#a bit of a cutie but those are always the most dangerous

[memphistenacious]

I just wanted to get home and some fucking bozo just bumped me on the foot and then started walking away?? hello???

[whore-era]

glue

☁︎ mean!ellie williams x fem!reader ☁︎ themes: grumpy x sunshine trope, reader chasing after ellie ☁︎ summary: in which jackson's sweetest girl crushes on the town's grumpy asshole. ☁︎ a/n: loosely inspired by the cartoon 'puca puca' lmao, hope yall luv this one ♡ ☁︎ word count: 6,883

spring was coming in swiftly, and you couldn’t be more excited. the snow was beginning to melt, and the town was experiencing small spouts of rain, kickstarting the bloom of some of the most beautiful flowers in the surrounding forest. 

it finally gave you a reason to take out your spring-wear and put your thick and heavy winter coats away in the back of your closet. fashion and clothing was a hobby you found yourself engrossed in, taking the time to carefully curate bright outfits and sew together your own unique pieces, utilizing whatever scraps of fabric you could get your hands on. it certainly took your mind off the reality of what went on behind these walls, a responsibility you could never imagine partaking in. everyone in town held those who went on patrol on high pedestals, thanking them for their brave service of facing those monstrosities and protecting us every day. 

thankfully, maria assigned you the responsibility of the town’s animal caretaker. tenderly providing the animals with food, care, and love. it was a job you absolutely dreamed of, always having a deep fondness for animals, even since you were a small child. 

“oh, jeez, minnie, i think you’re about ready to almost pop,” you mutter, feeding straws of hay to minnie, the beautiful, big, brown cow. she was one of two cows you had on the farm and was currently pregnant, ready to give birth to a cute, little calf. 

minnie doesn’t say anything, and chews on the grain instead. but you like to think that minnie understands your shared conversations, and often expresses her opinions in little ‘moos’. it was either that, or you were actually going insane.

“i think we’ll name your baby….buttercup,” you suggest, rubbing minnie’s ears, “doesn’t that sound lovely, minnie?” and she lets out a little snort, inciting a small smile from you.

checking your wristwatch, your eyes widen. “oops, almost time for patrol. i’ll be back later, sweet lady,” you say as you give minnie’s nose a gentle rub. getting up on your feet, you go to the sink and wash your hands, drying them and using another rag to wipe off any dirt or debris from your light blue overalls. 

this was your usual routine. waking up bright and early, heading to the barn to feed the animals, and making sure they have enough water and are groomed. then, you head over to the stables and help the other stableboys get the horses ready for patrol. yeah, the horses were absolute cuties, but a huge part of the reason you volunteered to go to the stables was so you could see ellie williams before patrol. 

ellie williams was a dream. a dream you’ve been wishing for since you were 13 years old. you were enamored with how fearless she was. she was famous in town for her journey with joel, and what the duo survived out in the open world — causing everyone to heavily praise the two, and think of them in high regard. but you could see there was more to her than meets the eye. yeah, sure, she was a little rough around the edges, but who wasn’t after seeing what she experienced? ellie was usually quiet, and reserved, mostly keeping to herself and her close friends and family. 

the younger folks in jackson think ellie was an ass and a big ole’ grouch. always having a grimace gracing her face or a ‘resting bitch face’ that’d intimidate even the most dangerous of bloaters. but those accusations never startled you.

over the years you’ve tried to get closer to ellie, going out of your way to give her gifts and cooking foods you know she likes. it was your way of helping ellie feel better and relax after a stressful day of patrol, and it was the least you could do. sometimes ellie would get a teensy bit annoyed with you, and would occasionally tell you to tone it down, but you just blamed it on her exhaustion due to patrol.

as you brushed shimmer’s mane, you picked up some baby’s breath that bloomed in your mother's garden and began to tuck it into the creases of the braid you were creating.

“do you feel beautiful, shim?” you ask her, “‘cause you look beautiful.” you giggle, rubbing her nose.

putting down the small pail you used to hold the flowers in, your eyes shift to the exit, raking them over the brunette a few feet away from you. your heart flips in your chest, and you let out a small sigh, fawning over her — ellie williams. 

everything moved in a slow, fluid motion as she turned and headed in your direction. it was like a spotlight was shining right at her, following her every movement. you could only imagine how it’d be to have the privilege of being ellie’s girlfriend, to hold her hand, to kiss her goodbye, to nuzzle into her body during those cold winters. it was a fantasy only your diary had the pleasure of holding. 

there was only one girl in this entire town who held the reputation of being ellie’s girlfriend, well, ex-girlfriend. it was dina woodward. they dated for a brief six months, before splitting up and continuing a civil friendship. you weren’t sure what the real reason was for their breakup, but rumors say they ended things because ellie was a terrible partner, never doing anything ‘romantic’ for her or showing any real affection towards her. others say they only got together because they were fooling around when they were out during patrol, and when word of it got out, they thought they’d might as well be together to save face.

but rumors were just rumors and you were never the type of person to believe such things unless they came from the actual source.

your body reacted before your mind could, and before you knew it, you were jogging over towards ellie, throwing your arms around her neck, “good morning, ellie!!”

ellie rolled her eyes, annoyed by the sudden physical contact and loud voice booming so early in the morning. she took hold of your hips, attempting to pry you off her, “alright, alright, that’s enough.”

pulling away and facing her, you smile sheepishly, “sorry, sorry— forgot you hated it when i got a little loud, especially before patrol.”

she huffed, crossing her arms in frustration. ellie knew you as the girl who had this puppy-sick crush on her the moment she arrived at jackson. as young tweens, you chased her around the school grounds, craving any bit of her attention and bothering her whenever the moment arose, like taking every open opportunity to be her partner during class or science experiments. you were the gum on the bottom of her boot, stuck and stubborn, never budging. 

but as the years progressed, she’s learned to tolerate you, thinking you’d eventually get tired of her somehow. giving up after the unreciprocated feelings and chasing after another unlucky fool.

“what happened to shimmer’s mane?” ellie questioned, poking at the flowers adorning the horse’s hair. 

“i braided some flowers in it,” you smile proudly, “she’s cute, huh?”

she nodded mindlessly, and leaned into shimmer’s ear, “i’ll take those off when we get outta here.” 

you made sure to grab the paper bag and held it out to ellie, “i made you lunch again. i left a little note in there, so make sure you read it, m’kay?” you smiled, nodding towards the bagged lunch. 

ellie apprehensively took the bag from your hands, and gave you a curt nod, “yea,” she murmured, “thanks.”

shoving the bag in her backpack, she took ahold of shimmer’s leads, guiding her out of the stables. but you gently touched her arm, “um, ellie.”

she turns slightly, “hm?”

“be safe out there, okay? i’ll be here, waiting for you,” you bite your lip, “and if something happens to you, i’ll— uh— come lookin’ for ya! and i’ll beat those uglies up!”

you smile widely, feeling a bit embarrassed by your word choice, but she got your message. with an awkward smile, she mutters “thanks.”

before she turns again, you move quickly and wrap your arms around her again, giving her a tight squeeze before pecking her on the cheek. a warm, rush of crimson fanned across her cheeks, turning her a bright, cherry red. 

“okay, okay! that’s enough,” ellie groans.

“sorry, sorry,” you pull off and quickly smooth out her clothes, but she just turns away and walks off with shimmer at full tilt. 

as ellie approaches beside jesse, he does a double-take and gawks at her, his curious eyes scanning the face of the girl next to him.

“wow, dude, you look like a tomato-” ellie cut him off.

“shut the fuck up, jess. just shut up.”

as much as you aggravated ellie, she’d be a liar if she didn’t admit to herself that you made her feel something. something she desperately wanted to despise. 

and if there was one thing that was true about her, it was that ellie williams was no liar. 

- 

after arriving at one of the checkpoints along the route, jesse and ellie tied their horses and settled at the abandoned fire lookout tower, taking a much-needed break.

ellie picked off the white florets from shimmer’s hair, letting the small flowers fall to the ground. 

“god, she put so many in here,” ellie muttered, irritated by how many little flowers tangled in the horse’s mane. jesse peered over at her, amusedly watching her peel off the petals and toss them over her shoulder. 

“she ‘do that?” jesse questioned, referring to you as he rummaged through the saddle bag of his horse.

ellie sighed, “yea.” 

“she did a pretty good job,” jesse smiled, “she’s nice for doin’ that.”

she huffed, rolling her eyes for the hundredth time today, “whatever,” she mutters, “shimmer is a brave and strong woman. this shit just makes her look— like a joke.”

the raven-haired boy shook his head in disagreement, “i just think you try to make yourself hate whatever she does.” 

ellie stopped to glare at him, “not true.” 

she didn’t care what you did. she just didn’t want you to involve your perky, bubbly nonsense in her business. ellie thought of you as the complete opposite of her, and being opposites, she couldn’t manage to be around you. you were sunshine, rainbows, puppies, bubbles, and an optimist. ellie was the moon, darkness, crows, horror movies, and a pessimist. two different things. two things that didn’t mix. 

“lies. you try to find every little thing wrong with her, but you can’t admit the truth. she’s the sweetest.” ellie tried her best to ignore the words coming from jesse’s mouth, but she couldn’t. it frustrated her how much he thought you affected her. it was simply false. 

sure, ellie tries to shake off the feeling of pride she gets when you look up at her with adoring eyes and call her ‘brave’ after a day out on patrol, and yeah, she tries to brush away the heat that rises to her face when she sees your face light up every morning when you first see her, but that’s because it doesn’t mean anything. the way ellie blushed rose red after you kissed her cheek this morning meant absolutely nothing. 

“she’s the nicest girl in town,” jesse goes on as the pair take a seat on the wooden steps of the tower, “and you’re being an asshole.”

“yeah, whatever. let’s eat.” ellie attempts to shift the conversation, feeling uneased about all this discussion of you. jesse shrugged, opening his pack and taking out a wrapped-up pack of bison jerky and an apple and took a crispy, juicy bite from the fruit.

ellie took out the paper bag, taking a minute to stare at the ‘for ellie :)’ written in black marker. unfolding the bag, she takes out a tupperware and opens the lid revealing a roasted turkey sandwich on a homemade french roll, freshly made potato chips, a small salad, and a little fruit tart on the side. she takes the small paper in her hand, reading the note you wrote for her:

let me know how you like the food! everything was made this morning and packed with love. be safe and have a great day ellie!

p.s you look pretty today :) 

xoxoxo

ellie suppressed the tiny flutters of butterflies floating in her stomach, blaming it on her evergrowing hunger, and crumpled the note, tossing it back in the paper bag. 

“woah, where’d you get that?” jesse said with a mouth full of jerky, “couldn’t bother to get me one?”

she rolled her eyes, “she always gives me lunch before patrol. you wanna share?” 

jesse shook his head at her offer, “nah, i’m good. don’t think your little housewife would be happy to hear you didn’t finish your food, ma’am,” jesse teased, letting out a chuckle. 

dragging out a groan, ellie closed her eyes before opening them again, “she’s not my— oh, fuck off.”

she chucked a chip at him, the crispy snack hitting him on the shoulder as he laughed again. 

there were a lot of things ellie’s didn’t like about you, but she had to admit, you were a damn good cook. 

-

the sunshine was something you’ve grown to appreciate during your time in jackson. as the winters can drag out for months, you took every opportunity to bask in the sun outside when the weather deemed it possible to do so. during the hotter months in town, you loved getting dressed in flowy dresses and letting the sun kiss your skin tan. it was a treat you and the rest of the people in town enjoyed, especially when everyone took their loved ones to the lake nearby and waded in the cool, fresh water.

after ellie left for patrol in the morning, the weather decided to look up and the sun beamed brighter in the clear, blue skies today, giving you the perfect chance to change out of your overalls and into a cute blouse with puffy sleeves and a pair of blue denim jean shorts. 

sitting on a bench perched outside the fence of the cow’s pen, you let yourself relax, soaking up the warmth radiating from the sunshine and occasionally taking sips from the ice, cold lemonade mrs. meyers made for the workers. 

your ears perked up at the bustling clanks of the main gates opening. sitting up and shielding your eyes from the sun, you take a look and see that ellie and jesse are back from patrol. jumping up in excitement, you set your drink down and sprint over to the stables, excited to see ellie again.

“ellie!” you yell out as she hops off her horse. with wide eyes, she hurriedly hides behind jesse, taking advantage of his taller height and wider build.

“cover for me.” ellie mutters to jesse. 

winded and breathing heavily from the run, you clutch your abdomen and catch your breath, “where’d ellie go? i just saw her.” 

jesse smirks, and ellie looks up at him. don’t you dare. don’t you dare. don’t you fucking dare. 

he steps aside, revealing ellie, hunched forward in a pathetic attempt to hide from you. 

“she’s right here.” jesse smiles, and walks away, staring at ellie as he leaves the both of you alone. 

ellie throws a quick glare his away, before standing up straight and clearing her throat, “hey— uh— i was just fixing my— uh..jacket.”

it was a wretched sight to see. ellie’s lame excuse for avoiding you. if it were anyone else, she’d have no problem telling them to ‘fuck off’ and to leave her alone. but with you, she didn’t have the guts to tell you she was avoiding you. why? she didn’t know. maybe she didn’t want to see your feelings hurt. 

but you were oblivious to this. it was a regular occurrence for you to miss things and let them go right over your head, but it was because you saw the good in everyone, even ellie. 

“how was patrol? see anything interesting?” you pondered to ellie, walking alongside her as she begin her trek back to her house. 

“nah, just the same old shit,” ellie speeds up her pace, and you struggle to keep up with her long legs, nearly stumbling over your own.

“so, uh, ellie,” you stammered, “i wanted to ask if you were doing anything tonight?” 

this was your corny way of asking her on a date, something you’ve been wanting to do for ages. 

“uh, yeah—” ellie scratched the back of her neck, “i’m real busy tonight.”

false. ellie’s evening consisted of smoking a joint and immersing herself in volume 14 of her favorite comic book. but she already knew, there was no telling what’d happen if she were to be alone with you. 

ellie strictly kept her distance from you and always made sure there were other people around you two while talking. it was her way of being in control. she was terrified of what would happen if her feelings were to rise to the surface and reign sovereignty over her. 

“oh okay,” you thought for a moment, “how about tomorrow night?”

“uhh, not available tomorrow either. sorry.” ellie avoided your gaze, instead letting her eyes fall to the ground, but to her inconvenience, her eyes gravitated to the sight of your bare legs underneath those shorts, only imagining what she’d do if she could feel the smooth skin under her fingertips. 

ellie pushed her thoughts to the side. this is what she didn’t want. she couldn’t let herself think these vile thoughts. she couldn’t let her guard down. she couldn’t allow herself to trust and be vulnerable. ellie had to control herself, doing whatever means necessary to keep you far, far away.

“hmph, okay. it’s fine,” you frown for a moment before forcing a smile on your face, “maybe another time.” 

“mhm, sure.” 

as you turn away and head in a different direction, ellie let her eyes watch you walk away, ignoring the tight squeeze in her heart that occurs every time you leave. she knew whatever she did, her feelings for you only grew, scaring her more than any clicker could. 

that evening, you prepared the farm animal's last meal for tonight and filled up their water basins. but you couldn’t focus, your mind distracted by that certain green-eyed girl. it was almost wearisome having these many feelings for one person, your mind consumed by her very existence, to the point where you couldn’t even focus on work. 

startling yourself, you feel the pointy straws of hay poking your legs as you overfilled minnie’s feeder. 

“ugh, minnie,” you groan, �� what the heck am i gonna do with ellie?” 

you grabbed the broom, and began sweeping the stray hay that fell onto the floor, letting yourself vent to the cow. 

“i know, i know, everyone might think she’s a big ole’ grump,” you begin, “but i don’t see her that way. she’s so brave and she’s so smart! i see her reading her astronomy books all the time.”

you smile at yourself, the image of ellie sitting on the brown wicker chair on the porch pops in your brain. “when it gets late at night, i see her doodling the stars and planets,” you fawn, “shh, don’t tell her i told you that.” 

you sigh, leaning your cheek against the top of the broom’s handle, “she’s just so— amazing. a real special person. she deserves everything in the world for all she does.” 

as silence fills the barn, you gasp, minnie’s eyes widening in surprise. “maybe i’ll do something big for her. to show her how much she means to me.” 

you lean the broom against the wall, “thank you, minnie. for always listening to me.” you rub her head before you scurry out of the barn, heading home to lay out your plans. leaving minnie to chew on the straws of grain. 

- 

february 14th

“fucking shit!” ellie yelled, throwing her backpack off her back, creating a loud thud as it landed on the floor of the weapon’s armory shed. today’s patrol was particularly grueling today as she and jesse were confronted with two bloaters and four raiders. after a gruesome fistfight with the raiders, all the men did was loot their weapons and supplies and left them alive with their horses. they were considered extremely lucky, as in most cases, the raiders would’ve left them dead. 

“c’mon, we did good out there,” jesse remarked attempting to lighten the mood, but he should’ve known there was no worth in trying to cheer up an already pissed-off ellie. 

“yea, talking as if we didn’t almost fucking died today,” ellie snapped, “two separate times.”

“you know what you need?”

“what?”

“to blow off some steam. get cleaned up and head over to the bar,” jesse smirked at her, but she rolled her eyes, not wanting to do anymore socializing after the dreadful day she had. 

“not today, jess. i jus’ wanna go home, get this shit off me, and sleep for ten hours.”

“c’mon, you buzzkill. it’s valentines day after all,” he sighed, “you gonna spend it cooped up alone in your room?”

“yup.”

“please, ellie. just come with me. let’s celebrate our win today.” 

ellie thought for a moment, and knowing jesse would never take no for an answer for things like these, she reluctantly agreed, “fine.”

- 

unlike ellie, you were beaming, reeling in the ecstatic mood your favorite holiday has brought. valentine’s day was a day for love and celebration in the town of jackson. the local kids would decorate the buildings with red and pink heart streamers and maria always hosted a lovely get-together filled with delicious food, good music, and slow dances.

your heart skipped a beat at the thought of slow dancing with ellie — her hands on your waist, your arms slung around her neck, your bodies swaying ever so slowly along the rhythm of the song.

your hands fixed the pink ribbon in the back of your hair and adjusted some strands of hair to frame your face. you swiped some oil across your lips to give them a sheen gloss and adjusted the long sleeves of your red dress. you felt pretty. 

scrambling towards the kitchen, you flip open the white box, doubling checking the cake and making sure it didn’t need any last-minute toppings. satisfied with your baked creation, you closed the box and secured it in your hands, preparing to head out the door and make your way toward the tipsy bison.

during the walk there, you quietly rehearsed the speech you had prepared in your head. you were a bundle of nerves as you anxiously ran through the words over and over again, hoping by the time you made it to the bar, you got it down and wouldn’t make yourself look like a complete fool in front of ellie and her friends.

one of your hands pushed against the doors of the bar, the bell tinkling as you entered the establishment. you greeted a few familiar faces and smiled at barry, the regular bartender. but your mind was set on finding ellie, nothing less, so your eyes scanned the area and settled on a certain brunette who was sitting at a booth, amongst her chattering friends as she sipped on a glass of bourbon. 

you couldn’t help the smile that curled on your lips, “ellie!”

the brunette snapped her head at the sound of her name, but she let out a despondent groan after realizing it was you. she wasn’t in the mood nor did she have the patience to deal with you tonight, but nothing could stop you from heading in her direction. 

“ah, shit. she’s coming.” ellie takes a long swig of her drink, hoping the alcohol would make this entire ordeal more tolerable.

“be nice, ellie.” dina snapped as you approached their table. 

you smiled at everyone — jesse, dina, kelly, evan, ellie — and greeted them with a “happy valentines day everyone!”

everyone smiled and held up their drinks in acknowledgment as your eyes flickered on the girl in front of you. “can i talk to you, ellie? alone?”

a mixture of excitement and nerves flooded your body as you were getting ready to execute your plan.

ellie, however, was growing more worried and worried by each passing second. your little red dress was the first thing that caught her eye. the way that it hugged your figure and sat right above your knees to reveal the bare flesh of your legs made her want to protect you from the staring eyes of all the men in here and beat them into a pulp for thinking whatever perverted thoughts that clouded their head. the second thing that got her attention was the shine of your lips and how it managed to make them look pouty and tempting to kiss, an urge ellie had fought so hard to restrain. 

she cleared her throat, and laid back nonchalantly, trying to exude this false sense of confidence, “you can say it here.”

you swallowed thickly, “here? i-in front of everyone?”

“yup.”

looking around nervously, you hesitantly agreed as her friends had their eyes on you, completely immersed in your interaction. 

“alright, i guess i’ll just— come out with it.”

you took a deep breath to soothe your nerves. “ellie, we’ve known each other for years now, and in that time, i’ve– uh— grown to really, really like you. i think you’re so pretty and one of the bravest people in town— and— and you’re so intelligent, the way you know so much about space and stuff.”

if someone were to put a tomato next to ellie’s face, the resemblance would be uncanny. 

“what i’m trying to say is— is that i really hope you could give me a chance— give us a chance— and let me take you out on a date and show you how happy i can make you,” your voice shook, “i swear, ellie. i’d make you the happiest girl in the world.”

you opened the box to reveal a heart-shaped cake covered in pink frosting with the words ‘be mine’ in red buttercream and held it out to her. 

ellie was aghast, and she didn’t know what to say. her mind was going a mile a minute, and numerous emotions were shooting through her body. ellie felt so special and loved, a feeling she rarely ever experienced. she was frozen, yet the next words that would utter in her mouth would leave her regretting ever coming to the bar.

“i’m sorry. i— i don’t think i can do this.”

your brows furrowed, “wh-what do you mean?

“you. you’re too much. you’re always hovering, always around, always calling out my name when you see me. you follow me around and i’m sick of it,” ellie couldn’t stop the words from leaving her mouth, “please, just— leave me alone.”

the moment the words fell from her lips, she immediately felt regret. guilt washed over her the minute she saw your face fall and eyes fill up with tears. fuck. she didn’t know what made her lash out at you like that— perhaps it was the alcohol or the fucked up day this was, but she knew there was no excuse to say any of those things to you.

your lips wobbled, and a tear rolled down your cheek, “ellie williams,” you squeaked, “i never wanna see you again.” 

you dropped the boxed cake onto the wooden floor, the frosting flinging everywhere, and ran out of the bar. ellie wanted to run after you so badly, to take you in her arms and kiss your tears away, but she couldn’t. she was a coward. 

“congratulations, you just got 1st place for being the biggest, fucking asshole.” jesse snapped, but ellie didn’t bother responding, knowing what he said was true.

- 

ellie didn’t see you for a week after valentines day, and that transition from hearing your voice call her name every morning, feeling your arms wrap around her neck to hug her before she leaves, and enjoying your home-cooked meals to nothing at all was like night and day. it was quiet and silent, and all the color that filled her days was suddenly drained to a mere gray without you. 

ellie thought that maybe you were just purposely avoiding her, so she started showing up early at the stables before she left for patrol, but you were never there. then, she started walking around the barns, to see if you were occupying your time by tending to the animals, but no, you weren’t there either. 

unbeknownst to ellie, you spent the entire week at home, sulking in your pajamas and shoveling your favorite junk foods in your mouth while watching your favorite 90’s romantic comedy as an effort to mend your broken heart. you couldn’t bear the embarrassment of leaving the four walls of your home after being humiliated by ellie. 

after spending your days cooped up at home, you finally felt ready to come back to work at the barn. it was currently early in the morning, and you just opened the gates to the fence, letting minnie, the chickens, and a couple of the sheep graze on the grass.

as ellie walked towards the stables for patrol, she caught a glimpse of you from her peripheral vision and nearly broke her neck doing a double take. she knew it was you because you were the only one in this town who owned a pair of bright, yellow overalls. 

there you were, leaning against the wooden fence watching the animals as the sun sat on the edge of the horizon, painting hues of violet and saffron across the sky. ellie appeared next to you, leaning her arms against the wood surface. 

“uh, hey.”

you ignored her.

“how’re things?

silence.

“the animals doin’ okay?”

quiet.

“are you just gonna keep ignoring me?” yes. 

you sighed and turned to head back into the barns, not bothering to look at her. 

“i guess i deserved that.” ellie mutters, watching you walk away. she knew needed to apologize to you and she knew just the way to do it. 

- 

the day after ellie’s failed plan of getting you to talk to her, she conjured up a way to apologize to you.

as ellie was coming back from patrol, she carefully held the bouquet of vibrant, golden sunflowers in her hands. she remembered to bring her switchblade to cut them off of their long stems and tie them together into a beautiful bunch.

she knew how much you loved sunflowers, and remembered how you always used to beg her to take you outside of the gates so you could go collect some so you can plant your own. 

with a little pep in her step, ellie was confident that you would love the gift she got for you and you’d surely talk to her again in no time. everything would go back to how it was before. 

ellie approached the entrance of the barn, seeing you tend to minnie and rubbing the side of her belly. a ghost of a smile made its way onto her lips, and she walked towards you, tapping you on the shoulder. 

your head snapped around and looked at her, a neutral expression on your face. no more bright smile.

ellie coughed nervously, and she handed the bouquet of sunflowers to you, “here, these are for you,” you took them from her hands, “they’re pretty, just like you.”

you cautiously looked down at the posy of marigold sunflowers. 

she fucking loves them. i could tell already, ellie thought to herself. she had to suppress the proud smirk that was about to appear on her face. 

but you did something even ellie couldn’t predict. 

you picked one flower from the bunch, and you began feeding it to minnie. minnie took the floret in her mouth, and smacked on it contentedly, clearly enjoying her mid-afternoon snack.

as minnie chomped on the rest of the bouquet, you turned your heel and left ellie alone to her thoughts. 

“god, i’m so dumb,” ellie groans, and she peers at the small brown mammal, “at least someone likes them,” she comments as minnie looks at her with big, brown eyes.

- 

the next morning, ellie came to the stables early, hoping you’d be there, and to her surprise, you were.

ellie had came up with a new game plan to apologize to you. her first mistake with the bouquet was that she was trying to ‘woo’ you with gifts, but maybe what you needed was for her to just be honest with you and to open up. that was what ellie spent the rest of her night doing, writing a deep letter about her feelings for you and how sorry she is for telling you all those horrible things. 

as usual, you were with shimmer, brushing her coat and making sure she was groomed. from the corner of your eye, you could see ellie coming towards you, and you braced yourself.

she stopped in front of you and handed you a red envelope with your name on it. taking it from her hands, she smiles at you and takes shimmer’s leads from you, gently guiding her away. 

ellie took the time to put on shimmer’s saddle and to pack her bag with some extra treats for her during patrol, but she couldn’t help but think of your reaction to her letter. she imagined the smile that graced your face as you opened the letter and saw the little stickers adorning the border of the paper and reading over the black ink. 

but ellie was wrong. very, very wrong. 

as ellie turned her head to sneak a peek at you, she was startled to see you already looking straight at her. maintaining eye contact, you ripped up the letter and tossed it in the pile of horseshit. you brushed off your hands and walked away, feeling accomplished by your petty deed.

ellie turned to shimmer, “i guess i should’ve seen that one coming.”

- 

after a couple of days contemplating what to do with you, ellie decided enough was enough and that she was going to confront you, no matter what. 

the sun had already set, and the moon had overshadowed the dark, night sky. ellie climbed up the stairs of your house, and pressed three loud knocks against your door, adjusting the straps of the guitar gig bag on her shoulders. 

at first, she thought you weren’t going to answer the door, but after a momentary silence followed by a couple of sounds of shuffling, the door swung open. 

ellie assumed you were about to go to bed, as evidenced by your oversized sweatshirt and pajama pants hugging your hips. 

“hi,” you greeted, the sound of your voice surprising ellie after not having heard it for a while.

“hey,” ellie replied, “can i come in?”

you move aside, giving her room to step inside your home.

“where are your parents?” ellie queries, knowing they’d usually be home around this time.

“upstairs, asleep,” you nudged your head towards the hallway, “we’ll talk in my room.”

ellie follows behind you as you lead the way to your bedroom, opening the door and plopping down on your bed. she closes your bedroom door and slowly walks around, almost as if she’s scared to make any sudden movements.

she finally sits on your desk chair in front of you, taking off her guitar bag and setting it down on the floor next to her.

you weren’t sure what compelled you to finally talk to ellie and let her in your home, but you couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease and anxiety. there was no telling what she was really here for.

“i came here because i wanted to apologize,” ellie murmured, “i’ve been trying to apologize for a couple of days now and i’m gonna keep on trying because what i did was really, really shitty.”

you were silent for a brief moment, “...yeah. it was shitty.”

ellie sighed, “i’ll apologize a million times if you want me to.”

“ellie— you don’t get it. you humiliated me in front of the whole town,” your voice cracked, “i don’t think i could forgive you that easily.”

her heart squeezed in your chest seeing the tears well up in your eyes and hearing the little sniffles coming from your nose. it was her fault you were hurt. she did this.

ellie got up and sat on your bed next to you, letting her feelings overcome her and allowing herself to wrap her arms around your frame, holding you close as you cried into her hoodie.

you pulled away from her chest, looking up at her with glossy eyes, “i was nothing but nice to you, els. you could’ve told me something if i was bothering you,” you wiped a tear, “i would’ve left you alone.”

ellie sighed and brushed your hair out of your face, her entire demeanor softening as she was consumed by your presence, “i didn’t want you to leave me alone.”

“huh?” you gave her a confused look.

“look, i’m not really good at showing my feelings. whenever i try to express how i feel or whatever, it goes sideways and i end up fucking up,” ellie explained, “i really do like you, a whole shit ton. i love everything you do for me and i love how you’re always there and how you wear these crazy bright colors and how you talk to the animals in that one baby voice.”

heat rose to your cheeks and it was impossible to hide the blush that spread across your nose.

“i want to be with you,” she confessed, “i just get terrified of being vulnerable and opening up. love makes you do crazy shit and i don’t know— i hate not being in control.”

you were silent, thinking carefully of what to say next. ellie was internally begging for you to say something, anything.

“love means taking risks and being out of your comfort zone, els,” you whispered quietly, “take the leap.”

ellie soaked in your words. take the leap. take the leap. take. the. leap. 

her hand cupped your cheek and she leaned in, pressing her lips against yours, tasting the salt of your tears. ellie’s lips moved gently against yours, not wanting to show any urgency toward you.

she felt your hand creep up to the side of her neck, rubbing against her soft skin as you deepen the kiss. 

ellie pulls away, leaning her forehead against yours, “i’m sorry, baby. please, i can’t bear being without you,” she whispers, “i’m so, so sorry. i’ll never be an asshole to you again.” 

“i’ll forgive you this one time, williams,” you murmur, “but don’t take my kindness for weakness.”

ellie pulled away, taking her acoustic guitar out of her bag and placing it in her lap.

“here, let me sing you a song i know you’ll love.”

ellie’s fingers strummed the strings, playing a chord.

i’ve never known someone like you

tangled in love, stuck by you

from the glue

her voice sang the lyrics to your favorite song, eliciting that beaming smile she’d missed so badly.

don’t forget to kiss me 

or else you’ll have to miss me

i guess i’m stuck forever by the glue

a tear rolled down your cheek, as you were overwhelmed with joy at the site of her singing. something not too many had the privilege of experiencing. 

finding the right words to use for this song

i have you in mind

so it won’t take so long

never thought i’d find you

but you’re here and so i love you

as the lyrics left ellie’s lips, she knew she’d chosen the right song to sing for you. as this song described everything you both have gone through, being attached to each other like glue.

i’m not wrong when i say i’ve been stuck

by the glue onto you

i’ve been stuck by glue

right onto you

i’ve been stuck by glue

the song came to an end, and ellie placed the guitar down, feeling unnerved from you watching her sing for the first time. you sniffle and smiled, throwing your arms around her and hugging her tightly.

“i loved it! you were amazing, els!” you quipped, inciting a small laugh from ellie.

“glad you liked it, babe.”

you pull away slightly to face her, “gosh, how i missed you,” you exasperate, “it was torture having to ignore you for days.”

ellie lets out a laugh, “oh yeah? if anything, i think out of the both of us, you’re the meaner one.”

you smile and shrug your shoulders, “what can i say, williams? you bring out that side to me.”

ellie smiles and pecks your cheek, “and you bring out the softer side to me, baby,” she points out, “isn’t it ironic? we’re total opposites yet we bring these sides out of each other.” 

“yeah, it is a bit funny,” you giggle, “but i wouldn’t have it any other way.”

♡♡♡♡♡♡

[abbyromanoff]

Can I request Morticia Addams protecting you part 2? Maybe just fluff and how mortician and r raise a child together in a mafia family

ANOTHER?

PAIRINGS: Morticia Addams x reader

WORD COUNT: 885

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, overprotective!Morticia, talks of Mafia, some fear in Morticia, talks of having a baby, not spell checked, think that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

“Morticia, it’s not dangerous, I promise! We’ll never even let him out of our sight.” Your wife shook her head in a disapproving manner, sighing as she bit her lip and continued to chop the carrots. You groaned in petulance, only removing your hands from the tight hold against your chest when you heard your son crying out for you. Morticia instantly set down the knife, rushing behind you to catch an eye on the little boy. Apparently he was still hungry and was also upset that he knocked down her toy.

It was the toy his mama had gotten him and she took pride in knowing it was his absolute favorite toy. You would shoot her playful glares whenever she mentioned it, because the both of you knew deep down that Morticia would definitely be the most liked.

“Oh, Pugsley, you need to be more careful. I know you get your clumsiness from mommy, but I don’t need two of you being this identical.” You chuckled lowly and placed a small kiss to his forehead before allowing him a few animal shaped crackers before dinner.

“The giraffe has always been his favorite, I don’t understand why.”

“Well, they’re cute. And they’re tall, I bet he’ll be a tall little guy soon too.” He pointed out the animal with his small fingers, a smile adorning his face as he giggled and took a bite.

“They’re long-necked freaks, I don’t understand how anyone could like those things. Besides, he’s too little to be eating those, what if he chokes?”

“Baby, his teeth are nearly full grown and they’re the softer versions for babies, he’s going to be okay.” You admired his love for the crackers and came to a sudden realization that had you abstrused; he had never gone to the zoo. He had probably never even seen an animal besides when your bodyguard had brought around a watchdog who he adopted. He instantly fell in love with it, and he cried the moment you had to say goodbye.

“What if we take him to the zoo?” Your wife stopped in her retreat to the dinner she insisted on preparing and placed her arms at her side, glaring at the thought alone.

“Please tell me you are joking, Y/N.” You rolled your eyes and whined lowly, causing her to raise her eyebrows and quirk her lip upwards.

“Darling, do you realize how dangerous the zoo really is? There are hundreds upon thousands of people there every day, none of which we know and can trust. The animals are kept in their enclosures by glass only, what if they try to attack? Hm? What happens when our baby is in danger and we are too focused on those dang animals?”

“It’s not that serious! I get it’s dangerous with your position but he deserves to live, don’t you want our boy to experience the world?” You pleaded with your eyes that you knew she could fall for so instantly. She bit the inside of her cheek and took a small breath through her nose before finally falling out of her trance.

“You need to stop hypnotizing me with those things- you already gave them to our son and now he’s a spoiled little death bug.” She glanced towards him once more, and seeing him play happily with his food made her sigh softly.

“Mhm, and maybe that’s why you should let us take this cutie pie to the zoo.” You stood behind the little boy with pleading eyes and he seemed to follow your act without hesitation.

“Mama, will you please take me and mommy to the zoo? Oh, mama, I really want to go!” You impersonated, and your son's struggling voice came to play. He murmured her title and you knew that was the moment she’d agree. With a long term list that she forced you to listen to, she accepted your pleas and two days later you were holding your body as he giggled at the Lion’s acts.

Morticia had began with stalking your surroundings in order to keep Pugsley and her wife safe, but soon she felt her guard falling as she focused on the happiness you shared. She had never once in her life felt so much peace, she was finally calm. Bodyguards still followed you both for protection, but she felt as if you three were the only ones in the world.

“Where’s the giraffe enclosure?” Your wife asked, causing you to stop in your tracks and Pugsley’s face instantly lit up. You looked at the map and followed the direction instructed, and only a few minutes later did you stand in front of the awaited zone. He watched as the animal moved and admired the noises they made, along with the chewing of the leaves.

“You know, he could feed the lambs over there.” She nodded softly, giving her son a moment before expanding their journey.

“We should have more.”

“You think we can handle that?”

“I think I can handle anything as long as you’re with me.” You turned to face the woman, still keeping your eye on Pugsley as he fed the different breeds.

“Awh, is the grumpy old Morticia getting soft on me?”

“I don’t know how I’m going to handle the two of you.”

“Oh, c’mon!”

[aeternallis]

How Kimchay’s love story is presented in KP the Series

Yknow, I think what’s one of the most interesting things about the way Kimchay’s story is told in the series is that it’s actually much easier to see how Kim fell in love with Chay, rather than the other way around.

Like, why did Chay fall for Kim? He idolized Wik, but what made it so that he fell for the individual behind the persona, yknow? Sure, there was most definitely physical attraction there, on account of the fact that Kim Theerapanyakul has Jeff Satur’s “sculpted on a Saturday by the gods” face, but otherwise, it’s actually harder to pinpoint why Chay fell in love, and we have little evidence of it.

In one of the Polaroids that Kim has in his collection, Chay describes Kim as being “very kind.” In what ways, I wonder? Was Kim a caring and polite gentleman when they’d gone on those little dates together? Were there any quirks that Kim had that Chay found charming, perhaps? Maybe it was the genuine connection they had through music and that they could just nerd out together? Chay could be himself when he was with Kim, in a way that he could only ever be with Porsche, up until that point in his life.

Furthermore, what interactions we as the audience see when Kim and Chay are on screen, BOC made it a point to always focus on Kim’s micro facial expressions, not Chay’s. The point is, Kim’s behavior towards Chay outside of the tutoring sessions and whatnot, it’s a mystery as to what made the younger man fall in love with him.

But looking at their love story the other way around, it’s so to easy to see why Kim fell in love with Chay, and Idk, I just find that...so very endearing, yknow?

Each time they were on screen together pre!break-up scene, Kim was always shown to be fascinated by the different aspects of Chay’s personality: his observant and empathetic nature, as shown when the young boy was able to pinpoint the little details that Kim had painstakingly included in his music videos. His boldness when asking Kim to be his guitar tutor, his sheer raw talent in being able to write a song within a few minutes, his headstrong nature when he tracked him down to sing him a song, etc etc.

Hell, even the more negative aspects of Chay’s personality: his impulsiveness when he put himself in harm’s way at the club, his defiance at blocking Kim’s every attempt post!break-up to contact him. 

I could go on and on, but personally, I just LOVE the fact that because we as the audience get to see how and why Kim fell in love with Chay, we in turn as the audience are also drawn in by his charms. I’ve seen a lot of Kinnporsche react videos on both Youtube and Tiktok, and a lot of the commentators almost always never fail to mention how admirably brave Chay is, even if his behavior also comes across as a bit cringy. It’s because of the fact that he’s so brave I think, that he comes off as cringy, because we as the audience can’t help but feel that we could never do something so daring. 

For a man like Kim who grew up likely somewhat spoiled and having the assurance of the Theerapanyakul name behind him all his life, whose always had servants and bodyguards at his beck and call (we’ve seen his callous attitude towards Big in episode 3 and 4, he’s mean motherfucker), whose early life must’ve been a constant parade of social performance and rigid structure, Chay’s otherworldly personality must’ve been a breath of fresh air, something that very much intrigued him in a way no other person has before. 

Personally, I’m of the opinion that Kim fell in love with Chay’s soul first and foremost, and mayhaps the physical attraction came afterwards (Barcode is a cutie pie, indeed). 

But, as is the very nature of the Theerapanyakul men, it’s no wonder he could hurt Chay so badly. But in that same vein, it’s no wonder he yearns to get him back just as badly. It’s no wonder he can lose his temper so badly when Chay put himself in danger. 

And it’s no wonder, he can kill so easily for Chay. 

[epickiya722]

He's so Rabbit-Coded! 💚🐇👊

Midoriya is on the list of rabbit characters for me because I can't associate any other animal with him, (except for a ram).

Now, I'm sure that some of you are already disagreeing with me or whatever, but that's fine. I'm not writing this to persuade anyone or say "you're wrong", like not writing this to please anyone. So honestly, don't agree? Ignore and scroll past, don't comment. This is just me letting out some random thoughts. This is not a post up for debate. It's a shame I have to say this!

Anyways! To the topic of this post!

Which is why Midoriya is so rabbit-coded to me!

I know, I know! It's not some uncommon concept in this fandom. I am well aware, trust me.

Today though, folks, I'm just elaborating on the idea. Elaborating on my feelings. To me, it fits.

Let's start with the obvious!

Rabbits are adorable. They can be timid and shy, a little curious. Midoriya is the same. Be honest, he's a cutie! Round face and eyes, freckles! Curly hair! He's too cute. He's also timid at times (he got better) and curious, always ready to ask and learn about a quirk. He's even smaller in height than most characters just as rabbits are.

Even his hero costume and how he fights are "rabbit-like". He's fast, does a lot of kicking. His costume has the ears! (Check out the above images.)

See? Already like a rabbit! But let's dig a little deeper, come with me on this journey!

Now, at first glance, when you look at a rabbit, besides "cute" and "small" and "fuzzy", what else do you think about? "Defenseless" and "weak" may be some words. Maybe? I mean, a lot of prey animals may seem so because well… they're prey. It's how Midoriya was often seen. Weaker than those around him before and after getting a quirk. But here's the thing.

Do not let the "seemingly innocent" cuteness fool you.

Rabbits are fierce creatures, alright? Prey animals they may be, but it's not like they're really are defenseless. Rabbits don't just sit there and wait to be eaten. They are fighters. They will scratch, kick, bite and even let out a shrill scream when they're in danger. They will not go down without a fight. They'll even fight each other, okay? Rabbits will injury whoever they see as a threat and sometimes? The results can be frightening.

As such when it comes to Midoriya Izuku. Oh, he is the sweetest kid you'll ever meet, but the moment there's danger? It doesn't matter if it's big or small, that kid will go for someone's neck if he has to. Even a small child, he was defending other kids. He's always been a fighter.

I don't know if you folks have noticed but uh… Midoriya's a feral kind of angry. He loses all sense. Be damned if he has sympathy for you, he's going for that arm. Almost every fight he's been in, blood has been drawn and bones have been broken. Not just from him either!

There's also the fact that rabbits are intelligent. So is Midoriya. Both can pick up on things, learn from those things, and use that knowledge.

Simply put, Midoriya is not someone to be underestimated just like rabbits.

Further down the path, folks!

Symbolism! Yes, we're diving into some symbolism here!

Rabbits often symbolize (good) luck. When it comes to Midoriya, I would say he's quite the lucky person. He actually got the chance to encounter the man he looks up to and even inherited his Quirk. From there, he just keeps getting hit with good luck. He found himself a good class of people who care for him and being around those classmates, he has built more confidence within himself. He's also been in a lot of situations that seem dire and almost impossible to get out of, and yet he does! That's luck. Midoriya has quite a bit of good luck. Using his smarts and ambition to win and save, luck is usually on his side. Sure, he doesn't always get out of a sticky situation unscathed and he has his hardships, but again, luck!

I also want to bring up another interesting meaning to rabbits that I read about. "Moving forward". Midoriya is the type of person to me that who moves forward. He keeps going and not wanting to linger. He's always determined to catch up, to advance. To me, he doesn't forget the past but he wants to forward from it and make a better future.

I go more into detail about here!

While we're here, I also want to bring the tale of the Moon Rabbit. It is believed that when the moon is full, you can see the silhouette of a rabbit (it varies as to what the rabbit is doing depending on the culture). As to why, let's recount the folktale of the Moon Rabbit (I apologize if I get anything wrong).

A man lived on the moon and one day decided to visit Earth and disguised as a beggar. A small group of animals would come across this "beggar" and among them is a rabbit. Believing that the beggar is hungry, each animal would offer the man something to eat, the rabbit included. However, being the rabbit is… well… a rabbit, the rabbit could only offer grass. So instead of grass, the rabbit tells the beggar to build a fire. And what does this rabbit do once that fire is built? Throws his body into it as to offer himself as a meal to the beggar. Amazed by the rabbit's self-sacrifice, the beggar reveals himself to be the Man on the Moon and draws the rabbit's image on the moon as a way of showing his appreciation and praise to the rabbit.

Now you're wondering why I brought this tale up and what the hell it has to do with Midoriya.

It's because like the rabbit, Midoriya is willing to sacrifice his own well-being for the sake of others. Midoriya may have grown some confidence, but my boy also tends to view himself only worthy into helping others, that he's still "a loser". He has to be reminded that he is a lot more valued than he believes. It's similar to the rabbit. That rabbit didn't think offering grass was good enough, so he throws himself to the fire.

I also find it interesting that Midoriya is a Cancer (like me) and the Cancer's ruling planet? THE MOON!! (I talk more about how he's also a moon-coded character in this post!)

And of course, I'm going to bring her up! I don't think it's on purpose, but I find it amusing that Midoriya share a lot (if not the most) similarities with the true Rabbit of the series, the queen, Miruko.

If you want to know more of those similarities, just check out this post!

Well, folks, that's all my post for why I think Midoriya is so rabbit-coded! Again, just me, my opinion with some reasonings.

[wuxian-vs-wangji]

Self call on weird ask but what are your 5 fav Thai BLs organized least sex to most sex? I want to ease in to the dicks and butts.

Lol! Not a weird ask!

And I will just say first before anything else, if you watch them on YouTube, you get a version that pretty much cuts away before it goes further than making out, you won't see any dicks, and I can only think of like, one butt (not in general in Thai shows, but like, specifically the ones on this list).

5. Cutie Pie

Aristocrat Kuea Keerati was raised to be the perfect submissive partner for his lifelong fiancée Lian Wang. Kuea has created a whole fake persona to maintain that image- lying about his major, keeping a special wardrobe to Lian's tastes, and feigning interest in submissive and docile things. But in reality, he is a wild child rocker who races bikes and performs in a dive bar. Lian is always cold and aloof towards Kuea, and the young man finally has it and calls off their engagement.

But Lian doesn't agree. He forces Kuea to move in with him, slowly coaxing the wild child out bit by bit. What Kuea doesn't know is that Lian has always known about his little act and loves the wild child, not the doll Kuea pretends to be.

4. Naughty Babe

** A spin off of Cutie Pie

Diao has been with Yi for 6 years, and engaged to him for 3. But the relationship has never been a healthy one, and Yi won't even sleep in the same home as Diao anymore.

Diao decides to flee to Switzerland and break off all connections with Yi. Yi finds out, and races to the airport to stop Diao, but is in a horrible car wreck that sends him to the hospital.

Diao is intercepted by his best friend Kuea Keerati and rushes to the hospital. As much as he was ready to leave, he cannot leave Yi without knowing he is alright. But when Yi wakes up, he has no memory of Diao beyond a small child. But Diao doesn't remember meeting Yi until he was 18.

Diao must nurse Yi back to health through his amnesia, and try to piece together a traumatic nightmare from his childhood that holds the answers. Amnesiac Yi is stubborn and childish, but venting frustrations at the man gives Diao some peace, and he starts to fall in love with this new Yi.

But what Diao doesn't realize (though he certainly suspects) is that Yi doesn't have amnesia at all- he is faking it to both repair his relationship and try to uncover the person responsible for his wreck.

3. Two Worlds

**Updated Later: I forgot, you do see a butt in this one

One summer, poor artist Kram falls in love with the wealthy and handsome Phupha. It is a whirlwind love, and just as they decide to spend their lives together, Phupha is brutally murdered. Despondent, Kram goes to a spring that legend says will reunite loved ones with those who have died. Kram slips, falls in, and drowns.

He wakes in the home of Tai- a dangerous gangster who murdered his mother. But something is wrong- Tai is missing the scar that takes up much of his face, and he is gentle with Kram.

Kram soon learns he fell into a parallel world, where their Kram died 3 years before, but Phupha is still alive. Kram becomes obsessed with saving Phupha's life, and is helped in his quest by a reluctant Tai.

But why is Tai willing to risk life and limb for Kram?

Because Kram's love story with Phupha did play out in this world- but between Kram and Tai. And for daring to love Tai, Kram was brutally murdered.

A fate Tai will do anything to change.

2. Love Sea*

** Numbers-wise, fewer sex scenes than LITA, and they end sooner, but some are quite raunchy. This is the bare bum one.

Tongrak is a bitch.

A famous writer, he is wealthy, handsome, and supremely confident in his body (and a wee bit of a sex addict). Sick of him whining about writer's block, Tongrak's friend Connor sends him on vacation and hires a local guide he knows to take care of Tongrak.

Mahasamut is overly friendly, bratty, and the treasure of the island. He excels in pissing Tongrak off-- but he's also the best lay the writer has had in years. Unwilling to give him up when his time on the island runs out, Tongrak offers to buy Mahasamut and keep him around as a personal boy toy.

Mahasamut accepts the deal- but only to stay close to Tongrak. For Mahasamut, this isn't easy money for sex in the tourism off season- he genuinely cares for Tongrak, and quickly realizes the writer faces traumas from his closest family.

Mahasamut will do anything to protect Tongrak, determined to force the writer to overcome his issues and open his heart.

1. Love in the Air*

** More sex scenes that all cover the full act, from undressing to orgasm.

Part 1: Rain is a bratty college student in the architecture major. One day, he finds himself aggressively pursued by the god of the architecture major- the recently graduated Payu. Rich, handsome, a mega-talented architect, and thoroughly lifted mechanic, Payu is a wall of charisma and discipline. And one night, after rescuing Rain from car trouble, he tries to force the decidedly straight student to sleep with him.

To take revenge on Payu, Rain decides to worm his way into Payu's life and learn his darkest secrets. He breaks into an illegal street race that Payu organizes along with a dangerous man named Pakin, and Payu is forced to save him from the guards. Payu humiliates Rain again, and Rain... decides the only way to get revenge is to make Payu fall in love with him?

Rain quickly finds himself questioning his sexuality as he falls in love with the Dominant Payu, and learns he has a submissive side he was never aware of. But Payu lives with one foot in a dangerous world, and Rain may not be prepared for the threats they will face.

Part 2: When Rain pursued Payu, one of the ways he did it was by breaking into an illegal street race. While Rain was saved from the guards by Payu, his best friend Sky was left alone. Sky was saved by Payu's close friend, star racer and rich playboy Prapai. Prapai told Sky he'd have to pay for being saved, and is delighted when Sky suddenly agrees to sleep with him, and is unforgettably hot in bed.

But what haunts Prapai after the one-night stand is the darkness in Sky's eyes, and the aching pain he only catches brief flickers of. It takes months to wring his name and number out of Rain, but Prapai quickly flings himself into Sky's life.

In the months since they last met, Prapai has been able to think of nothing other than this boy, and the playboy finds himself helplessly in love. But as madly enthralled by Sky as he is, Prapai still notices that strange darkness flicking in his eyes.

When Sky collapses at university and Prapai offers to watch over him, he sees a side of Sky that the boy has devoted his life to hiding. Nightmares that leave him weak and sobbing, begging for someone to save him.

Sky has survived something horrible, and while Prapai won't force him to tell the story, he devotes himself to being a light in the darkness.

[would-this-pokemon-be-a-friend]

Cherrim has always been one of my favorite Pokémon, and I wonder if the lil cutie would make a nice housepet, if not a houseplant

A cherrim would indeed make a great pet (or houseplant, as you pointed out)! In fact, cherrim has received the second-highest score I've calculated so far, just behind chimecho!

Cherrims are just the right size to live in your home, and there's nothing inherently dangerous about their biology. Their moveset is pretty par for the course for grass-type pokémon: sure, they can slap you with a beam of light or try and absorb your nutrients bit by bit with a Leech Seed, but they're not going to pose much of a threat with correct training. They can even heal themselves in sunny weather using Morning Sun! They don't seem particularly violent, so there's a low chance that there would be much risk bring one in at all.

Cherrims have a peculiar ability to change form depending on whether or not it is sunny. When they aren't getting enough sun, they go into their Overcast Form. In this state, they are said to be docile (Pearl) and hardly move (Shield - Overcast Form). They're protected by a tough bud to ward off predators (Shield - Overcast Form). When the sun is out, cherrims transform into their Sunshine Form, unfolding their petals to take in as much light as they can (Diamond). They become very energetic and active (HeartGold/SoulSilver, Sword - Sunshine Form). This is when they are at their most social and cheerful (Pearl).

Caring for a cherrim and keeping them happy means making sure they have access to sunshine as much as possible. It would be important to make sure your pet has the chance to go through their natural form changes as they would in the wild to regulate their mood and energy level. It is said that both of cherrims' forms have a pleasant smell (Legends: Arceus, Shield - Sunshine Form), which is great for anyone living with them but can also attract wild pokémon, especially bug-types which can bother them. Make sure to watch over your flowery friend to make sure they're not getting picked on by any munchy bugs or birds!

Overall, cherrims are a great choice for a housepet or houseplant, however you want to characterize them. They are pleasant, friendly, and safe, making them a great choice for those unfamiliar with caring for pokémon.

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Silver Cats & Black Roses

Chapter 28 – Unexpected For Nobles

A/N It's Waltz Time! The music in this chapter is a very famous waltz, Blue Danube by Strauss... I couldn't resist to use it to make Yamichar and even more Nozessa dance 💙💜 Also, Rill is a cutie pie.

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Vanessa really wanted to try the fancy wine at the buffet, at least just one glass, maybe even one sip. She never had many occasions to try the most expensive wine in the kingdom, after all.

But she hold back, which was easier to achieve she would have thought. But that wasn’t too surprising, as she longed more for Nozel than for wine at this point.

Vanessa sighed deeply. She hadn’t managed to join Nozel yet, as so many nobles tried to get his attention and he tried his best to avoid them. That must be a very daily thing when you were the head of a royal house, but Vanessa knew that her boyfriend loathed this kind of obligation.

All she wanted was to be with him, to comfort him. But to reach him was easier said than done, with the nobles trying to get Nozels attention and his horrible father watching him, ready to do what was necessary to make him yield.

Maybe it was just her imagination, but Vanessa was sure that Lac Silvas observant eye was also on her. Rather creepy, but in his mind, she was just a mere stone on his path, a hurdle towards his goal and if he wasn’t paying attention, she could become a danger for his ambitions.

Vanessa hated that Lac Silva considered himself above everyone else. Even worse, given how smart he was, the power he possessed and the immaculate reputation he had, in a way he was just that. From what she learned thanks to Océane Vermillion, he came from a house of low nobility, who was practically at the end of its career so to speak, and he still managed to rise above. It was impressive, there was no denying that.

But… Vanessa had always thought before that when someone came from a bottom and climbed the ranks, it was because of being kind hearted and wanting to do good for others. Asta was the living proof of that.

Sadly, Lac Silva was quite the opposite. One would have thought that by being married to royalty, he would have helped his birth house from complete disgrace and Acier Silva would have been certainly happy to help him. But Lac Silva never did anything, he was only loyal to himself. Even for an arrogant noble, not being loyal to your birth house at least a bit was still a rarity. Either because said birth house was too horrible to stay loyal to it for reasons. Or because your heart was too cold and arrogant to care for a falling house.

Vanessa was rather certain in which category someone like Lac Silva falls.

If she would listen only to her instincts, Vanessa would have loved to beat him up and giving him a piece of her mind. But as good this would have felt for a moment, it would have gotten her only more difficulties and consequences, as well as for the Black Bulls and Nozel, not to mention house Silva and probably also the Silver Eagles.

What had auntie Océane said? Be discreet, play the game and use your own rules to play. Vanessa was such a newbie in this so called game, she was still trying to understand all those complex details. Not to mention that not every noble and not every royal was good at playing this. Noelle, despite her knowledge, was rather lost in the etiquette, and Nozel was too honest, unable to manipulate. He doesn’t even want to, never did.

It was actually impressive how he managed to come this far with secrets and no lies, while never healing from his loss until recently.

Vanessa admired his inner strength, but it was time for him to not be alone anymore. She would be at his side from now one. And for that, she had a lot to learn about the world of royalty and nobility.

Océane Vermillion had said that a ball was a good opportunity to learn and to observe. Vanessa still wasn’t sure how she could learn in a place like this, but observe, this she did since she entered the ball.

She saw Noelle barely left her brother’s side, which was reassuring for Vanessa. At least, Nozel wasn’t alone and Noelle knew about them. She saw Solid Silva standing next to the buffet, a plate in his hand and eating something that seemed to be an éclair, looking bored. She saw Nebra talking to Zora, next to one of those huge golden pillars, almost hiding in the shadows.

Vanessa frowned. Why did it looked like they were aggressively flirting?

She definitely will investigate this in the near future. But for now, she had other things to focus on.

Lital Lys was dancing with captain Fuegoleon, probably the third or fourth dance. Vanessa smiled. If there’s going to be a betrothal during this ball, that wasn’t do to traps and that was decided out of love, then it would be undoubtedly captain Fuegoleon and Lital.

Vanessa was standing pretty close to the dancefloor and so, she waved at them as they danced nearby. Lital took the time to wave back with a smile and captain Fuegoleon nodded very kindly to her.

Nozels rival had also a knowing look in his eyes when he glanced at her. Vanessa didn’t know what to think about it. Could he know somehow? Captain Fuegoleon wasn’t an idiot and he knew Nozel rather well since childhood.

Well, if he knew already or not yet, Vanessa was certain that there was no danger coming from the captain of the Crimson Lions. In fact, he was certainly going to be a precious ally for her and Nozel.

Vanessa watched Lital and Fuegoleon waltz away from her, looking lovingly in each other’s eyes. She envied them a tiny bit. How much she wanted to be dancing with Nozel right now. Letting him lead, being in his arms, feeling as they were the only ones in the world…

Thinking back at their very first talk back in Spade, it was so unbelievable that she came to love him so truly, so deeply. But Vanessa wasn’t surprised at all. Maybe it was meant to be, maybe it was just a coincidence. But it happened and along with the Black Bulls, Nozel was one of the best things that happened in her life. She cared so much for him that Rouge now had also effect on Nozel. There was no way she would let him go at this point.

She looked at the waltzing pairs. So many nobles, so many people who didn’t danced with someone they loved, be it romantic or platonic.

Vanessa didn’t envy those people, she envied those who were actually dancing with the one they loved, whether they admitted it already or were still unaware about it or denial. Lital and Fuegoleon, Gauche and Grey, who looked so lovely in her silver dress and the black ribbon around her neck. Finral and Finesse, who looked so perfectly lovely in their matching green and silver clothes. And was that auntie Dea dancing with Luck at the other side of the dancefloor?

But despite her small envy, Vanessa wasn’t mad at those couple. On the contrary, she was really happy for them. In a way, it helped her, it strengthened her resolve to be with Nozel. As if it wasn’t already strong before.

She looked around this immense ballroom again, trying to find her boyfriend. She had to get to him, to follow one of auntie Océanes plans and win this battle. And show the world that Nozel was neither a chess piece nor a prize to win.

The Black Bulls were of course on edge, like most of the Magic Knights, because of what this ball was secretly implying. But they were also having fun, of course. Because the Black Bulls were always having fun, no matter what how everyone else would view it.

Gauche and Grey were dancing, as well as Finral and Finesse. Zora and Nebra just disappeared behind a pillar and Vanessa giggled, certain that they might started to do something a bit spicy. Luck was bonding with auntie Dea, Gordon and Henry were talking with a bunch of Blue Rose girls. Vice-captain Nacht was apparently in the small side-salon which had been organized as a gambling area. Vanessa giggled as she reminded how with the help of Finral and Noelle, Nacht successfully made captain Yami promise to not gamble in any way this night. A promise their captain probably only took in the end, because he certainly preferred to spent the night with captain Charlotte.

Speaking of, she had seen them dancing a bit and doing their best to avoid one of Charlottes suitor who wasn’t giving up to get a grip on her. And they also hide behind one of those golden pillars from time to time.

How much she wanted to do the same with Nozel…

But still, Vanessa smiled. She was truly happy for Yami and Charlotte. She hasn’t forgotten how surprised she has been to learn that those two captains were finally, finally together. And this like four or two days ago, when they were both coming to try their dresses for tonight’s ball.

Vanessa hadn’t only won an ally that day, but also a friend. Well, captain Charlotte had become a friend of the Black Bulls already during all those visits and being Lucks older long lost older sister. But now, she also became a close friend for Vanessa. They could relate about the situation of their respective love lives and how stupidly adorable their boyfriend could be.

Charlotte had also told her mother about the situation and Orchidea, who already knew that Vanessas loved one was from royalty or nobility, had given her full support as well. Which was actually welcomed, Vanessa certainly needed friends within those circles. It was a good thing to know kind, truly good people like Océane, Finesse, Charlotte and Orchidea up there. Of course, there was also Lital, but she had her own special position as a legitimated bastard daughter.

As she continued to look around, Vanessa saw Charmy at the buffet, which wasn’t surprising. But while she was eating, she was also talking to Rill Boismortier, the captain of the Aqua Deers. And they looked to be rather close. Had she missed something? Nero, absolutely lovely in her black dress with a few red patterns, was watch very calmly Magna and Asta having some kind eating competition. And there was a very upset Noelle walking towards them.

Wait a minute. Noelle had been with her older brother not too long ago. What happened?

Suddenly fearing for the worst, Vanessa looked around her, searching for burgundy satin with silver embroideries. She sighed in relief when she finally found Nozel again. But her relief was short-lived when she saw who was with him.

Lac Silva.

Oh no, that horrible man managed to get a grip on Nozel! Instinctively, Vanessa moved forward before she even realized it. She needed to go to him. And she would go to him. After all, she had promised to never let Nozel alone ever again. Oh, her boyfriend was doing fine, he had his back towards Lac. But still, Nozel was not alone anymore dealing with scumbags, he had her now!

But Vanessa was only able to do a few steps before a hand touched her arm.

“Oh, miss Vanessa, isn’t this a wonderful ball.”

Vanessa did her best to not sigh in frustration. It was just Josephine Roselei, Charlottes younger cousin, who accompanied them as well as Orchidea to the ball.

Of course, Josephine Roselei had no idea that Vanessa was the girlfriend of the captain of the Silver Eagles. Charlotte and Orchidea told their relative that Vanessa had been on a mission nearby and they invited her to get ready for the ball with them, because it would be easier to reach than to go back the base of the Black Bulls.

Thankfully, the young girl had believed it.

Josephine Roselei loved gossip and was a bit snob like a typical noble, but not that much. She was still kind, only a bit naïve and innocent. Vanessa got rather along with her. To her luck, Josephine also loved fashion and her dress had immediately won her over.

“Well, yes, lady Josephine, it is quite enjoyable so far.”

“Do you think that there are some betrothal that are going to be announced tonight? I have heard that this kind of ball was used to organized engagements between noble houses, sometimes also royal houses.”

“Oh, I heard about this as well. But I think it’s not the case anymore today.”

“Yes, it’s not a betrothal ball anymore. No one would do something like that to engage people behind their backs, when there’s nothing official to back them up. And in my opinion, no one can be that desperate.”

Vanessa hold back a bitter laugh. Oh, that sweet naïve noble girl. If only she knew…

“You seem a bit upset about that fact, my sweet lady.”

“Well, of course! I would love to be engaged to a good, honourable lord, who would cherish me and honestly, I would adore to have a bunch of suitors running after me. But well… I’m not the most endearing party of house Roselei.”

“Oh come on, you’re a sweet girl with those brown hair and lilac eyes, not to mention that this gown in autumn shades suits you perfectly. There will be certainly some who would love to court you.”

“Yeah… But compared to my cousin Charlotte, I’m rather bland and still rather young. Of course they prefer the best party of house Roselei to me. But I don’t blame them, Charlotte is rather amazing in every way she looks and even more in everything she does! After all, she’s a Magic Knight captain and I’m just a standard noble lady who just came of age.”

“Well, to be fair, captain Charlotte doesn’t seem to be eager to be courted by all those suitors. I’ve seen her lately with captain Yami.”

“The captain of the Black Bulls? Oh, that’s a good way to scare away some lords. He looks scary and I know he is a mere foreigner, but damn… he’s so hot as well! I love buff men, too bad that it’s not a noble beauty standard. But if you ask me, it should be!”

“I like buff men as well, but between us, it’s not my favourite type.”

“Oh, what kind of men do you prefer?”

“Let’s see. Between buff and skinny, I’d say, fine muscles that doesn’t stand out. Oh, and elegant traits without being too round or too pointy. It’s a bit difficult to explain. The type of men like Nozel Silva for example. I find him pretty handsome.”

“That he is. But he’s royalty and royals are always beautiful. Look, he’s talking with his father, lord Lac. He’s quite handsome as well for his age, but he would be even better without the moustache. I hate moustaches, men should only let them grow once they are old. It’s a grandfather style.”

“Tell me, what do you think are they talking about?”

“Oh, probably about lord Nozels future wedding. There are rumours about it lately and also reasons to believe that they are true. Most people are betting either on Prudence Évantail or Athénaïs Vitrail to be the future lady Silva.”

Oh, yes, Vanessa knew that. It was fair to say that Lac Silva, Prudence Évantail and Athénaïs Vitrail were the three people she was currently hating the most in this ballroom and probably in general. Mostly because how the view Nozel and how they behaved with him.

She had seen Prudence and Athénaïs a few times during this ball. Only from afar, there was no way she wanted to ever talk to them. Besides, both of these bitches probably weren’t even aware of her existence.

Even right now, Prudence and Athénaïs were mostly either glaring at each other like two wild beasts ready to fight or focused on Nozel looking at him with such greed it made Vanessa almost wanna puke. Prudence, looking sadly amazing in this wide dark green and golden gown, wasn’t that discreet, looking at Nozel like a dry plant longing for water. Athénaïs, who was sadly not an awful vision with this royal blue mermaid dress with the golden patterns, was more holding back, probably due to the presence of her sister Rosette, but anyone must have been blind to not see how she looked at Nozel in superior and possessive way.

It really made Vanessa sick.

Josephine hadn’t noticed anything from her, as she continued to talk. “Even those two believe that one of them is going to married to Nozel Silva one day. But, between us, I firmly believe that neither of them will be a Silva princess. Lord Nozel is so secretive and mysterious, he might surprise anyone with his choice. After all, he put lady Noelle in the Black Bulls and from what I heard, she’s doing great so it wasn’t a bad choice like everyone said. I’m ready to bet the family jewellery of house Roselei that the future wife he has chosen is going to be a surprise as well.”

This made Vanessa raise a brow. “You really believe that? Do you think that… maybe it might not even be a noble.”

“That would honestly be very bold, but even though I don’t quite believe it, why not? It would still be a surprise and aunt Orchidea told me that not all commoners and peasants are bad people, and she usually right. I mean, you’re a witch but you’re actually so much nicer than most nobles my age, miss Vanessa.”

“Oh, thank you for the compliment. You know what, as thanks I will make a kind young man dance with you, you clearly deserve that. Let’s see… Oh, Klaus, over here!”

Klaus Lunettes from the Golden Dawn came to them immediately, as the rather stern but kind gentleman he was.

“Miss Enoteca, how nice it is to see you again.”

“That’s Vanessa for you, honeybun. Klaus, I need a favour from you.”

“How can I be of any help?”

“I’m not sure you’re acquainted with lady Josephine Roselei. Isn’t she looking lovely? She is also a very lovely girl, but sadly no lords are kind and polite enough to invite her for even one dance. Would you be such a gentleman and invite her for the next dance?”

Vanessa didn’t even wait for Klaus’ answer, as she practically put Josephines arm on his and pushed them towards the dancefloor.

Good, now Josephine has finally a kind guy to spend some time with and Vanessa could finally sneak behind Nozel and Lac. Too bad she couldn’t hear anything, but she could see disappointed and arrogant Lac was looking, while Nozel has still turned his back to him.

“Continue like this, honey. I know you won’t yield to him.”

“Need any help?”

Vanessa jumped and turned around. An old and a young woman were standing behind her. The younger one was Grenadine, Nozels adorable little newbie, which immediately calmed Vanessa down. But she didn’t know the old lady.

“My name is Julia Ambrosia, probably the oldest member of the Silver Eagles, nice to meet you properly. You can call me granny. Vanessa, right? You want to talk with young Nozel? Let me handle this. You, Grenadine, you stay with her.”

Before Vanessa had any occasion to respond, Julia already walked firmly towards Nozel and Lac Silva. Grenadine put a hand on her arm in compassion. “Granny Julia is still pretty quick for her age, but you don’t have to worry, she will save captain Nozel from his father.”

“He indeed looks like he could use some saving,” Vanessa replied slowly, having the impression to miss something. “How are you, snookums? No problems with your fathers family so far?”

“The worst most of them do tonight is ignoring me, which is honestly the better option compared to others. But not everyone is ignoring me. Thanks to my sister Églantine, I finally was able to meet another brother, Candid, as well as a great-aunt, Clémentine. Those three are the only Évantails that are accepting me and honestly, it’s more than I could ever dare to ask for. I’m actually happy to call them family.”

“I’m happy for you,” Vanessa said with a smile. She became quite fond of this little Silver Eagle, not only because of Nozel, but also because Grenadine was just such a nice young girl.

Grenadine smiled back at her. “Captain Nozel is happy for me as well. You two are truly perfect for each other. Granny Julia was right about that.”

“Wait, what?”

Vanessa had no occasion to properly ask, as said granny Julia pushed a pretty much confused Nozel towards her and said, “Go finally enjoy the ball together, you two lovebirds. Come, Grenadine, our job here is done.”

Before either Nozel or Vanessa could reply anything, both Silver Eagles immediately went away, Grenadine back to her three good family members, Julia to the buffet table were all the alcohol was.

“Honey, please tell me I’m not the only who has the feeling to have missed something,” Vanessa giggled, rather amused by this whole scene.

“Do you think they know?” Nozel asked back, looking so adorably confused.

“Well, it seemed like it. I can’t imagine how they would have find out, though. But maybe they saw me sneak into the base of the Silver Eagles once and added two and two together.”

“We probably weren’t as cautious as we thought. Or at least me. I was always so eager to see you that-“

“Oh, honey, you should really stop to blame yourself. And besides, it was pretty obvious that your two knights were supportive of us. Don’t focus on that, how are you feeling?”

Vanessa put a hand on Nozels cheek and could have melted when he pressed his own hand tenderly against hers. It felt so good to be finally so near to him again, to be filled by his mere presence, to feel his heart beating just as fast as her own.

“Lac wanted to make me swear to dance with either Prudence Évantail or Athénaïs Vitrail, or at least with another suitable noble lady for the upcoming Three Leaves Waltz. That’s why I have turned my back to him. Not replying to him and not looking him at him seemed like the best way to avoid anything you could do to make me yield. If I would have walked away, Lac would have followed me.”

“What a prick. Did he tried to threaten your siblings or anyone else you care about?”

“I’m certain he was about to do that. But Julia barged in before he could even say anything. Thankfully. I don’t if I would have been able to hold back more if Nebra, Solid or Noelle would have been threaten by him. Or you.”

“How can I blame you for that?”

Of course she couldn’t. Vanessa knew how much Nozel could care deep down. It wasn’t open with him, at least compared to Finral and Asta who were also deeply caring. But Nozel cared a lot and this was one of Vanessas favourite traits about him.

Threatening Nozel himself wouldn’t bring anyone anything. But threatening the people he cared about the most, that was another story. Vanessa knew that and it wouldn’t be surprising if Lac Silva was well aware of that fact as well.

Nozels free hand was now softly caressing her cheek, so Vanessa did like him and pressed her other hand against his. They were in the middle of a crowd, everyone could see and at the same time, between all this chatting, it was also possible that no one would take notice of them. It didn’t matter anymore to Vanessa. She didn’t care if anyone could see them now. After all, both of them were ready to finally go out of secrecy.

“You’re beautiful…” Nozel whispered, so simple, so soft, so tender.

“Thanks, honey. You’re very dashing as well,” Vanessa replied with a smile. She had been so happy to see that he was wearing the cape she had made him months ago. He even got himself a new ceremony suit to go with it! Vanessa knew that burgundy would suit him and even better, Nozel was wearing that cape with such pride. A fact that filled her with immense happiness.

Handsome. Just so handsome in every way.

Nozel sighed deeply, before asking, “Did everything went fine for you so far? Did you got no troubles with anyone from nobility?”

“Aw, you’re so sweet when you’re worried about me. But nothing happened so far. For most nobles, I’m just the infamous Drunken Witch of the Black Bulls. Not worth to take notice of.”

“You’re worth to me.”

“Which is good, I care about how feel than about noble jerks I don’t even know yet. But as a future wife to a royal Head of House, I might going to know them. Even though I really have no idea what is expected from such a role. Your horrible old man to be rather an exception on that matter.”

Nozel had blushed when she talked about being a future royal wife. Of course, they haven’t properly talked yet about wedding and marriage and such, but like auntie Océane told her lately, it was just a matter of time at this point. And Vanessa was more a person to call a cat a cat.

Still, Nozel smiled at her and pointed with his head to a direction. “You see this man over there? The giant with the white mane, wearing the crimson and golden ceremony suit. This is Achilles Vermillion, current head of house Vermillion, ancient captain of the Crimson Lions and grandfather of Mereoleona, Fuegoleon, Leopold, Kirsch and Mimosa. And three other Vermillions. I won’t bother you with all his other Vermillion relatives.”

“You did told me once it is a rather big house. Hm… he looks like an arrogant prick.”

“He actually is. I did told you that he loves putting shade on us Silvas for multiple reasons. It doesn’t matter if he gets contradictory, Achilles Vermillion would never admit it, he has too much arrogance for that. Apparently, it was already like that while my grandfather had been alive, always afraid if the other house was making better, always throwing shade, always brag if the own house was making better. Then it was with my mother and then me.”

“Gosh. And here I thought that most Vermillions were nice. Five of his grandchildren are amazing people. But to be fair, I don’t know many Vermillions. I don’t know many royals in general.”

“Six of his grandchildren are good people. Geneviève Vermillion is also very likable, I’ll admit. She became a nun, which isn’t common for royalty, but at least she is happy. The other two, though… they got the arrogance of most royals.”

“And who’s the old frail lady next to that Achilles prick?”

“His wife, lady Violet. Her situation is probably what awaits most royal spouses when you’re married to house head, especially in arranged marriages. Be quiet, staying in the shadow of your spouse and giving heirs to the house. Nothing else. Or you try to play a game and become someone important, you gain your own power. Lac is of course part of the second option. But he is still rather an exception, because of how far he came by playing the game for his own goals. He played everyone like a fiddle and Achilles regrets to not have him in his house. Lac came from a lost noble house and managed to reach the top. But of course, his example is not one to follow, as he only worked for himself. I don’t want either of those two situations for you, Vanessa. I know you will never act like my father. But you see how quiet and invisible Violet Vermillion is. I refuse to let you become like this as well, it would be like a cage.”

“Nozel, I KNOW that you would never put me in a cage. That wouldn’t be you, with how much care and the person you are today. But I needed to know how being a spouse to a royal Head of House would be. Now, we both can make the difference. You’ve been carrying your house and mothers legacy for so many years alone. I want to be at your side, to help you and to make sure you can relax more often. I would a very bad girlfriend if I just let you be all alone again.”

Nozel didn’t answered, but the look in his eyes was worth more than thousands words. Vanessa wished she could kiss him, but this was rather difficult right now, in the middle of a crowd. Maybe if they could hide behind a pillar, just like captain Yami and captain Charlotte or Zora and Nebra… Vanessa grinned. That sounded like a plan.

But just as she took Nozels hand, a sound was heard from the other side of the ballroom, making them both turn towards that direction.

“What happened?” Vanessa asked.

“I don’t know. It looks like Mereoleona has to be hold back by her brothers to beat up someone. Probably a mere noble who might be rather desperate to court her. No one in their right mind would ever dare to court Mereoleona Vermillion.”

Vanessa chuckled. That sounded about right.

All the other people, even those around them, were now focused on the fire Vermillions and the poor lad that try to invite Mereoleona to dance of something. Nozel noticed that as well, as he put an arm around her waist and pulled her into a slow, deep kiss.

Vanessa was very taken aback by his action. After all, even with the focus being on someone else than them, they were still in the middle of a crowd. But it didn’t matter anymore. Vanessa gave in to the kiss, holding on Nozels shoulders as if her life depended on it.

Maybe it did.

“My gosh, honey. That was very bold, especially for someone like you.”

“I don’t care, I’m tired of keeping you a secret.”

Of course he did. And this was probably one of the traits Vanessa loved the most about him. She cupped his face again with one hand, looking lovingly into his eyes. One year ago, she would have never imagined to fall in love with him. But after Spade, it had been just a matter of time.

The orchestra started to play again, announcing a new dance, letting the dancers two to three minutes to find a partner and to join the dance floor.. And something with everyone’s reactions around them gave Vanessa uneasy feeling.

“Is it time already? For this betrothal-trap dance?”

“Yes. This is the music for the Three Leaves Waltz, which goes practically hand in hand with the Three Leaves Glory ball. Officially, it’s not to engage anyone anymore, but this is still the main idea behind it. Especially for those nobles who demanded for this ball.”

“Like Lac…”

Nozel nodded. She could tell that he was nervous, but there was a determination in his eyes she has rarely witnessed before. He would fight for her, for them. If he was so determined, then she was too.

“Are you ready?”

“With you, always.”

Just like at the wedding of Finral and Finesse, Nozel lead her towards the dancefloor. Slowly, as if she was a true princess, showing her off, proud to have her at his side. It felt a bit like they were already married.

Vanessa heard gasps and whispering around them as they reached the still empty dancefloor. But she didn’t pay any attention to it, her entire focus was on Nozel, on the man she would spend the rest of her life with.

It was only as the preparation music stopped and that Nozel stood in front of her, one hand taking hers, the other on her waist, that Vanesa realized they were still the only couple on the dancefloor.

Were the others that shocked?

“Honey, is this fine?” Vanessa couldn’t help but whisper.

Nozel just smiled at her. He was clearly as nervous as she was, but it was still reassuring. Especially as he whispered back, “Just look at me, Vanessa. It doesn’t matter what others think of us.”

Yes, he was right.

The music started.

And from this moment on, nothing else and no one else mattered. It was just them swaying across the dancefloor, only looking at each other.

Vanessa couldn’t take her eyes from Nozel and he kept looking at her as if she was a dream come true. Maybe she was for him. He certainly was for her. A dream she never realized she had before and it became true before she ever knew how much she wished for it.

He hold her hand and her waist firmly, but still in such a tender way. His eyes were full of love. It felt like they weren’t in the ballroom anymore, but somewhere else, a place only the both of them were aware of.

Vanessa smiled and felt her heart melt as Nozel smiled back. There was no need to hide their love anymore.

♣♣♣

Fuegoleon smiled as he watched his rival dancing with his beloved across the dancefloor. Alone, while everyone was staring at them, mostly in shock. Of course, no one would have thought that Nozel Silva would dance with Vanessa Enoteca, the Drunken Witch of the Black Bulls. It was a sight to see the couple dancing all alone and he was still surprised that Nozel, who always hated to be in the spotlight, had for once no issues about it.

Maybe because he was too much focused on Vanessa to realize that they were the only couple on the dancefloor.

The only couple on the dancefloor during the famous Three Leaves Waltz, which was supposed to officially engage people to each other behind their backs. The supposed highlight of the Three Leaves Glory ball.

Probably for the first time in his life, Nozel openly made nobility understand that he didn’t care about what they desired from him. