Pure Vanilla knew all too well didn't correlate with their situation either. Barrier studies and understanding the mechanics of it were no match for witch magic.

He didn't have time to expertly configure a spell to sustain the radiant cookie, to break the barrier of the hut.

Their beacon of hope had fallen silent…

The last remnants of the light of freedom, the last precious fragment of White Lily flickering away…

The tears pricked at his eyes once more before he brushed them away. No, it wasn't the time to grieve; he couldn't, he had to continue onward to find a way to save her, to find a way to stop Shadow Milk from tearing apart the timeline.

Shadow Milk…

He wondered sometimes if he was so far gone that killing the universe was the only enjoyment he could have. Pure Vanilla wondered if he had just tried a little harder; maybe he could've reached into Shadow Milk's own heart.

If he had just held Shadow Milk tighter then his poor half wouldn't be so alone…

He should've tried harder; he shouldn't have let him go…

He shouldn't have let her go…

If only he had tried to reach out more, maybe he could've saved them…

He sighed and went to grasp another book, but his hand paused on the cover, when he felt something pulse within his souljam. A warmth.

Something lingering in his souljam. Familiar, and yet different? His eyes flickered open in surprise at this, as he looked down seeing it shimmer brightly.

"What?" He asked bewildered, reaching out to touch it," Light of Truth?"

Nothing came out from his souljam as it continued to shimmer brighter, glowing in a blue hue that lit up the cobblestone floor below. Pure Vanilla could only stare, perplexed and with slight trepidation as he slowly stood from the bench reaching for his staff the gentle golden glow infusing with the blue light as he held it before him, nervously.

The atmosphere suddenly felt different. Tense and invasive, as if he was being watched. The healer let out a gulp as he walked forward. It couldn't be the children who were sound asleep just across the library; it couldn't be Madeline Cookie either who had insisted on scoping out the halls for security even if there was no one here.

The only ones who could be watching him were the spirits that roamed the school, former classmates of his forever bound to haunting. If that was the case he had no reason to be so anxious and yet he couldn't help it.

"Hello?" He hesitantly called out, "Is anyone there?"

No response.

Pure Vanilla felt a tinge of uncertainty within him as he clutched his robes tighter a chill in the air making itself known. A cold that wasn't there before…

Something wasn't right.

Suddenly a thud of books fell upon the floor making him jolt back in a small gasp. He stared at the books now on the floor before landing back up.

It was definitely a ghost; a spirit was probably weary of a physical cookie before them.

"I know someone is there. Please come out; I promise I'm no threat…" Pure Vanilla said with a gentle smile," You don't have to hide…"

Silence, his gentle smile faltered as he let out a sigh, adjusting the robes to encase his body more he turned away, sighing at the warm silk rubbing against his body.

"I wasn't hiding exactly, more so observing…"

Pure Vanilla stilled, his eyes wide and startled. Slowly, he veered around to see a shimmering blue light that cascaded through the room creating dancing shadows along the bookshelves, he squinted back as the light stretched and curled, before fingers transfigured within, a staff twirling with an expert grace as a being appeared before him.

Pure Vanilla looked up in shock and at the ghostly being before him, his mouth opened wide. It was as if starlight had melted into a cookie. Before him was a being of ethereal nature, his dough sparkling, a beautiful faded blue, with swirls of glittering blue and white hair, flowing with grace. His attire matched effortlessly with his features, whimsical and charming, the cape he wore waving behind him elegantly.

But the thing that really struck Pure Vanilla was the two different hues of his blue eyes. Eyes that seemed so familiar somehow…

He was translucent against the backdrop, light of the moonlight through the stained windows, striking through him creating a beautiful luminescence. He straightened himself, his leg perking up as he looked down at Pure Vanilla with a studied curiosity.

"Apologies for my lack of appearance beforehand.." The ghost began, as he hovered down to Pure Vanilla with a tender smile," I haven't physically formed in quite some time…"

His voice was gentle and sweet, a gentle melody to Pure Vanilla's ears. The healer could only stare, his mouth agape at the beautiful cookie before him, though something else was familiar, very familiar about this cookie…it made Pure Vanilla, wonder.

The ghost gave a small smile, his eyebrow raised in amusement at the vanilla cookie's shocked expression," Too stunned to speak? It wasn't my intention to scare you, dear cookie…" He spoke with a giggle.

Pure Vanilla shook his head, "N-No you didn't, apologies I just was a bit shocked I suppose…" His fingers fidgeted with his staff as he looked up at the ghost with a tired smile.

The ghost stared at him slowly watching as the healer fiddled with his staff. He hummed, his hands behind his back, curiously.

"What brings you here? I haven't seen anyone here in so long?…in fact, I don't think I've been here in a long time…" He trailed off glancing around the library, his eyes widening in surprise at the ruined library,"What happened here?…"

That warmth was flaring deeply through his souljam like some kind of comfort; it seeped into Pure Vanilla's very soul, a deep sense of unity that made him more relaxed as he blinked in surprise at the ghost's confusion.

"You…don't know?" The healer asked, surely a spirit here would know of the incident that took place? The explosion that had taken everyone's soul.

The ghost stared down with a sorrowful confused look one that made Pure Vanilla feel a sense of guilt at the once blissful expression crumbling," No, I don't have any knowledge of this…which is surprising…how long was I gone for? My school…it's….why is it ruined?"

His school? Pure Vanilla blinked; he wasn't just a normal spirit; something was different about him, but he couldn't worry about that now," There was an explosion centuries ago…I was a student here; I was present in the aftermath.."

