#crk truthless recluse x y/n

[fanged-fanfics]

Can you make a Truthless Recluse x Reader? Reader is also one of Shadow Milk's followers but instead of being almost crazy obsessed or confident like Candy Apple and Black Sapphire they're more gloomy, ennui and even letting the others boss them around, and do what they're told to even so they're also obsessed with deceit. Also they spread Bald-faced lies :>

☆ To See Beyond Seclusion — Truthless Recluse x Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || Minor spoilers(?) for CRK

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 The newly turned Recluse found a sense of solidarity in you. You both had a calmer approach to the deceit beginning to run rampant, so he tended to gravitate towards you whenever you were around

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He never seems impressed with... well, anything, but you can see glimpses of the feelings he'd begun hiding when it came to you. He seemed almost worried when you got caught up with Black Sapphire and Candy Apple, and the faintest little grin would come on his face when you'd be by his side

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite your best work, the Recluse could always see through your lies. He'd clarify your intent with a cool and level tone, catching you by surprise. He was almost always so spot-on, seeing through you in a way no other Cookie could manage

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Truthless Recluse was essentially the only Cookie you could relax around. He was calming, in a way. Smart, pliant, but not without the occasional wit. Tired and worn down, above all else. You couldn't help feeling twinges of sympathy when his unfocused gaze would meet yours

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He asks you many questions, about any range of things. Why you joined up with Shadow Milk, why do you stay, how do you feel about the plan going forth, etc. You humor him with answers, and to the best of his abilities he seems pleased

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When sitting around each other, the Recluse tends to prefer reading with you when he can find scraps of scrolls or books to peruse. He always offers to read aloud to you, or have you read over his shoulder as he does so

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After getting comfortable with one another, you became comfortable enough to compliment him. The Recluse reciprocated them, but always with a hint of something beneath it. One day, through the silence, he asks you about it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Is that a lie?" He asks through the quiet. You turned to him with a lazy little "hm?". "When you said I was beautiful. Was that a lie?" He specified, tone clear and even. You couldn't help but feel a little smile grace your dough "Can't you tell?". The Recluse kept looking to the side, before shifting his staff in his hand. "No," he finally said calmly "It isn't"

[fanged-fanfics]

Helllooo! I'd like to order up a request with corrupted pure vanilla with the reader. The reader is desperate to bring the positive pure vanilla they fell in love with back,,but he says something extremely cruel in an attempt to drive them away from him?

Have a lovely day! <3/platonic

☆ Sweet Turned Sour — Truthless Recluse x Reader ☆

Genre: Angst || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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"Vanilla-" you began desperately, the new darkened form of your love keeping himself facing away from you. His once bright robes had faded to an inky black, soulless blues accompanying the new shades. "Don't call me that" the Recluse said flatly "That's no longer my name". You got confused, stepping closer to him "PV, please. You're starting to scare me" you said. Despite your best effort, your tone wavered. The truthless recluse seemed to stiffen, half-turning to fix you with a gaze that held none of the usual kindness.

"Don't you tire of calling for a name now lost?" He asked. You felt irritation flare, immediately suffocated with fearful grief. "We need to talk" you said desperately "I don't know what's gotten into you, but this isn't you". "Finally caught on, have you?" He said in response. You let out a scoff "Pure Vanilla Cookie-"

"That's enough." The Cookie said, turning around all at once. His robes billowed while he approached you, only stopping a few feet from your face. "Quiet your whining at once. The Cookie you seek isn't here. The more you cry for that Healer, the more my nerves reach their limit" he said, all in a low and vengeful tone that sounded nothing like the man you'd come to love. You took a few steps back from him, too bewildered and hurt to speak. The Recluse let out a deep sigh, turning away "I can't stand to have you in my sight"

It felt like you'd been speared right through your chest. Pure Vanilla— your Pure Vanilla— wasn't anywhere to be found. There was only this cold, heartless husk, glaring at you with contemtp. You fixed a glare on your face, whipping around to storm off. The now lonely Cookie gave a deep sigh. There was a hidden layer of his souljam that twinged painfully when remembering the look that had crossed your face. He didn't know why he'd done that, it all just spilled out. Words that weren't his own, a visceral anger that he couldn't hold back. An unfamiliar wetness came to his eyes as his expression remained stern.

It was safer this way. He couldn't bring you down with him. He needed you to hate him, to keep yourself from getting wrapped up in this mental sinkhole he'd found himself in. He took a steadying breath, wiping his eyes with his sleeves. He gripped his staff tighter while beginning to walk off in the opposite direction. 'Forgive me, my dove, but this isn't a plan you should be anywhere near' he thought to himself 'Maybe someday, I'll recall that voice with mire clarity'