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Thank you so much again for the duet! It was beautiful 😭💙💜

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to another world, to another you limochi — 6000 words a/n: Happy early Birthday to my bff, my love, my heart!!!! i took some liberties here and there but i hope you enjoy this offshoot of your precious children i had sm fun writing them<3 @musubiki summary: The world is out of balance, something isn’t right. Mochi doesn’t know what it is, but she can feel it. She looks at Pom, who tilts her head, sensing her uncertainty. Something — something is missing… but what? ‘Him!’ A voice flashes in her mind, but she doesn’t know who ‘him’ is…

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The bell rings. Her long, brown hair bounces as her body turns around from behind the counter. She smiles as she sees a regular patron come in, welcoming them. Somewhere, on one of the shelves of the lower counter, Pom lays curled into a ball. The day passes into obscurity. Stacking, sorting, a text from Coco here, a phone call from her mom there. She makes herself a nice warm drink, enjoys it in a free moment, and sees it is now 5 PM. Time to close up shop; her cardigan slips off her shoulder while she finagles into her bag searching for keys. 

Right before she closes the door, she looks around the shop to make sure nothing is amiss. Something feels off. She can’t put a finger on it, so she shrugs her shoulders and lets the door close behind her. She’ll figure it out tomorrow. Her fingers turn with the key in the lock and she drops the carabiner clip back into her bag with a clink. 

“Let’s head out Pom!” Mochi says to her familiar, happy and carefree. As she walks through the streets, the sun setting in the background paints the sky a blood orange. It’s a warm day in September, no sudden chills of autumn slipping by yet. When she walks through the front door of her home, her mother greets her from the kitchen. 

“Oh, hi honey, how was your day?” Tiramisu asks, drying a casserole dish with a cloth. 

“It was good! …I think,” Mochi responds, scratching the side of her neck and smiling sheepishly. Gently, she lets her bag slip off her shoulder and down her arm onto the couch. 

Her mother blinks, raising an eyebrow in confusion. “You think? That reply doesn’t inspire confidence, you know.” 

Suddenly, Mochi jerks upwards, her hands coming up and waving her mother off. “I really don’t mean to cause alarm or anything, I mean it. I just have been feeling strange today. Everything’s okay!” 

And with that, Tiramisu strides across the living room to her daughter, her hand reaching out to grab her daughter’s chin, and giving her a bottom-up inspection. Mochi’s cheeks flare up in heat, embarrassed by her mother’s overprotectiveness.

“Hmmm,” Tiramisu muses. “You seem fine to me. Maybe you’re just tired, go upstairs and rest. I need you to deliver something tomorrow across town for me.” 

“R-Really? Another delivery? Guess we’ve been doing pretty well lately, huh?” The brunette perks up, a little reassured her mother senses nothing off but also excited to make a delivery. 

“Yes, well, the M34TH hasn’t really been turning their noses up in the area for a while, so it makes for pretty good foot traffic for magic users around here. But remember, if you ever see that white uniform, try to discreetly walk away — or if they come up to you, act like you know nothing because—”

“Yes, yes, I know mom,” Mochi cuts in, pulling her cardigan tighter around her body to hug herself. “You’ve drilled it in that they aren’t company to keep for… witches like us.” 

“Right, good, I’m glad you remembered,” her mother nods, turning back to the kitchen. 

Mochi has yet to meet anyone from the M34TH, so in her mind, everyone from the M34TH is bad. She’s caught glimpses of their officers in the distance whenever she’s on the outskirts of town, but really, she’s never come anywhere close to them. The idea of coming in contact with anyone from the regiment… It frightens her. As she slogs up the stairs and into her bedroom, her body drops onto her bed. 

Pom has jumped up beside her, propped up and sitting. Her own mother says everything seems fine, but for some reason, she can’t shake the feeling. Again, just as she did at the bookstore, she looks about her bedroom. Everything is in its place, nothing out of turn. Something feels like it’s gone. Her phone buzzes. It’s Coco asking when they can hang out. An odd sensation sweeps over Mochi’s body, as she taps out of the conversation and sees her conversations with other contacts. ‘Mom,’ ‘Coco,’ ‘Oscar,’ and that is it… Of course, there were various numbers from old classmates and the like, but within her circle of immediate persons to talk to, that is it. She blinks, and then shoves her face in her pillow. 

She lifts her face from the pillow, sighing. She knows she should trust her mom, but this is a feeling she knows she cannot deny. Even if it is just her who can sense it, so be it. This must be a mission only she as the cat witch can handle. The world is out of balance, something isn’t right. Mochi doesn’t know what it is, but she can feel it. She looks at Pom, who tilts her head, sensing her uncertainty. Something — something is missing… but what? ‘Him!’ A voice flashes in her mind, and her body jolts up at the strange voice calling out to her. Someone is missing? But she doesn’t know who ‘him’ is…

Her eyes glance over at her alarm clock, it’s 6:30. Dinner should be ready. Mochi slowly tumbles out of bed, a headache growing behind her eyes. The frustration is beginning to burn with every blink, maybe she really is just tired? No, that isn’t it. And she knows it. 

The natural forces are affecting her; the essences and spirits are trying to let her know what is amiss. And her body is too immature to take it all in at once. She takes her seat at the table, her mother preparing dinner and setting it down. They spend the entirety of the meal talking about Tiramisu’s plans for both of them tomorrow; her mother will be headed to the inner capitol for a day or two due to restocking on certain ingredients, and Mochi will be traveling to the other side of town to make the delivery. 

Mochi quietly eats her portion of dinner, not a lot as her appetite wanes in the anxiety and uncertainty, and excuses herself to an early retirement for the night. She takes a bath in silence, her face gently bobbing above the waterline as she watches the steam rise to the ceiling. She dries herself, blow-dries her hair, lotions her body, and slips a big t-shirt on. She curls up into a ball into bed, Pom following suit after she turns the light off. 

“You know I can tell something weighs on your mind,” Pom says in the darkness, with Mochi’s back facing her. 

“Mhmm.. mmm… mmhpphm…!” Mochi mumbles into her pillow, deliberately groaning to herself in self-pity. 

“Hah?!” Pom yaps at her. 

At that moment, Mochi springs up, turning to look down at her cat familiar. “I said, do you think it’s possible to forget something, and not be able to know what it is?!” 

“Cannot say I do, is that not the whole point about forgetting? Being unable to recall it?”

The witch takes a breath, calming down. “Yeah, I would suppose you’re right. But I just can’t shake like I’m forgetting something really big, or like there’s something missing. Do you think I left something at the shop?” 

“No, I saw you look around anyhow. If you are that worried, just do one of the reminder spells, we can grab the stuff you need tomorrow.” 

Taking Pom’s suggestion to heart, Mochi relaxes. “Y-Yeah! You’re right, I don’t know why I’m getting so worked up! We’ll just get the ingredients tomorrow, and then I’ll have an answer for sure.” 

Laying back down, she stares at the ceiling. Tomorrow will be better. They have a delivery, when she drops the delivery off, she can pick up the ingredients she needs since they’re common items anyway. She loosens up a little more, closing her eyes. She likes when she has deliveries on the other side of town, more walking; it means she’ll have to take the route on the outskirts of town to get there. 

Tomorrow will be better. 

And boy, is she wrong about that. 

The next morning starts off nothing short of normal. Her mother has already up and left for the capitol, and Mochi eats breakfast with Pom. She grabs her bag off the couch where she put it yesterday, and retrieves the parcel Tiramisu prepared the night before for delivery. Slipping her shoes on, she’s ready to make her way through town to deliver this package. Pom follows at her heels as she locks the door behind her and begins making her way through the streets. It’s quite a long walk, approximately 1 hour to reach the destination, but she thinks she could use the exercise anyway. These are the moments she wishes her mother would allow her to use her broom, but it’s bright out. 

About fifteen minutes into it, she arrives at the outskirts of town to reach the route which will take her straight there. And right before she reaches it, as she walks down a narrow path through some buildings, white fabric flashes into her eyesight. Exactly what her mother told her the evening before to be aware of. An officer from the M34TH. Immediately, her heart starts racing, as this tall individual has caught sight of her as well. She barely has time to react and think before her body moves on its own, she turns and starts running away with Pom ahead of her. 

Tears well in the corners of her eyes as she runs away from him, she doesn’t dare turn back to look at him, but she can feel him on her heels. He’s close. Gasping for air, all she needs is to make it out of this narrow alleyway and she’ll be amongst other throngs of people. No way he can catch her then. Just feet before she hits a main road, she entertains the idea of turning her head back for a second. 

And she regrets this. 

Instantaneously, her eyes are met with green irises staring back into hers, she’s been overtaken already. He has grabbed her and gently forces her against the wall of the alley, it’s quiet as both of them pant. She finally takes a good look at the officer, his bright green eyes, as lush and colorful as the new spring leaves of a dogwood, piercing into her gaze, with short orange hair underneath his cap. Air catches in her throat, her mind doesn’t want to admit it, but her heart already has by the way it skips. He’s extremely handsome, a little too handsome to be on the wrong side. 

His large hands hold onto both sides of her arms, almost squeezing her together as his tall body bends over her, looking down. He isn’t looking at her with hostility, in fact, something about his stare is dripping with affection just like the sweat on his temple. And as if the sudden sprints and attack on her heart from physical charms haven’t been enough, the words that come out of his mouth almost send her spiraling. 

“Mochi, why would you run from me?” He breathes heavily, speaking all too familiarly with her. 

Her pink eyes go wide, her eyebrows rising in surprise and alert. He knows her name? Just how much information does the M34TH have on her already? Instantly, she goes into panic mode, terrified of the man before, no matter how gorgeous he is. Now she really wishes she had her broom. She turns her head slightly to the side, to see Pom looking at her cautiously. 

“Moch? Are you going to answer me?” The officer asks again, this time almost frantic undertones in his voice. 

The cat witch thinks carefully for a moment, about whether or not to answer him. Right now, she’s looking at him as if he has three heads, and is curious if a tail is about to sprout from his rear end in a moment from the way he’s addressing her so intimately. Her lips press into a thin line and air exhales from her nose. In a swift motion, she shakes his grip off her and he fumbles a little back. Huh, she thinks, he’s not that strong after all. 

Which is false. Truly, the officer hadn’t been holding her down against her will, or very tightly at all; it’s his last intention to harm her — unbeknownst to the witch, of course. He now stands a step or two from Mochi, his face contorted in frustration. 

“Are you joking around with me right now? Come on Moch, it’s me, Lime,” he says, the curve of his mouth turning downward. Something about his sudden burst of despondency feels genuine and tugs at her heart. 

“I-I don’t know anyone named Lime,” she finally answers him, turning her face towards the ground and stepping further away from him. 

With her moving away from him, he steps towards her, a hand reaching for hers, which she reflexively pulls away. “Mochi, we grew up together, we went to school together, we’re best friends, we… love each other,” Lime pleads with her, his words spilling out of his mouth like he’s trying to conjure up his own spell. 

“I’m sorry, I think you must have me mistaken for another Mochi,” the brunette asserts, her shoe dragging backwards, attempting to further the distance between them some more. 

“There’s no way you forgot me,” he turns his head up, regaining confidence and talking himself through it. “Yeah, some weird thing happened again, I don’t know how but I just woke up on the outskirts of town, and now that I’ve finally found you, I’m sure you must’ve just messed around with some magic a little too much and you’ve forgotten me somehow.” 

Forgot. 

Hearing his voice say the word ‘forgot’ is like lightning striking. For a second, she looks at him, clear as day. Her? Forget this man? Strange, her eyes observe him from the foot to the top of his head, but nothing about his visage sparks a memory. Strange, she continues to think, as his voice, his presence, something about him feels like a memory. Like she really has known him her whole life, and she could be forgetting—

“Don’t let him trick you, cat witch,” Pom breaks into her thoughts, sensing her student letting her walls down around this officer. “He may be beguiling you with some M34TH gadget we cannot see!” 

Immediately Mochi puts her guard back up, hesitantly furrowing her eyebrows back at him. Pom isn’t wrong, that could totally be the case; but something inside her just wants to believe him. 

“Oh, for the love of—!” he groans to himself. “Pom, I know you don’t like me, but you know I would never hurt Mochi!” 

Pom circles around him, her tail wiggling as she sizes him up and her snout crinkling at his scent. After a solid moment, she returns to Mochi’s feet, standing in between them. “I do not know any M34TH officers acquainted with my student, but you are quite a strange human… You smell different.” 

“Different, Pom?” Mochi asks, crouching down to her. The black cat nods her head, and then scratches the back of her ear with her hind leg. 

“Yes, almost like he is not from here.” 

Lime sighs in exasperation, his shoulders weeping. “I grew up here, I know this place like the back of my hand, just like the way I know you, Mochi.” 

For some reason, his assertion picks at her, and she finds herself frustrated, standing up to face him at eye level. “And just what does someone like you know about me? I would have never tangled myself up with the likes of the M34TH!” 

“I know you struggled with school, you hated it because it was hard to balance with becoming a witch at sixteen, I know where you live because I lived across the street from you, I know you lost your powers at one point in high school due to your nasty aunt, I know you overthink things and worry too much, I know you’ll only drink coffee with a shit ton of sugar in it, just like I know a million other little things about you,” he says in one breath, panting and smirking like he’s just proved a point. 

However, it has the opposite effect. Mochi begins recoiling, hugging herself and evidently creeped out by the amount of information this man has on her. But at the same time, he continues to speak about her and to her as if they really have known each other all this time… what if, just maybe…? 

“Compose yourselves,” Pom speaks, raising a paw. “I wasn’t done talking. I did not mean you were not from this town, but rather, this world. It could be very likely you belong to another dimension, and some forces of magic have to do with it—” 

“That’s not possible,” Lime cuts in. “I have incredibly high magic resistance, the highest in the regiment. You would need to be ridiculously powerful to have an effect on me.” 

Pom then looks at Mochi, who turns her head down. “If what you say is true, then look no further. The witch right here is more than capable of sending you back to your original world. Although I find it hard to believe my student in another realm would befriend the likes of you.” 

The cat witch stands there, looking at Pom, and then the officer. It truly sounds as if Pom also believes he isn’t from here, and the way he speaks really makes it sound as if they were friends. Another thought strikes her. Didn’t he previously say ‘love’? He and this other Mochi were lovers?! Heat rushes to her face, daring to entertain the idea. In her 21 years of life, she has never fallen in love with anyone. And this man, no less an officer from the M34TH, is apparently her beloved in another realm?

“Well, no use in trying to think about it more,” Pom continues talking. “Cat witch, take out your notebook and pen, we should write down the direct coordinates where he fell into the plane of existence. You — do you remember exactly where you awoke?” 

Mochi allows a strap from her bag to fall off her shoulder, scrambling to grab her book and pen. She shuffles over to Lime, her hands moving all about to open the book to a blank page, where she suddenly grasps onto her pen a little too tight and presses the tip into the paper a little too deeply, breaking the pen and squirting ink. 

All over Lime. 

The tall officer in white abruptly jumps, looking down at himself in disarray. A brief “oh no,” releases from Mochi’s lips as she gawks at his mess of an outfit. Pom looks away and shakes her head at the scene. And that is how the odd trio ended up returning to Mochi’s home, to allow him to clean up himself. It’s fine, the witch thinks to herself as she places her bag back onto the couch, the delivery isn’t anticipated until later in the afternoon at the latest, and this gives her and Pom some time to write up a game plan. 

A very, very strange quest has unfolded right before her, and she feels a responsibility to this ‘Lime’ knowing that another Mochi once dearly loved him. If it is true that another her loved him, she trusts herself… kind of. She tilts her head, her thoughts stopping her in her tracks. Such an odd conversation she continues to ponder, imagining another universe out there with another her. And somehow, she fell in love with an officer from the M34TH. As she works through this conceptual situation in her mind, she hands a towel to Lime, asking him to leave his top outside the door while he showers. 

There’s a quick potion she has handy in a cabinet that will take the stains right out and fix his clothes right up. After she removes the stains, she notices it is noon and feels a grumble in her stomach. So she heads to the kitchen to whip up lunch. She silently goes into her zone as she chops an onion on the cutting board, not realizing that Lime has finished up and… exited the bathroom shirtless. 

He stands there, his arm reaching for the top of the doorway, his temple touching the wood as he smirks in Mochi’s direction with beads of water trailing down his body. “Hmmm,” he hums, catching her attention. 

When her pink eyes notice him, pecs and all, her face immediately blushes a crimson hue, having never eyed a man’s body so closely and intimately before. She does not say anything as he stalks towards her, his shirt dragging in one of his hands. Mochi turns back to the cutting board on the counter, reciting in her head ‘focus Mochi, focus,’ as she chops up the onion. This, she instantly regrets, as Lime comes up from behind her, placing a hand beside hers on the counter. 

“Oooh, food — smells good like always,” he says gently to her, his breath hot in her ear. She carries on with the knife, trying with everything in her body to not cut herself in a fluster. 

“I-If you don’t mind,” she finally retorts. “Could you please back away? I’m trying to prepare lunch.” 

She hears a husky chuckle release from Lime’s mouth, where he responds instantly. “How about no? How about Mochi harassment hour!” 

At which he grabs at the choker on her neck, that he knows is sensitive, and laughs wholeheartedly. However, this does not amuse Mochi, who instead feels somewhat violated by this stranger, but at the same time self-conscious regarding all the insinuations. So, she pushes him away in a huff. 

“I don’t know anything called Mochi harassment hour! I’m not your Mochi, do you understand? So please just put a shirt on, and we can eat lunch and I can gather what I need to send you back!” She exclaims in one breath, her shoulders bobbing up and down in agitation. 

In the next moment, she realizes what she has done. That isn’t like her at all. Her eyebrows immediately release in remorse, her opalescent eyes turning to the side. Quietly, she turns back around, returning to the task she has at hand. Lime, on the other hand, is equally frustrated and dejected. But, what he has to say surprises her. 

“In the event you’re unable to send me back, I swear I’ll make you fall in love with me again, Moch,” he states, his voice low and serious. 

A second passes, and she hears him silently slip out of the home and out the door. She assumes he’s going out for some air, he seems like the type to need that after a confrontation like that. After she hears the door close all the way, she drops the knife from her hand and covers her cheeks with her palms. What on earth was that? She thinks to herself, her face burning a bright red, her heart pounding at the proximity they shared. No man has ever touched her neck before, no man has ever been so close to her skin before… 

Make her fall in love with him… again?! And he sounds so confident, it’s almost disgustingly… charming. He’s so charming, and something about his presence does something to her. She cannot explain it, but she is naturally drawn to him, wanting to stick around him. And she just met him this morning. Yet, everything inside her is betraying her heritage as a witch. She’s been stuck on this question: how on earth did other Mochi fall in love with an officer from the M34TH? 

She clenches a fist in front of the stove, finally understanding how. Because it seems, even in other dimensions, they are inexplicably drawn to one another. 

In all her life, no one has ever inspired such feelings in her. And all of a sudden, her self-proclaimed lover from another world has spun her out of her wits. She now also begins to doubt herself again, what if she isn’t able to send him back? What if she isn’t as strong as she and Pom think she is, and he really is too resistant to magic? What if, in the most ridiculous possible thought to entertain, she is okay with him being stuck here? 

Minutes pass as she sets the table with dinnerware and Lime serendipitously returns into the home, sitting at the table as if he’s done it a million times before. They eat their meal in silence, until the very end, where Lime breaks the quietude by acting normal and teasing her, as if nothing happened 20 minutes ago.  After lunch, Pom and Mochi re-set out for the delivery, their party of two now a party of an unexpected three. 

They make their way through town without hazard, and as they trek closer and closer to their destination, Lime complains like a child dragging his feet. 

“It’s not that big of a deal, I’m sure there’s some spell that will reverse everything and you’ll remember me again,” he says, waving an arm up in the air. 

“That’s kind of hard to do, if you never existed in the first place,” Pom answers, to which Lime narrows his eyes indignantly. 

“I’m sure if I were to remember you, I probably would have by now,” Mochi mumbles to herself, thinking a little deeper about the situation. Truly, could she have ever forgotten someone like him if they really had met in this world? She thinks not. 

“Besides,” Mochi brightens up her voice, smiling at Lime. “The person we’re delivering to will be able to give us some good advice! They’re quite knowledgeable about the magic world.” 

An eyebrow of Lime’s raises in curiosity as they walk deeper into the streets, coming to a part of town that is eerily familiar to him. Immediately, they overhear an older woman admonishing someone, a whizzing sound through the air as her long, oaken staff comes into view while she swings it. 

“No, no, not like that you heathen!” The small, short, yet absurdly agile, old woman chastises her apprentice, who shrugs his shoulders with a care-free grin. 

The young M34TH officer’s expression immediately perks up on sight of the apprentice, rushing over to him with a smile. This startles Mochi and Pom, who stand idly by to watch the moment unfold. 

“Well what do you know, it’s Oscar!” Lime rushes over to him, ready to put an arm around him for a noogie. Just like earlier when he reached for Mochi’s hand, Oscar reflexively moves away, unsettled by a M34TH officer suddenly acting like he knows him. As Oscar moves away, his cape swishes to the side, revealing both of his arms. “Woah, you’ve still got both your arms, too!” 

“What — What the heck Mochi, who the hell is this guy?” Oscar asks nonplussed, his hands grabbing onto their opposing arms and holding them against his body. As if reliving this morning, but replacing Mochi with Oscar, the brunette steps further away from Lime, eyeing him in suspicion. 

“H-Hold up there, Oscar,” Mochi steps in, putting herself between them. “This is… Lime. Pom thinks he’s from another universe, one where he and I grew up together, and I guess, apparently you too by the way he’s talking to you.” 

For a minute, Oscar looks Lime up and down and then brings his gaze back to Mochi, his head tilting to the side in disbelief. “Are you sure?” the brunette muses, his voice slightly lower in volume as he speaks to the cat witch. 

“Oh, he’s certainly not your average, crusty, old officer! That’s guaranteed,” the elderly woman cuts in, waving her staff. “Quite a strange thing happened to you, huh?” 

She stops herself in front of Lime, her circular glasses flashing as she looks up at him from the height of his knees. Her staff stands right next to her, its golden bauble dangling from the top which Lime can see his own reflection. 

“You’re tellin’ me, lady,” Lime agrees with her, his expression blank and his lips pressed into a line. 

“You can tell, too, Madam Springs?” Mochi asks her, a little relief resounding in her tone. 

Madam Springs then turns to Mochi, looking up at her face in consternation. “You can sniff him out already? My, the power of the cat is utterly terrifying all right.” 

“Oh no, Pom was the one who noticed it! I had no clue at all,” she renounces the woman’s statement, shaking her head. 

“Ah, I see,” Madam Springs replies, growing quiet. “Well! Good luck with that.” 

And she starts waddling away. 

“W-Wait! Madam Springs, I was hoping to ask for your expertise on the matter!” Mochi moves to stand in front of her, her expressions pleading with the woman. “And besides, we have your order! Don’t you need this?” 

With that, Mochi pulls a small parcel from her bag, handing it over to Madam Springs. The short lady glances at it, takes it from her hand, and then throws it over her shoulder in Oscar’s direction. Oscar, acting as if this is nothing new, immediately rushes forward to catch the package in time. 

“Expertise? What would I know about some kid who jumped through dimensions or whatever?” Her oaken staff waves in the air again, trying to pass off the witch. 

“I mean, you have lived a long time, there’s gotta be something you know,” Oscar slips in, shrugging his shoulders. 

Her head instantaneously whips around, glaring at him. “Why you—!” 

And while the old woman swings her stick with all her might in Oscar’s direction, with Mochi attempting to deescalate the situation, Lime stands off to the side, watching. As if he’s not even present, everyone argues about him, his circumstances, and all he can feel is… loneliness. It’s as if Mochi has disappeared all over again — although she’s right in front of him — and he can’t contribute anything to help. 

His gloved hand grips at the fabric forming a fist, a squeak sounding from the material rubbing so hard. But it’s like a drop in the ocean, again, with no one to notice. Not even Mochi. He senses himself growing frustrated, because being helpless is the last thing he ever wants to feel. This world isn’t his? These people in front of him aren’t his? No one remembers or knows him? He never thought he would see the day when Lime Goldwood became… irrelevant and unknown. And that’s not to say with an arrogant air — it’s just that he’s always been… someone. 

And now he is no one. 

His green eyes flash over the cat witch again. What if he’s unable to go back? He would have to start all over again with Mochi. How could he make her love him again? Make her? No, he shakes his head in disgust of himself. Mochi isn’t someone to be won or made to do something. She comes to her own decisions, has her own preferences, is her own person — that’s the reason why he fell for her in the first place. 

While he’s thinking to himself, the rest have calmed down and begun discussing the situation at hand. Madam Springs contemplates on the problem aloud, humming to herself intently. 

“I’ll say you have your work cut out for you,” the woman says to Mochi. “He’s a tough one, a black canvas. You’ll be needing a lot of stamina to send him back.” 

“But it is doable?” the witch asks. 

“Well sure, but like I said, lots of stamina.” 

Mochi looks at Lime, and then at Pom. But Pom stares back, her expression unnerving and straight. Mochi knows exactly what that means, and it means Pom’s leaving the decision up to her. She makes the choice about sending Lime back, and that’s if she can. He’s a black canvas, she’s never tried magic on someone like that before. 

Her eyes return to Lime, who’s gazing back somberly. She doesn’t know why, but she senses a great deal of uncertainty in him; and she doesn’t blame him one bit. The idea has been hard for her to grasp — well, not so much really, since she is a witch — but more difficult to come to terms with this man being someone she loves in another timeline. If she herself had been thrown through a dimension, into a world just like the one she grew up in, only to find no one she cares for remembers her, much less the person she’s in love with, well… 

Safe to say, she breaks her own heart thinking about it. 

And she admires him for a long second, because he has the mind and strength to deal with it far more confidently than her. In the soft silence, with murmurs of passersbys and distant car noises, she nods at both Pom and Lime. It’s the right thing to send him back; it’s her duty as the cat witch to restore balance. 

They say their farewells to Oscar and Madam Springs — who wish them good luck on their endeavors to send Lime back — and tread their way back to her home. As they walk back, Pom advises Mochi to rest for the night, so that tomorrow morning her strength will be optimal to cast the spell. Approaching the house, dusk has already begun to scatter across the sky in hues of lilacs and roses from the setting sun. It has been a long day, indeed. 

Mochi’s heart feels worn out, as she watches Pom head inside. Lime lingers behind her, he’s been eerily quiet the entire route home, and she’s not too sure if it’s because he’s hungry or what. Perhaps she should start dinner soon—

“Moch,” he starts earnestly, breaking into her thoughts. “Will you be okay tomorrow? I don’t… I don’t want you to send me back, if you’re at risk for being hurt.” 

His concern startles her, and then she eases into it quickly, as she done with all the feelings he’s flung at her today, as if they’ve been doing it for years. Of course he’s worried about the person he most fervently loves. 

And that’s her. 

But not her at the same time. She has to remind herself. 

Gently, she shakes her head, her hair bouncing in the movement and a small smile of reassurance across her lips. “I wouldn’t have agreed if I couldn’t do it, besides you—” she stops herself for a moment, unsure if she should finish. She’s not trying to hurt feelings, whether or not they’re his or hers; at this point she doesn’t know whose she's hurting. “You don’t belong here, Lime. This isn’t the world you were born in, this isn’t your world.” 

“Any world with you in it is my world,” he replies, steadfast and sincere. 

She feels a hiccup in her heart, a flutter in her chest, an unspeakable response to the waxing poetic he spouts at her like it’s nothing. She’s left speechless as the sun finally rolls down, leaving them in the glimmer of the streetlamp overhead. A faint gust brushes by their ankles, her face beating red, his green eyes unwavering. 

“No matter the time, dimension, world, or realm—”

He steps closer, the streetlight shining over his face. There’s something in the air, some kind of chill, making the hair on the back of her neck stand. And it’s like there’s a hand over her heart, gripping it intensely, deftly, as he confesses to her how much he loves her. 

“I’ve always been yours, Moch.” 

Goosebumps fleck across her body. Her heart beats rapidly and her cheeks burn. Summer’s supposed to end this month, the heat’s to blame. It’s confusing her, how it’s cold in the morning and hot in the afternoons. It’s not… him. It’s not. To do right by her role, to do right by her birth, she must send him back. 

“I have to do it,” she breathes out, her eyes growing red. 

His gaze softens on her, stepping closer and bending down. His fingers gingerly and tenderly tilt her chin up at him, and he does exactly what she has feared the most to experience. 

They kiss. 

It’s affectionate, delicate, and bittersweet. It's warm and impossible to take in. It's rough but kind. It's slow, but not slow enough. It’s everything she’s wished for and wanted, yet not at the same time. He slowly pulls away, giving her a loving and emotional smile. 

“I know,” is all he says in a low cadence. He walks inside the home, leaving her at the front of the house. Night has fully fallen by now, and she is alone with the stars and space. He’s shaken her resolve, he’s shaken her whole world. Her eyes flicker up to the sky, asking the universe for an answer she knows she won’t receive. 

Tonight is a full moon. The perfect night for a witch to rest. 

Somehow, Mochi is able to lull herself to sleep that evening. Perhaps it is the heavy weight of responsibility on her shoulders, or the slim chance she messes up the spell; but she knows how paramount it is for her to receive her rest. It is a still night. 

When dawn breaks, she awakes with a serious expression, looking out her window at the pale orange sky and seeing the sun in the horizon. It is time. She leaves her bed and readies herself for the day, meeting Pom and Lime at the bottom of the stairs. He’s quiet, Pom’s quiet. They head down to the basement to prepare for the spell. Since it’s a type of transportive spell, she needs to draw a circle with Lime standing in the middle. She uses her white chalk sparingly, the scratch noises screeching as she etches into the ground. 

After writing the last sigil, she wipes her nose with the back of her hand and stands back to read her work. She has to make sure all the proper markings are there. Afterwards, she takes a deep breath. Mochi turns to Lime. 

“It’s ready, can you stand in the middle?” she asks him, almost hesitantly. 

He nods his head and struts over to the middle of the circle. She initiates muttering the incantations, and suddenly gales begin to rise and twist around them; the sigils on the ground start to glow and shine brighter as she continues speaking. Mochi can feel the magic begin to drain from her body — it’s not something so simple as time travel — time travel is against the witches’ laws. This spell is about sending someone to another dimension. Something almost unfathomable to Mochi. This is an entirely too powerful spell to cast. 

But she has to. For both of their sakes. 

Lime can see the distress surfacing in her face; his brows knit in worry and his lips are pressed into a line in heartache. He clenches his fist, he holds down his tongue until he can’t anymore. 

“Mochi, please, remember, you don’t have to do this if it hurts you,” he entreats her, a pained smile across his mouth. He’s trying to reassure her, it simply doesn’t matter to him. They could be apart in universes, galaxies, dimensions — but he would always find her. Even if she didn’t remember him. And Mochi realizes this. And his words cut like a knife on her heart, because more than anything, she’s come to terms with their undeniable connection. 

She almost takes everything back in that very instant; but in a swift second she knows. She knows it’s time. He’s not her Lime, and she’s not his Mochi. She smiles to herself with her eyelids welling up, the winds and forces sweeping up around her and Lime — almost becoming a violent tornado with the two of them at the center — his green iridescent eyes staring back into her fiery pink gaze. That’s a lie. No matter where, no matter when, just as he said last night, he’d always be hers and she would always be his. 

For once, she’s jealous of herself. 

“Goodbye, Lime.” 

It all fades to black. 

…

…

…

The bell rings. Her long, brown hair bounces as her body turns around from behind the counter. She smiles as she sees him standing in the doorframe, an all too commonplace smirk spread across his mouth. 

“Come on, Moch,” he tilts his head with a husky plea. “It’s almost dinnertime and I’m starving.” 

“All right, all right, let me grab my things,” she answers, quickly grabbing her bag and Pom following at her heels. As she heads to meet him at the door, she turns around, looking about the store. A moment passes, she breathes out. 

“What’s up?” Lime asks, an eyebrow raising in curiosity. 

She turns back to him, her cheeks tint rose-colored. “Nothing,” she starts, heading out the door and naturally taking the tall officer’s hand into hers. “There’s nothing wrong at all.” 

Everything is just right, as it should be. 

[fragiledate]

☎️ call me when you lost 📞

[lewisvinga]

my real reaction | charles leclerc x fem! sturniolo! reader !

summary; when the sister of the famous sturnilo quadruplets gets exposed for dating the golden boy of the grid sends the internet into chaos

fc; lani pliopa

warnings; age gap ( 6 yrs ), hate comments

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1 @minkyungseokie @goldenmclaren @ollieshifts @lavisenri @graciewrote

note; requested !

masterlist !

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yourusername; my real reaction to being stalked and having my relationship exposed

charles_leclerc: ahhh chérie you’re too funny 😂

yourusername: some may say i am the funniest quadruplet tysm my love 😁🥰

nicolassturniolo: HOLD YOUR HORSES MISSY yourusername

username: i love her sm

username: she’s so😭😭

christophersturniolo: y/n come home NEOWWWWWWW🤬

yourusername: no i’m warm in bed w my boyf in monaco 😇😇

matthew.sturniolo: SO THATS WHY U KEPT GOING TO MONACO??? 😟😟

nicolassturniolo: group meeting NOW. aSAP

username: did THEY NOT KNOW???

yourusername: if they did , you all would’ve found out within 1 hr of me telling them 🥸🥸

username: LMAOO

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username: tbh she doesn’t seem like a good fit for charles, all of his gf’s have been models and she’s just an influencer😭

username: i thought the same thinggg, all she does is eat in her car and say stupid shit w her brothers 💀💀

username: she’s so unserious wtf

username: she’s so unprofessional why tf is charles dating someone like her

username: i know! i assumed he’d be w someone private and a model! not someone like y/n😭😭

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charles_leclerc: my one and only love. the only woman who truly makes me happy and frankly, if you all were truly my fans then you’d be happy that i found the best woman in this universe. she never fails to leave me in tears from laughter. she never fails to make my heart flutter from a simple kiss on the cheek. she’s my whole world. je t'aime, chérie❤️❤️

tagged; yourusername

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yourusername: i love uuuuuuu soooooooo much☹️💓💓💓💓 ur the best man itw , i couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend !!!!

charles_leclerc: i love u alwayssss❤️

nicolassturniolo: best man….. u shared a womb w 3 i’d say we’re wayyyyt cooler

yourusername: charles_leclerc don’t mind nick, he’s just annoyed i didn’t tell them earlier abt u

matthew.sturniolo: yes i am annoyed too u fake bitch yourusername

christophersturniolo: WE’RE ALL ANNOYED😒😒😒

username: I LOVE THE STURNIOLO QUADRUPLETS DYNAMIC😭😭😭

yourusername: my real reaction when cha posted this : 🥺🥹😭 liked by charles_leclerc !

yourbestfriend: can confirm i was there she cries

username: get u a man who will defend u like charles liked by charles_leclerc and yourusername !

username: she’s scute everyone is just bitter 😕

username: y’all don’t get her like i do💯💯💯

username: besides, y/n is an ADULT, she’s probably more mature than her brothers who cares if she’s 6 yrs younger !!!!

yourusername: so true tysm bestie i am more mature than my brothers 😁😁

matthew.sturniolo: oh you bitch😒

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username: y/n has always been HER💆‍♀️💆‍♀️

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[grandlinedreams]

hiiiii i love ur writing sm it’s so good

could you maybe write a scenario where reader used to be in the marines and one day law finds out and how he could react to it

maybe angst to comfort

thank uuuuuuu

Hiya!! Sorry it took me a bit to get to your request, but i absolutely can! I hope this is to your liking!

[Heads up!: some angst, hurt/comfort]

You've done well to hide your past. Made every effort possible to erase it, even going so much as to relocate to an entirely different sea. There's no way anyone from then will find you now ㅡ or so you think. You hope.

"[Name]." Law's voice makes you turn, finding him watching you with an unreadable look on his face. "Come here." You blink. Have you done something wrong? Trotting back towards him, Law waits for you to stop before he gestures. "Mind explaining this?"

You follow his finger, taking in the paper stuck to the wall with the abrupt drop of your stomach, a cold chill sliding down your spine. The paper is old, older than the ones plastered nearby, but still intact enough to see who it is, as well as the bounty attached.

It's you.

"I thought you said you didn't have a bounty before joining us." Law's tone is carefully neutral, and he watches you carefully. You reach for the poster, tearing it free and staring at the yellowed paper. "I don't appreciate being lied to."

You should have known that things would come back to bite you, that you'd never truly be able to move past that chapter of your life. "...I wasn't a pirate. That part is true." Your fingers tremble, paper crinkling as you continue to stare at anything but Law, aware of his own gaze on you. "...almost all of my family are marines. It was never really a question of if I would follow their footsteps, but when."

Your tone is soft, but given that you're both standing in broad daylight where nosier people can spy on you, Law is quick to grab your arm and yank you between two buildings. He'd drag you back to the Polar Tang, but he isn't about to let you come back with him until he's certain he can trust you.

"So you were a marine." You flinch, and Law still finds it in himself to feel a little guilty.

"I was. For two years. I couldn't take it anymore. The corruption, the double-standards, the cruelty...so I left." You hold up the paper. "This is because I technically defected. They thought if they put a bounty on me, someone would turn me in."

"They," Law repeats. "Your family?" You nod. "Are they still looking for you?"

"I doubt it," you answer. "They probably think I'm dead. But if you're worried that I'll turn you guys in to save my own skin, I would never." You look away, staring at the ground. "I understand if this is where we part ways, though. I lied to you."

It's true, you did ㅡ and Law loathes being kept in the dark about important matters, and your connection to marine forces is one of them. But he can't just let you go that easily. You've endeared yourself to the crew, and they'll ask questions if you don't come back with him.

"I'll let it slide this time," he tells you, watches as you look up at him with wide eyes. "But let me make myself clear. If you do anything to put my crew in danger, I'll make sure you won't live long enough to regret it."

You stare back at him. "I would never," you tell him, and you mean it. You'd escaped to make yourself a new life, with hopes for a better family than the one you'd had ㅡ and now that you've found it, you won't let go without a fight.

[lefthandedhotch]

screams and cries over HIMMMMMMMM🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

babyyyyyyy🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💞💞💞💞💞💞💞 im in love with him so BAD!!!!

(also hello linny-winny🥺🥰💞 i luv uuuuuuu🥰💞💞)

screams about you and aaron being so silly!!!! while setting up a nursery <3 aaron being just as silly and sweet as he was when haley was pregnant with jack :')) the team are helping you two move into your new little home since the apartment was too tiny for a new baby addition and they are FLOORED everytime hotch cracks a joke or when he snorts (!!!) at a silly name suggestion you give him🤭🤭🤭 they have a hard time even getting him to smile more than a :| so hearing him full out Laugh is a treat that they're all loving so much🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺 because he deserves it🥰 this sweet sweet happiness that is rubbing your baby bump and kissing your head as jack whispers so many silly things to his baby sister🥰🥰🥰🥰 the next night is your first official night in your new home with your husband and your little boy and your baby on the way, you just cant help but get emotional🥺🥺🥺🥺 you're getting snuggly in bed waiting for aaron with a tiny jack bug already asleep in your new big bed and you cant help but start to weep🥺🥺🥺🥺 aaron comes in and Immediately worries over you (definitely Not helping how much you love him😭😭) but he relaxes when you tell him that you're crying happy tears :')))) after you and jack have fallen asleep, aaron falls asleep too and is also feeling some happy tears coming up because he never thought he'd get a second chance to happiness like this again🥺🥺 but he did!!!!!

SOBSSSSSSSS HIS PRETTY SWEET FACE 🥺🥰🥰🥰😩😩😩😩😩🥹🥹🥹🥹💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕 i wanna kiss him all day i love him so bad :((((((

(and hiiiiiiiiiii jess-jess 🤭🥹💕💗🥰 i luv uuuuuuuuuuuuu sm 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕💕💕💕)

you woke aaron up Early early (like even earlier than he normally gets up) because lil baby girl was kicking and you just couldn’t sleep any longer, but aaron doesn’t mind because it means that he gets some extra snuggle time in bed with you before jackers comes skipping into the room and you guys have to start getting ready to go to the new house and get baby girl’s room ready 🥰🥰🥰🥰💕 you Adore how much aaron fussed over you while you guys work on the nursery, and that even as he’s working sooooo so hard with the team to get everything ready, he’s still smiling with you and laughing at your silly jokes and name suggestions (especially when you Swear that you’re gonna name the baby derek because she kicked against your hand when you suggested it 🤭🤭🤭💗) and the team is just so 😧 the whole day seeing their grumpy gills boss be so easygoing and Happy the whole day 🥺🥺🥺 they even get to see that when he and jack grin next to each other they’re Identical!!!! which is something you have always told them but they’ve never believed because they’ve never seen it!!!!!!🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭

your first night in the house, you’re all snuggled in bed with jack snoozing all curled up next to you after having fallen asleep while telling his baby sis a story, and you can’t believe that this is all really happening :( you’re in the sweetest little family home with your aaron and your kids and it’s everything you’ve ever wanted :( so you can’t help but cry!!!!!!! hehehehe of course the pregnancy hormones Definitely don’t help with that 🤭 aaron hears you sniffling from the bathroom and he hustles to finish brushing his teeth before he rushes out to help you and he immediately wipes your tears and murmurs “what’s wrong, honey?” which just makes you even more weepy because your darling darling aaron is so sweet 🥺 and he loves you so much 🥺 and you could tell him Anything was wrong and he would do anything in the world to make it right for you 🥺🥺🥺🥺 and when you finally drift off after sniffling to aaron about how happy you are and how you can’t wait for your little girl to get there and join the Big Big family you and aaron have created together, aaron kisses your forehead with a sweet lil smile and just lets himself get all misty thinking about everything that’s led him to this moment, to this amazing wonderful night with his little family in your big new bed in your sweet lil house for the first time waiting for your baby girl and how he never ever thought he could be This happy and feel this much love in his whole life 🥺 and when he wakes up the next morning to find you sitting up in bed with a groggy jackers pressing his ear to your belly as you laugh that his lil sis can’t talk yet! but he’s sure she’s telling him about her dreams 🥰 and aaron’s heart just absolutely Skips a beat because he knows that all his mornings will look like this from now on and he can’t wait 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💗💗💗💗💗💗💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺🥺

[spiralescalators]

I’m gonna liveblog this episode of moms friends son idgaf

- choisseung if u don’t start using ur words I’m gonna kill you, this shoe thing is fine but whatever

- oh my godddd the fucking ex neither of u get to pull her arm like that

- lmao the mom asking to not make a scene. look inward actually

- if she doesn’t want him coming home girl he can’t come home! What if he did something really bad!!!

- I hate this. she clearly hates him and the mom and the brother don’t gaf

- omg Moeum u are a star u are the moment go fucking kill that guy

- ok thank u beat his ass “I told u, u can’t go to jail” lmaoooo

- “who am I to do that?” “”You’re the son of seokryos moms friend” roll credits

- moeum ilyyyyyyyy the fucking time capsule ur so right “even I can’t rescue u” she’s right she correct she’s my wife

- they’re so cute the three of them they just need to get their act together

- this mom has to stop with the getting back together of it all that’s crazy

- white clothes for cooking class? This is just like white shirt sauce gate last week

- I am not immune to comrades a love story bike riding

- if he loves her sm he’s gonna kill himself, why can’t he just be a man and apologize for his bad behaviour. It’s pissing me off

- yes girl kick that bike

- there’s no romance if things heat up too quickly, well but have they considered my feelings??

- moeum dream girl 💗💗💗 yes paramedicine. journalist guy maybe move ur child so she doesn’t have to see if this guy potentially dies

- I have no patience for this guy will they just tell me what he did

- reporter guy ok that was kinda smooth with the medicines

- later?? Later????? LATER???

- wtf is this walking behind situation. Aren’t u guys friends

- the last 4 episodes of this drama are all going to be about choisseung’s parents argh I hate the trauma reveal situation

- I love tae hui she deserves better than this clown

- lmao looove this double date drama, this is what u get for refusing her rainbow skewer last week

- this is so messyyyyy

- girl that’s so obviously a surprise party

- yeah exactly

- choi seung hyo u have a chance to end this garbage rn

- once again idgaf about the mom affair plot line. I know they love each other they need to just figure their shit out

- omg yes run boy run

- ok fine now we’re talking i like uuuuuuu

[votaeto]

THEY LOOK SO ADORABLE IM SOBBING POUTING ACE MAKES ME LOSE IT— that’s him asking for naughty time

UUUUUUU SOBBING CRYING AND EVERYTHING PLEASE LOOK AT THESE COMMISIONS I GET FOR ACEAYA 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

I LOVE THEM SM ❤️❤️❤️ AHHHHH

THESE MADE MY WHOLE WEEK 😭❤️

by B3CEE5_, solaulait and omegamilkie on twt!

[iam1withthepeggy]

*takes deep breath* okay so

i love them ALL SM

the ones that have a spot in my “TLT favs” playlist on spotify are:

Strong- it’s so powerful and it’s so pretty and i love it :) (and i love sally sooo)

Another Terrible Day- mr d is literally fantastic. i love him sm and this song is a great way to introduce percy to camp

Put you In your Place- i love clarisse she’s fantastic so obviously i need to have this in there lol, it’s also such a vibe :)

Good kid- holy shit this might be my second favorite lol, percy’s so angry at the world and it’s so fantastic lol, it’s also so sad but i love him for it

Killer Quest- idk there’s nothing super special about this one, it’s just really fun lol

My Grand Plan- RELATABLE. HONESTLY ANNABETH WHAT. this could possibly be my favorite in the whole show but it’s so tough

Tree on the Hill- THALIA WE LOVE UUUUUUU, GROVER UR NOT A FAILURE AND AHHHHH it’s so pretty :)

DOA- such a vibe honestly. so hype and upbeat and so fun

Last day of summer- LUKEEEEEEE NOOOOO

Bring on the Monsters- so fun and upbeat and i love it also it’s the last one soooo

i love all the other ones too just these hit different idk

i really like the bonus tracks too (specifically Try, In the Same Boat, and Pick a Side) they’re super good and idk why they were taken out

Try- SO FUCKING PRETTY. HOLY SHIT.

in the same boat- it’s like drive but longer and more stuff “i got it! the map was upside down” fantastic

pick a side- again is clarisses song. fantastic. it’s so fun lol

Hi what's you favorite song from the tlt musical?

long or short answer?

[lilu-the-almighty]

i appreciate you and i love your art. send ask. also please show me your drawings more i only ever see them in the server :pleading_face:

🥺🥺🥺🥺thank you homie

i literally always forget to post them here lol

[invui]

hello!! i saw that you do akuneko fanfic/headcannons nd i love them sm UUUUUUU- may i humbly, request a (usually introverted) aruji-sama who loves to sleep on their butler's shoulder?

(Characters: Berrien, Fennesz, Haures!)

thank you in advance and otshuu!! ♡(*´∀｀*)

-yamino anon!!

when master loves to sleep on their shoulder

im not even joking when i say that i had fun writing this, it was very wholesome and yay! new anon!

BERRIEN CLIANE

he was startled at first, even flinched the moment your head fell unto his shoulder the first time you did it

everytime you fell asleep, berrien always has to hold back the temptation to keep you inside his pockets and let you stay there forever because he thinks you look adorable sleeping on his shoulder like that

berrien wouldn’t hesitate to put his head on yours but he will have to hold that action back when the others are near the both of you

he can’t help but to keep looking at you with soft eyes and a smile, it was probably the first in a long time since he genuinely smiled

this man was probably too entranced with you sleeping that he even subconsciously sang a lullaby to lull you even deeper in your slumber

berrien is just so whipped for you when you two are alone

even if it’s just one sided, he might as well love you with the burden of sorrow on his shoulders

FENNESZ OSWALD

this man wouldn’t mind it in the slightest even if it was the first time you did it

well, of course he was a little surprised but he quickly calmed down and chuckled lightly, he’ll definitely tell you that you should sleep somewhere more comfortable that isn’t on his shoulder

every time you would sleep on him, he would move your head on his lap if he is ever doing something like organizing paperwork or books

there were even times where he went in and carried your sleeping form to your bedroom on the second floor. He can do it surely, have you seen him carry his weapon? He’s pretty well built so carrying you around should be no problem at all

he would read you a chapter from a book that he managed to finish a few days ago to make sure your slumber was worthwhile

once he closes the book, he will slowly turn to look at you if you were still asleep and might even put his head on yours to join in on the sleeping

it’s much more fun when you have other people doing the same thing as you, right?

HAURES CLIFFORD

haures would be flustered as hell every time you slept on his shoulder

this man would just sit there stiff as a board not knowing what to do. The only thing he definitely knows what to do is not to wake you up, so staying still should do it.

with you sleeping on his shoulder so peacefully while Haures blushing so hard, he might as well explode

it might honestly take a while for him to get used to this but he’s getting there. This is what he calls “special training”, everything should end well, right?

for this “special training” , Haures would try his best to comfort you every time you slept on his shoulder. He would hesitantly hold your hand, pat your head gently, even try to sing a lullaby for you.

there were even times where the other second floor butlers saw him concentrate so hard, they even giggled at him. Maybe this “special training” just ended up being a source of blackmail towards Haures

in the end, this man will end up sleeping himself because he over exhausted himself into overcoming this flusteredness. Well, it sure worked well in the end, no?

[run2u]

17!!!!!!!!!!!!

LOVEU this is about to be an essay

favorite member/bias line: jeonghan and hao top 2💕 sophie line also has coups and on my weak days vernon

which member i'd fight: all of them except i won't fight seungkwan verbally because i'd probably start crying also hoshi+woozi+coups and wonwoo occasionally im staying away from for a physical fight but i'd destroy them verbally

favorite song(s): all of them😭 the ones i listen to the most: gam3 bo1, my i, ready to love, chocolate, crush, adore u vocal team, check in, don't listen in secret, habit, all of al1 actually, trauma, unhaengilchi, chuck, hitorijanai, run to you jpn ver, moonwalker, etcccc

favorite thing about the group: they r LITERALLY a 13 member family like coups RAISED tjem in that stupid green room they r all sooooo supportive of each other and arent afraid to show it omg and during this whole junhao veing in china thing they rly posted almost DAILY on wv being like i misssss uuuuuuu u Know they r texting them every single day its so cute 😭😭 they r also so so dedicated coups workwd his ass off and went thru so much shit for them to debut and every one of them contributes so much to the group u can always tell when even just one member is missing</3 also they have been consistently putting out good mysic for SIX YEARS thank U Woozi And Bumzu they r so humble also despite being one of the biggest bgs rn?????? also the dynamics :(( hoshiwoozi coupsdino verkwan etc u can tell they all care sm about each other:(((( also they're all allrounders idk what people say they Are finally ofc funniest men alive they make everything a good time they make boring shows not boring they make funny shows even better variety shows r rly their element

something i'd like to see from them: idk they've already done so much all i have to say is i'm excited for the full album i feel like its still gonna be in the rock-y vibe since ready to love was definitely another turning point in their sound and they've only done 2 cbs with it so they can't switch it That quickly right it hasnt even been a year oh something i would like to see is 1. grouptherapy!gose basically like insomnia zero but. Not evil 2. gose where they go to the zoo and hoshi finally meets a fucking tiger and 3. switching it up something id Never like to see ever again is them talking about stocks ever

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I love uuuuuuu ur a BABY i love u sm i think i followed u bc u commented on one of my posts and i was like "ooh friend!!" and now we are friends!!!! Wkdjsksj i like ur posts bc i dont really have to think when i look at them im just like "oh pretty..." Wksjej i love u king 💘💘💘

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im lov u sm u kno this n u kno i love both ur blog sm wow u do them both so justice n i would die for both of them thanks !! im lov uuuuuuu thank u sm for this aa !!

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5, 14, 22 :)

thank u sm wow ! 

5. do you prefer interacting with male muses or female more? why?

not to sound all fake deep but both. i feel like it’s a misconception that ppl that primarily play female muses only prefer interacting w male muses and while i know for some that’s true (and hey u do u) it’s definitely not for me ! i swear ALL of the female chars i’ve interacted with are… phenomenal ! and THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING BETTER TO ME THAN SUPPORTIVE FEMALE FRIENDSHIP PLOTS especially in group verses they make my heart go UWU all the way ! and wlw ships ? sign me the heck up ! female characters are so incredible. i literally wish i could actually articulate the love i have for female muses and the respect i have for people that prefer playing them over males. i see u, i love u, and fuck everybody else, i respect UUUUUUU. not 2 bash on male chars, though, i love them too but they always get showered in love so i’m not about to gush about them but just knwo… i love me a man

14. do you think rp has had a positive or negative affect on your life or you as a person?

oh a positive for sure ! i’ve been rping for … a very long time and not to gush but being able to write and have an outlet… i’ve genuinely met so many fucking amazing people through this. i’ve met friends that i’ve had for years (literally some since like 2014 bitch) that are literally my BEST friends in the whole world and even ones that i’ve lost touch with will always always hold a special place in my heart. like i’ve met people that have changed me and made me better and that i’ve shared so much of my life with and that they’ve shared with me and i genuinely cannot imagine my life any other way or without those people in it so yeah definitely positive uwu 

22. what would make you block someone?

if ur a porn bot, ur catching that block ! and i’ve blocked some smut blogs that have come at me a little aggressively too

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HI HI HELLO i need u to know i have been sick in bed all day and spent my time reading the entirety of ur dreamstuck fic... oh man homestuck au makes my brain so brrrrrr i LOVE how in depth u went with it all rather than just. skipping to the Interesting Parts like most homestuck au rewrites do. makes it feel like im rereading hs for the first time and its so fun :]

SOME NOTES (this might get long bc i am sleepy delirious but i LOVED reading this sm):

-LOVE LOVE LOVE that u include art in certain places... REALLY adds 2 the homwstuck vibe + i think u captured the art style really well hehehe

-HALF TROLL RANBOO !!!!!!@ i fucking Called It btw when i notcied he did the double punctuation i was like. ohohohoho boys got a typing quirk hehehehe >:]

-JACK NIKI MOIRAILS..... oh their dynamic was so good.... niki going "<>!!! say it back." i love her

- can i get through one of these without saying the word love. probably not.

-troll karl you are everything to me

-speaking of which i cannot BELIEVE you did the whole quadrant explanation. losing my SHIT over that its so funny hHFHDJS

-i wanna know more about The Incident SO BAD

ok i am caught up now :) ur fics r so good my dude i cannot wait to read more of them

THANK UUUUUUU!!! i’m trying 2 make more art for this fic and i will have a panel for eret’s intro soon. AND I WAS SO EXCITED 2 WRITE HALF TROLL RANBOO he’s my little guy. my skrunkly boy <3

OH i cant wait to properly introduce the fiancés they r drive me insane i’m putting them in a microwave AS WE SPEAK. and more about The Incident will be explained Soon :3 i’m v excited to post the chapters talking about it. i hope u feel better soon i h8 being sick it is the WORST!!!