How could he forget coming back with new books only to find there was no Academy left only to find his dearest friend alone and scared in the remnants of what had happened. She had been so frightened and confused just as this spirit was now. Tiredness and stress mixed in his overwhelmed mind as he sniffled back tears threatening to pour out, as he once more pressed his face into the lily smelling it for comfort.

"E-Everyone was gone…I…they all turned into ghosts…like you now…"

"An explosion…." He muttered," How tragic, I wonder if my own self knows of this; if only I could reach him…"

"Real self?…" Pure Vanilla uttered in confusion.

The ghost looked at him with a nod," Yes…I'm not the actual headmaster; I am just remnants of his soul left here…"

Pure Vanilla's eyes went wide, "Y-You were a headmaster?"

The whimsical cookie suddenly let out a gentle laugh as he swirled near the healer," I'm not just a headmaster; I founded this place long ago…"

Founded? Then it dawned on him as he let out a gasp," You're the First Headmaster!?"

"Oh, goodness apologies for my outburst; I just never would've guessed…" Pure Vanilla blushed softly; a gentle laugh filled his ears as the warmth in his souljam intensified.

"There's no need to apologize; I understand that it must be surprising given this isn't the form in the portrait; however yes I am…" Suddenly he was right in front of the healer beaming with intrigue," Now..enough about me who might you be? Why did you summon me?"

Summon? Pure Vanilla was even more befuddled than before as he responded," My name is Pure Vanilla Cookie, and I'm unsure what you mean by summon, I never summoned you…"

Silence persisted for a few moments as the headmaster tilted his head in confusion," Then why am I here? If you didn't call for me why did I feel resonant within my soul-"

That was when the blue shine caught the ghost's attention and he froze, his rounded pupils dilating," My Souljam!?"

What…..

It was as if Pure Vanilla's disbelief in the situation couldn't get any worse and yet somehow it did," P-Pardon?" His words came out almost in a whisper, as the sudden familiar recognition came through, "W-Wait…Shadow Milk Cookie!?"

The eyes, the blue-hued eyes how had he not put it together first, he stepped back in a panic at such a shock trembling violently. His hands paled at the death grip on his glowing orchid; he felt paralyzed. The First Headmaster was just as startled floating back in shock at the sheer absurdity.

Resonating. The Souljam…

The Headmaster, and Shadow Milk were the same.

Oh, witches…Oh witches….

He had to gather himself from spiraling as he gulped eyes hazy," Shadow Milk?…"

The First Headmaster blinked in shock and concern at the name, "That's not my…I do not have a name like that…" But the healer looked as shocked and confused as him; the name was spoken with such sincerity that he understood that his real self had changed.

Something had happened to his self hadn't it? Grimness set in as he looked back at the healer before him; he looked so tired and petrified, something that shouldn't grace his lovely face. First Headmaster exhaled softly feeling the anxiety coming from the Souljam.

"Alright, we're both startled by the realization of this situation.." He began moving closer to the startled hero,"But to understand one must keep a clear mind and stay calm to figure out a solution…"

Pure Vanilla let out a shaky sigh as he sat down, feeling the ghost float near him," You're right…"

First Headmaster hummed curiously tapping his filed talon against his chin," So in this present you wield a piece of my Souljam, correct?"

"Yes…" Pure Vanilla spoke softly, trying to wrap his mind still around the fact that Shadow Milk was the headmaster, he wondered how the real one would feel, knowing that his school was laid in ruin, that what this fragment saw as a wonderful opportunity for knowledge had been lost to centuries.

"And my current self is Shadow Milk Cookie…correct?"

A nod came from the healer.

First Headmaster, gave a sigh his hands folded in his lap as he glanced back at the healer," I think I understand why I was summoned now…"

Pure Vanilla blinked up in surprise," You have?"

"It drew me here, The Souljam sensed remnants of past fragments left within the walls and drew me here because of your distress I assume…I could feel it, a deep sense of pain coming from the physical world; it was you…The Souljam summoned me because of you…"

Pure Vanilla put a shaky hand upon the cool pendant as he looked back at the headmaster," My Souljam…it called for you…" Tears filled his vision, as he sniffled a broken smile tracing his face,"Why…I-I don't deserve this…"

The First Headmaster stilled as the healer softly took in a breath," I can't save the real you; I couldn't save my dearest friend…I couldn't protect them…I can't find a way; no matter how much I try, I fail again and again…I don't deserve your presence…"

The headmaster felt the anguish increase as Pure Vanilla let out a shaky breath, trying to wipe his tears," I'm sorry, I'm prattling on…" He let out a dry laugh, "I just want to try and help you…I want to know what it is that I cannot see…"

Silence came through as he glanced down sadly," You..don't deserve to be alone in this world, I wish I could understand how to get to you and not let go…"

"I…do not know how to respond I'm afraid," First Headmaster began, "But your knowledge and curiosity about my own experience is very interesting, you must care a lot about me don't you?"

Pure Vanilla Cookie felt his face flush brightly as he swallowed nodding slowly," I do…a lot…"

First Headmaster couldn't help the fluttering feeling coming within at the aspect of his other half's words, one he was not used to. There were no questions of knowledge; there was no dissatisfaction, no paralyzing isolation or wondering of where the witches might be in the moment. There was only a pleasant surprise of this cookie wielding a piece of his own Souljam. One of great truth, A cookie who seemed to care so much about his real self, even if it caused him pain. A beauty of a soul, a cookie who looked so soft, so pleasantly warm and sweet…

A finger could not help but inch its way towards the healer, even though he knew the sense of touch was nonexistent, until the gentle brush against the healer's finger made him jolt back as Pure Vanilla looked up in alarm; the Headmaster was frozen at the sudden feeling.

Feeling…

He could feel him.

