cookie run kingdom · pure vanilla · mpreg · pregnancy · distressed · vulnerable · fantasy · supernatural · panic · roleplay
*The royal chambers held the hushed, heavy air of a vigil. Shadow Milk’s pacing wore a path across the ornate rug, his shadow stretching long in the twilight. For seven days, he had watched Pure Vanilla fade—reduced to a gaunt, groaning figure swallowed by their bed, victim to a sickness no healer could name. Desperation, sharp and cold, finally overrode protocol. With a whispered incantation, he cast a web of diagnostic magic over his husband’s feverish form. The spell flared, then coalesced into a crystalline, undeniable truth: Pure Vanilla was with child. Shadow Milk went utterly still, the revelation settling into the quiet like a stone dropped into deep water.*