"First Headmaster? Is something wrong?" Pure Vanilla asked in concern.

The Headmaster was still staring down at his own transparent hand in fascination, but how did such a thing occur? It was impossible, and yet it had just happened.

"I…" He was left speechless, wondering if it was a misguided sensation. But then again he should not feel any sensation at all.

He wanted to know again; slowly he drifted forward towards the befuddled healer.

"I would like to try something with you…" He spoke; the ancient hero cocked his head puzzled.

"What is it?"

Slowly the headmaster raised his hand towards the healer making him even more perplexed," Please try and touch my hand…"

Pure Vanilla blinked back in confusion," A-Are you sure? I'm not sure if I even can-"

"Just think of it as an experiment of sorts, a theory aligning the realms of spirits with mortal dough…" The headmaster spoke with a gentle smile, before leaning near Pure Vanilla," Trust me please…" He whispered, making Pure Vanilla shudder.

He gulped before slowly raising his hand towards the ghosts, preparing for it to go through, and yet, the pads of his fingers grazed against the headmaster's making them both freeze.

The touch was indescribable.

To Pure Vanilla, it was otherworldly a touch of coldness, as the mist surrounding his fingers swirled like starlight, but it was a familiar chill that Shadow Milk had brought within the spire even if it wasn't one of comfort but of twisted darkness.

To First Headmaster it was something entirely new. He was so soft, warm; his slender finger curved around Pure Vanilla's, feeling the worn hands from childhood years of shepherding, and yet it was comforting intertwining their hand even more. He leaned closer breathless as the faint scent of vanilla filled his senses.

It was such a phenomenon; all fundamental possibility would describe this insanity to believe, and yet a merge between the realm of spirit and mortal doing had tethered together for them to be able to feel.

First Headmaster reached out, clasping Pure Vanilla's other hand as they stared at each other searching for something to define. Words were hard to find in the moment, silence only keeping company.

What happened next could be anything. Pure Vanilla didn't truly know; this could very well be a one-time thing and yet he didn't want it to be, he didn't want to let go even if this was just for the time being. It was a fragment of Shadow Milk from long ago; it wasn't him now, it wasn't the same cookie who touched him all that time ago in the Spire, but at the same time it was the same soul, the remnants of his half's past self. Someone filled with so much gentleness and curiosity; it was so hard to deny the tension burdening inside, a flickering need he hadn't felt in months.

It was a deep aching feeling the gentle coolness as the First Headmaster, slotted their hands together more. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the touch, the way those hands had felt against him even as he was roughly grabbed and squeezed all that time ago in the Spire.

The Academy's Founder's own needs weren't any better; he didn't remember the last time he felt touch, it was all questions and questions, no warmth of any kind, and yet here within this very small moment, summoned for the sense of need by his souljam he could feel it.

He wondered how his other self felt upon feeling such softness from their half. Was he happy? Did it ease the longing that he had always felt? The probability was high being how the headmaster alone was being affected by only acknowledging Pure Vanilla's existence for only a few minutes. It was so fascinating; he was itching to explore more, to touch more. Carefully his hands moved down, feeling alongside the vanilla cookie's wrists caressing down his arms, his nails grazing against the flawless dough making Pure Vanilla shudder.

"I never would've predicted such a thing could occur and yet it did…" The headmaster murmured, as he looked through half-lidded eyes back at Pure Vanilla, "How fascinating, the Souljam connection gifting the ability for physical touch…"

He leaned closer as his hands slowly moved away from the healer's hands, hovering just above his shoulders; he paused glancing back up at Pure Vanilla. The hero's face flushed, his cloudy eyes shimmering with expectation, with hopefulness for anything that might occur.

First Headmaster felt hesitance grace him; could he go further? To study the hypothesis of touch between mortal dough and spiritual energy. To feel the softness more.

Was this okay? He wasn't even the real headmaster, only a fragment? But then again Pure Vanilla looked just as tempted by the idea…

When was the last time he had been touched? Could the headmaster feed the desire plaguing the healer?

"Pure Vanilla Cookie?" His tone wavered.

"Yes…" Pure Vanilla answered dryly, swallowing hard.

"Do you think I could…we could explore this new theory, more in-depth?"

There was a sense of urgency in Pure Vanilla as he leaned forward his own arms wrapping around the headmaster making him stiffen, as the healer looked up pleadingly. He didn't care if this was insane, if it was rapid; he loved every part of Shadow Milk even if it was just a fragment; he loved White Lily. Intimacy was something he shouldn't even be considering right now and yet, he didn't even care; it had been too long; all he wanted to do now was unwind.

"Yes…"

Pure Vanilla moved his hand sinking into the starlight hair, grazing around the Headmaster's scalp before leaning in, tears gathering in his eyes. This wasn't real; he knew it and yet he just wanted to be selfish for once. He gave in his lips pressing against the headmaster's, tears gently seeping out; the headmaster slowly pressed back, his arms wrapping around Pure Vanilla's waist. It was pure, and desperate as the healer deepened the kiss, trying to capture all that the headmaster offered him, the tears becoming more intense.

The First Headmaster, rose as the healer's feet were taken off the ground, a messy blur of passion and grief; he didn't realize he was pressed against the bookshelf until he felt it wedging against him. He broke it with a shaky breath, his eyes glossy.

"Please, just let me forget for just a moment…let me love you just for tonight…"

First Headmaster let out an exhale, his chest aching at the confession of vulnerability. It wouldn't last soon he would depart again, being a fragment source of knowledge, as he was meant to be, but just for tonight he would be something to love; he would be here for his other half if his presence self wasn't.

"Alright…"

Those words nearly overwhelmed Pure Vanilla, before the gentle press of lips against his neck broke him, tears cascading down his cheeks. First Headmaster, pressed gently down the side of his throat, breathing in the vanilla fragrance, hearing the shaky exhale from the ancient; he peered up as the ancient wept softly; he moved his hand up against his cheek with a gentle coo.

"Shh, don't worry dear…" The First Headmaster, smiled sweetly, brushing away a tear. Slowly, he guided the healer forward, pushing him to lie upon the bench, Pure Vanilla settled on his elbows, watching as the knowledgeable headmaster moved over him, with a gentle look,"I'll take care of you…"

He leaned in pressing his chilled lips against Pure Vanilla, feeling the warmth from them as he sighed happily. His hands guided towards the white robes, moving the outer layers aside as he felt in between them, before his hands paused against his chest, feeling plentiful softness.

Pure Vanilla trembled at the grasp upon his breasts, letting out a whimper in the kiss, as the hands kneaded them through his clothing. He flushed deeply, as the fingers massaged through the dough.

He had always been a bit shy about how big his breasts had gotten upon awakening; they used to be so small, and yet now he had to extend his robe size just to fit them in. He was timid whenever bare because of it, and yet now all he could feel was desirable, wanted as the hands flexed against the flesh.

The kiss was broken as Pure Vanilla let out a soft breath, whimpering as the hands continued to rub against his breasts gently.

"Ah…" The sound was almost quiet, as the healer bit his lip, a heavy-lidded gaze gracing him as the first headmaster hummed, fingers bunching into the fabric.

"Is it alright if I remove these? It's a bit difficult to control myself from being unable to be so soft within fabric…" First Headmaster, mused.

Pure Vanilla gave a small laugh, nodding, his own fingers slipping towards his robes, only for Headmaster to halt his attempts, moving his hands back into place. Pure Vanilla, gave a confused hum, only for a snicker to be his answer.

"No, no, no silly, this is my study to uncover; all you need to do is lie back and let me feel you…" The First Headmaster whispered, peeling the robes away from the healer with diligence.

A gentle gasp came out of the ancient; the air was cool against his bare dough, he hadn't even considered wearing a bodysuit this time; the effects were immediate as his nipples immediately erected.

The headmaster couldn't help but stare. He looked so soft, his breasts so large and full, a symbol of sweet softness the headmaster hadn't felt before; he gripped them gently sighing serenely at how soft they felt without the robes. So warm and alive. He could feel the life powder flowing through; he could sense the vitality colliding with his ghostly self. It was a concoction of pure impossibility only given to him by the Souljam.

Pure Vanilla could barely contain himself from squirming as hands lovingly pressed his flesh. He let out small moans feeling the way the headmaster's fingers would trace over his nipples, how slowly he would move in a circular motion, testing him it seemed. Patience was a struggle for Pure Vanilla, as he squeezed his thighs together uncomfortably, the wetness of his cunt coming to fruition. Slick visible through his panties, his clit tingling at the sensation of the silk.

It was difficult not to try to reach his hands down, not to let out a whine at his desperation. But temptation was not his friend, in the way it irked him. He bit his tongue, as he reached down to touch his aching pussy.

Just one small touch, then he would be completely satisfied. A hand grabbed at his wrist stopping him; the ancient blinked staring up at the headmaster in quizzical shock.

The First Headmaster, narrowed his eyes with a raised brow; he pulled the healer's hand up towards his mouth to press a kiss against his knuckles before moving his hand right above his head.

"Didn't I tell you to relax? This is my study after all; it's hard to focus when you're moving so much silly!" He let out a small giggle, looming fully over the healer with a mindful sigh as he moved down to kiss Pure Vanilla's temple,"Don't worry about your sweet little ache…I'll take care of it~"

Pure Vanilla, could only swallow as slender blue fingers glided down his body, leaving him with shaky exhales from the light touches. Lower and lower the grazing against his skin went, until the pads of the headmaster's fingers halted just over where his aching need was. The healer could only lick his lips in anticipation as the first headmaster, moved lower grasping at his hip gently, his eyes sparkling at Pure Vanilla's choice of undergarments. Pure white laced panties, stained with a wet patch of his slick.

He hummed with interest, as a finger reached out to feel against the slickness, sticky and soft. The touch through thin fabric sent shockwaves of pleasure through the healer as he keened loudly before slamming a hand against his mouth.

The headmaster paused startled by the sudden sound.

Pure Vanilla, felt humiliation rise within him, as he turned away with a bashful expression, "M-My apologies…" He began, only to feel a finger press against his lips.

The cool palm shifted towards his cheek veering his gaze back to the virtue. The first Headmaster gave a serene expression, as he caressed his finger against Pure Vanilla Cookie's soft skin, delighted by how the sweet soul nestled into his hand.

"There's no need for apologies, my dear…this just shows my hypothesis is right, that you truly need someone to care for you right now~" He cooed, moving his fingers back towards Pure Vanilla's cunt, hooking between the fabric of his panties.

Pure Vanilla felt his clit twitch at the feeling, as the headmaster gave him one last smile, before his fingers slid inside.

The healer's back arched, his moans echoing off the walls, as the talented fingers of the headmaster, sank the tips of his fingers in; strange they were not fully formed dough, chill like morning mist and yet it felt so right.

The full reality of just how starved he had been for touch came like a rushing current. He could barely focus, on how he was being split, in such a gentle manner. His hands upon the bench tightened from the ecstasy, feeling the way the headmaster rested laid beside him, curiously moving a few inches more each time.

For the headmaster, it was just as breathtaking if not more. The sweet core within the ancient felt so warm and wet, squeezing against his solid fingers, sucking him in. Something was shifting inside him, a feeling the fragment never felt before.

A ravenous desire not designed within his memories. Not filled with knowledge but a carnal need, developing internally. A sense of determination struck him, as he slowly moved his two fingers deeper inside, the melodic sounds of the healer increasing in the process.

"A-Ah!" Pure Vanilla cried out, feeling the gentle stroke of his clitoris, under the sensitive hairs; his eyes rolled back feeling the stuffing of more fingers, and through blurry eyes he peered up at First Headmaster.

"Mmm, you feel so warm and wet? You're squeezing so hard as well; it's as if you want to keep me within…" He spoke tenderly, moving a third finger inside,"It's like you can't resist me being inside~"

It was like the healer's body was also resonating with him, coexisting them together with the ability to touch.

For his touch.

The answer to his curiosity sent a chill through his translucent soul. That it was he was the cause of such lust, of such anguish in the healer.

That this perfect soul was half of his souljam. He wondered if Shadow Milk Cookie desired him as much as Pure Vanilla did. If his real self could see what divine love was before him?

With how much the saint seemed to stare at his own fragmented self with such care and compassion, a new curiosity seemed to dawn on him.

Did his real self ever touch him this way? Does he know how soft their half was? Could he see how much despair Pure Vanilla felt for them?

Would his real self be so inclined if this fragment figured it out for himself? How devoted Pure Vanilla was to them, not just for knowledge but as a whole being. It was strange. It was intriguing.

He must discover the truth.

First Headmaster curled his fingers pressing in more, enjoying the melodies coming from the healer beneath him. The hunger intensified with every shaky gasp, the way the bond between them gave way to cherishing and happiness.

A cookie who cared for him.

A cookie who didn't need an unsatisfying answer. His fingers stilled at that resolution.

No knowledge was sought from the saint, only a desperation to care for him. For just him.

A squelch came from where Pure Vanilla's cunt tightened around his fingers, drawing his mind to the scene before him.

"Mgn?…" The healer, whined in confusion at the loss of movement, as through glossy eyes he stared at the fragment of his half's soul, gentle tears slipping down.

Headmaster blinked, the spiritual form of him quivering, a sense stirred inside him channeling, a twist of his being, something that squirmed uncomfortably against the fabric of his pants.

His fingers pulled back, at the change in his magic. His eyes fell back to the wet residue, dripping from his fingers.

This was just above the surface of how much he could analyze. Fully seek out the sense of touch. Find out how many more cries could come from Pure Vanilla, how much he could squeeze, and fill.

"A-Are you alright?" The saint asked voice tinged with concern.

The headmaster, hummed with no answer. His focus remained on the substance dripping from his fingers; intrigue overcame him as he brought his fingers forward into his mouth. The taste overflowed with raw vanilla, sweet and savory. He groaned as he suckled upon them. Ovens above, when was the last time he had tasted anything so delicious?

Even when he was still whole, as the Fount of Knowledge he never needed to eat, let alone taste. Yet, such sweetness was always potent to him.

It was still intoxicating to him as it had been all that time ago, yet never before as addicting as now.

"First Headmaster?…" Pure Vanilla asked, again leaning back upon his forearms, his face bright red from seeing such a lustful sight. One that made his clitoris twitch.

"Oh, my dearest healer, why didn't you tell me you tasted so sweet?"

Pure Vanilla blinked in surprise at the vulgarity of his words. The gentle voice deeper and filled with a familiar growl.

"P-Pardon?" He stuttered, feeling as if his hips were tenderly grabbed, the headmaster moving over him, his eyes filled with a spiraling appetite.

"You, you taste so good! A texture of vanilla mixed with a hint of buttercream, savored in slick…" His form seemed to sparkle more with the words, as his nails dug into the tanned thighs.

Pure Vanilla let out a shaky exhale from the feeling, his breast wobbling as he shifted his body, to try and relax with the touch,"Y-You think so?"

It was hard to believe, honestly even if Shadow Milk had said the same words during his time in the spire. The idea he tasted so perfectly for them despite being sickly sweet was baffling.

"Of course…" The response was shaky as the headmaster, eyed down towards his dripping cunt. It wafted out the vanilla-sweet scent. If he could salivate, drool would be dribbling down his chin in the moment. The anticipation of delving into the source of the taste was exotic.

He curled his lips together; he wanted a taste. He needed it. He had to try and see how much he could please the healer. Pure Vanilla felt his legs lift, as his upper body lay back against the bench as the headmaster lowered his head towards his pussy, making his heart flutter.

"C-Could I?…" His breath against his wet cunt made the saint shudder. He knew what he was asking, something that he too desperately wanted. He needed it; he wanted to be touched more and more.

"Yes, please…"

Lips suckled against the sensitive dough. It was tender and overstimulating all at once. The worst kind of concoction for someone untouched for so long. Pure Vanilla could barely control his body, as he grounded his hips back. Slick staining along, the starry strands of hair, sticking to his phantom being.

The healer could feel his walls being split apart, the intense pressure of the extended tongue slithering into areas normally out of reach.

"O-Oh, Headmaster! Ngn!" His voice trilled, as his hands looped tighter into the strands of the First Headmaster's, hair. His fingers, curled more with each motion of the virtue's tongue.

It was quite the blessing being on the other side of the library unable to hear his moans to be heard, as he was devoured thoroughly. He pressed his thighs closer against the headmaster, feeling the warmth in his stomach churn.

"Ohhhhh~ Mm-mm…" He could feel himself slipping, on the verge of cumming," H-Headmaster, I- Oh…" Pure Vanilla could barely form words from the immense pleasure, as he reached a hand to his breast, rubbing against his nipple.

He was so close. Oh, he was so close.

The healer didn't even seem to notice the tightening grip upon his hips, the tongue stretching out even more. Moving closer and closer inside till it triggered the snapping of Pure Vanilla's control, of his sense of his words.

Headmaster was smashed between quivering legs. The scent of pure vanilla was so potent it was almost overwhelming. He was drenched in slick, the taste raw and sweet. All he could do was ride through, his grip upon the healer's thighs bruising, as he suckled as much of Pure Vanilla's essence as he could.

His member formed, squirmed, and twisted against his pants, aching for release. His knowledgeable mind conflicted with thoughts uncommon to him, but then the call of a name from the hero's mouth fully halted his soul.

"S-Shadow Milk…"

Something broke within himself. A full shattering of his identity into a mere fragment. A name. His real self's name.

The thoughts spiraled. Had his own self done this with the healer? Had Shadow Milk tasted him as he had just done now? Did he feel every corner inside as he had?

Did he also fester in the way Pure Vanilla cried for him? If this was the case then why would he leave him alone? Was the thought of care too much for them? It sounded just as much and yet here was the First Headmaster fully serene in Pure Vanilla's company.

What an interesting dissection of psychology to explore. Yet, the pressure around him softening disrupted that eager analysis. A hitched breath made him peer up at Pure Vanilla.

The vanilla's cookie's eyes were unfocused; his face was flushed. His pristine robes were unraveled revealing his nudity. His long hair fell forward, as he lowered his head more tears slipping out.

The First Headmaster's face morphed into concern, seeing the tears of sorrow strike the healer once more.

Why was he?…

"I-I…" Mustering words was challenging for the trembling hero, "I'm sorry…I…"

More tears spilled down as he tried to control himself, "I didn't mean to call you…"

Humiliation and dread splashed away the clouded lust like cold water. All the healer could feel was shame, at what he was doing!

What was he doing? He couldn't have sex now! The timeline was at stake, Shadow Milk was causing rampant destruction that could affect reality's very existence and yet here he was ravaging in the company of his forgotten fragment. A gentle soul who he had now just called Shadow Milk.

The virtue didn't move, as the healer let out a sad exhale.

"I shouldn't have called you that; I shouldn't utter the name of someone I couldn't save…" His voice cracked, "Someone who was once so gentle and kind like you…I'm so sorry…I-"

"But that is me is it not?"

The healer peered at the headmaster who was settled upon his own knees, staring intently,"That is who I have become."

Gently, the virtue took Pure Vanilla's hand, looking at him with a tender expression," Who I am now, and yet, even if I am but of the past and not of the future there is one connection we both could make…" He moved Pure Vanilla's hand, close to his lips with a loving smile,"That we both are bonded to one who cares for us…"

A kiss pressed against his knuckle,"That we are loved by someone as lovely as you…"

Pure Vanilla Coonie could only stare, as another kiss was laid upon his fingers, before the Headmaster looked back up with a soft expression,"He might not understand it right now, but yet I do…I can see a resonance between us flickering inside…a chance to belong together…"

"You're filled with the underlying truth of wanting to grasp the full extent of those you care deeply for. You seek the fruition of knowledge for the greater good of those you love…" He leaned close inches away from Pure Vanilla,"And I find that rather fascinating to dissect, to feel, to offer my own insight into feelings too complex to explain…"

A kiss was pressed against the healer's lips as he was pushed back against the bench; the headmaster separated,"Enough holding back dearest healer…call me by my name, let the world know who can only touch you so well…"

The First Headmaster to prove his words moved, to rub his writhing bulge against Pure Vanilla's cunt, making the healer arch his back.

"You have cursed me…and now I see fit to give in to the urge I feel with such a sensation..." His voice deepened, filled with need.

A shimmer of magic, and his garments vanished, his cock free, wriggling against the healer's abdomen. Pure Vanilla couldn't actually see what the virtue had formed, but from the feeling he knew it was something familiar. A shifted form he remembered all too well.

The tendril oozed with cream, as the headmaster whimpered, leaning back over the healer.

"Is…Is this alright?"The First Headmaster asked with hesitation. It was soft and unsure, foreign to Pure Vanilla. The healer felt how the tendril writhed against his thigh with need, all for him. As it had been all that time ago in the Spire.

A feeling he hadn't known he craved for months. A want to be whole again. It did not matter if this was a fragment of Shadow Milk; it was still him. It was still his half. He needed him. He needed to feel complete again. Slowly he reached his legs around the virtue's waist pulling him closer into an embrace.

A smile graced his lips as he moved to cup the First Headmaster's cheek,"Yes, everything is perfect, just please fill me up…."

A shaky exhale came from the virtue at the words from the healer, his member aching. This was too much; he couldn't wait any longer.

The virtue moved back with a hungry smile corrupting his soft face, as he let out a chuckle, moving down to grasp at his cock, fisting against it, "Very well then~ Let me fill this emptiness with my touch…"

The healer bit his lip with a whimper, feeling the cock brushing against his slick folds, the tip rubbing against his clit.

The headmaster watched with fascination as the tip slithered against the vanilla folds, barely parting. He quivered at the sight, the slick coming from Pure Vanilla making the need more intense.

Slowly, he pressed in as they both shook. Pure Vanilla's breath hitched, feeling himself be split by the headmaster pressing in. The virtue whimpered as he moved against the healer's neck, hunching in overstimulation at the tight warmth sucking him in.

Oh…was this the true expansion of touch? To feel deep inside the body of the one they loved? The First Headmaster, looked through lidded eyes towards the healer, gripping against his shoulder tightly.

Slowly he moved over the healer, looking at the display of the broken-down hero. A composed soul shattered by his touch.

The healer, let out a breath as he was finally filled with the entirety of the headmaster. A truly remarkable sight.

Pure Vanilla could barely think; all his cognitive abilities vanished by the cock large and long wriggling inside him. His eyes rolled back, the pleasure consuming any dignity he once held.

Had it really been that long since the Spire? How could he have forgotten this feeling? The feeling of being complete, being filled by him.

Through clouded vision, he reached up to pull his beloved closer. Feeling through the starlit braid as the headmaster happily embraced him.

They were one being in this moment. A unity of desperation and love. A sense of belonging that he hadn't felt in forever.

Deep in the back of the healer's mind was sadness at this being for a finite amount of time. This was not everlasting and they both knew it. Yet, staring deeply into those familiar two-hued eyes, all Pure Vanilla did was lean in, locking the headmaster into a kiss.

Frigid lips became warmer with each passionate bite upon the saint's mouth.

First, the headmaster's hands moved alongside his shoulders, tracing all his scars as if mapping constellations. It brought small moans from the healer, as the fingers stopped just near his nipples.

Slowly the headmaster broke the kiss even with the disappointed sigh from the healer. It only took a gentle move of his hips to shatter Pure Vanilla's disappointment into pleasure, as he arched his back.

"Oh!~"

First Headmaster could feel his spirit sparking at the sounds, the way a bulge shifted within the healer's womb from the length inside.

He needed to see it again.

He grasped at Pure Vanilla's rear, slowly lifting him more, seeing the shape distend, as his cock curled upwards.

"Ah! Headmaster?!" Pure Vanilla, exclaimed at the sensation, of the large member pressing upon his clenching walls.

The headmaster didn't seem to notice though enjoying the way his cock moved inside. How remarkable, to be the one to fill the dear healer.

Slick dripped out from the healer's quivering cunt, as he let out a shaky breath, burying his face into the headmaster's neck.

"Oh sweetest healer, you feel absolutely, ah, divine…" The headmaster's voice deepened, "So warm and soft…"

It was as if velvet warmth was capturing him, a touch too far addicting to put aside. How could his own self not want to be within such warmth every day? Why would his own self be so ludicrous as to not indulge in keeping Pure Vanilla stuffed and loved?

"It's a shame really." He whispered, breathing in the lovely vanilla scent, "That he hasn't touched you in so long. Left you empty and alone."

His grip tightened against Pure Vanilla's ass, as he settled into a seated position with the healer settled in his lap," How could we leave such a pretty soul unattended too?"

Pure Vanilla whimpered, as he gripped the headmaster, the large cock stretching him even more with being impaled on it. He swore he could almost feel it tipping into his cervix.

The pressure was too much for him as a ravenous warmth began to unfold inside. His thighs were quivering. The headmaster noticed the way the healer was melting.

"How sweet you are all sensitive~" he beamed, his finger moving against the swollen clitoris. Just a simple brush along his clit, a touch that shouldn't have been as stimulating.

But for all how starved he was for pleasure it was all too much, as the knot inside easily unraveled. A splash of ejaculation came out dampening the headmaster.

The First Headmaster, blinked his eyes widening, as the healer only staggered, his breasts wobbling as he leaned forward against Headmaster, overwhelmed by his second orgasm.

"Ngn! Oh…Headmaster…" Pure Vanilla, moaned out clenching down, as the finger continued to circle his clit.

"Is this too overwhelming for you my dear?" The enchanting voice crooned, as the healer felt the pressure increase against his clit. He shuddered, wincing his hands tightening against the virtue's shoulders.

"N-No…I…I just…" He swallowed,"You're really here…"

A statement of pure recklessness.

Words given out of pure love.

The headmaster froze, at Pure Vanilla's expression of deep gratitude and sadness," You're here…"

His hips rose, feeling the way the member brushed against his walls in the process.

The headmaster blinked in realization at what he was doing, "Pure Vanilla Cookie wait-"

But it was too late; the healer was too lost in lust and adoration to even notice the headmaster's worries.

It happened before the fragment of knowledge could stop him. The warmth engulfed the cock completely. A cracked moan came out of Pure Vanilla.

He could feel the cock split him apart, piercing right into his cervix. It made the tears prick more, yet the aching of being skewered wasn't what made him on the verge of tears again.

"I have you now…" He choked, tears swelling into his cloudy eyes"I have you in my arms, inside me…"

He moved to lift his hips again, feeling gentle hands clasp on his sides gently halting him. He looked down at First Headmaster pulling against his neck, as he nuzzled against his forehead.

"I love you…" The confession came out softly; he couldn't resist it. He thought it was love through his haze; after all those nights in the spire even with the sadism of Shadow Milk was truly an experience. When they bonded, it felt like a complete experience of being one.

They were made for each other. Every part of him even the fragments forgotten by time.

The Headmaster, felt his core stir at the words.

He loves us? As a whole cookie…

The whole confession made him tense up; it made his cock curl and twist inside as the heat of Pure Vanilla engulfed him again.

He watched.

The truth was right there. The gentle healer broke apart on his cock, the dribbles of slick leaking down as he moved. He could see the way his womb would distend forward with every descent. He saw the way his plentiful breasts would bounce in rhyme, his nipples erect, just begging to be suckled and pinched.

A masterpiece was fully there for his eyes only, yet his real self refused to indulge.

Well, that was a difference between them then, because Headmaster had plans to ruin the healer.

He hummed with a smile, grasping the plush rear tighter, halting the healer's movements.

A whine permitted through the needy healer, only for a chuckle and a finger pressed against his lips stopping him.

"Now, now, none of that!" The headmaster giggled, as he guided Pure Vanilla, upwards, his cock slipping out,"You've had your fun; now it's my turn, lover~"

A wail came out, as Pure Vanilla was grabbed and slammed back down. The air was nearly knocked out of him, by the headmaster puncturing deep inside him every time.

"NGN! Shadow Milk Cookie! Mm!"

Verbalization melted into mindless whimpers, as he felt the tip pierce deep inside his cervix repeatedly. First Headmaster hummed at how empty-headed the saint had become, as he shoved right into his cunt again. The velvet warmth tight against him. The tendril inside pressed against the firmness of his cervix over and over.

He couldn't wait to cum inside…

It wouldn't stick, yet it could be a sign of claim.

Perhaps it would be a declaration for his real self to see the solution to keeping their half with him.

It was a shame, though the headmaster couldn't procreate. The vision of seeing Pure Vanilla all swollen and stuffed was more appealing than he imagined. To see these breasts filled with milk, how cookiekind reproduction had changed in eons by his own experience.

The least he could do was pretend it was a possibility, as a hand clasped around Pure Vanilla's breast. The softness within teased him to grip it tighter, Pure Vanilla arching into the touch.

"Oh…" He moaned out, from the squeeze.

"Beautiful…So beautiful you are, dove~" The First Headmaster murmured, rubbing his thumb against his nipple,"A shame you can't lactate; I can imagine how divine it would be, seeing these filled with milk…"

Pure Vanilla's pussy constricted tighter at the words, as he felt lips latch onto his breasts.

The Headmaster suckled against the breast, circling his tongue across the nub. Pure Vanilla shook as he did, shifting his hips back and forth at the added pleasure.

The First Headmaster, kept up his pace in thrusts as his fingers massaged against the breast, licking every inch.

The poor truth wielder was gone.

Besotted by the intoxicating pleasure, only driven by pure instinct in seeking pleasure.

He was submerged in carnal desire, unable to find footing in cognition. Pure Vanilla, the gentle and sweet healer was left as a whore of selfishness.

Giving into the desire he had wanted for months. Wanted for centuries.

To be touched by those he desired.

He didn't know where touches were left, where kisses and licks were placed.

All he felt was pure love.

He clung to the headmaster, the thrusts increasing, the tentacle spearing over and over.

"Yes, yes, yes my dove! Such a good boy you are! Such a very good boy!" Praises came out.

"I'll fill you up! I'll fill you with so much, when you see me again you'll still be leaking and I'll finally give in and fill you up again!"

It had to be a promise. He knew he couldn't ever give this up again; he wanted to always be with him. He wanted to always resonate with him.

A cry came out from the headmaster, as Pure Vanilla felt transfixed by the feeling of cold cream flooding inside. He shuddered feeling himself clench tightly encasing the twitching member deep inside, as he rubbed his hips against the headmaster.

It was so much inside; a tiny bump had begun to grow with how much cum the headmaster gave to him.

He fell into the headmaster's embrace, shaking unable to move, as he weakly clung to the soft fabric of the headmaster nuzzling into him.

"It's alright, it's alright…I have you…" The First Headmaster mumbled, rubbing a hand down his back.

In his blissful state, a sharp prick snapped it. A knowing truth about what was to come with the souljam, began to unravel the bond.

"Stay…" His ragged voice spoke.

The headmaster faltered in his comforting at the words, "Pure Vanilla…" He hesitated.

Tears sprang in his eyes, as he curled his fingers into the white blouse burying his face into the headmaster's chest.

"Stay, stay…please stay…please don't leave me alone…"

A hush came out, as lips pressed against his head, fingers grazing through his hair.

"You'll be alright, sweet dove…" The headmaster spoke his voice becoming fainter.

Pure Vanilla pressed harder against his body as if holding him close would stop his fading.

"Please, please Shadow Milk I can save you; I can help you…please just don't leave me…"

He could feel sleep taking over despite his fight against it.

"Please I…I can't lose you...I can't fail you like how I failed her…"

A gentle kiss came through as a shaky voice echoed through; as his eyes closed the tug into a silent sleep won.

"You won't, I know you won't…I’m still there just lost…but we’ll find each other again…I promise..”

"Love you…"

Silence.

Do you love me?

Shadow Milk?…

Do you?…

No response came through.

The morning air felt chilly against the healer through the robes he was swaddled in.

Everything hurt…

The ache in his pelvis was evidence of what had happened last night.

Pure Vanilla Cookie shuddered, as he moved to lean more into his lover for warmth, yet no one lay next to him.

The ancient snapped opened his eyes at the lack of touch, jolting up in a panic.

There was no blue glow anymore, there was no more warmth in his soul. He was alone.

Pure Vanilla Cookie stilled, not even comprehending the voices calling his name from across the library. The rush of pure isolation hit him hard, his breath hitching by profound sadness of reality coming through.

He tightened his robes around him, face in his hands. Of course, it was only a temporary moment of his sorrow. It was a fragment brought for his contentment, yet he had reluctantly yearned that he would stay.

How ridiculous was that? Wanting the forgotten purity of the cookie he wanted to save?

Why did he get so carried away? He felt filthy and desperate, to have such vulnerability he didn’t deserve. Especially with the remnants of who Shadow Milk was…

Yet the absence of him left a mark. A mark of hollowness, at how lonely he was. Without his dearest friend or other half he was left awake with only traces of a resonance from last night. Just like in the kaleidoscope.

The overwhelming sense of grief coursed over him, by the realization none of it was true. A tear slipped down his face as he brought forth the lily to his nose nuzzling against it, for comfort.

How pathetic was this? A desperation to resonate with the one he could not fully grasp.

Would he even love him?

Do you?…Shadow Milk Cookie?…

….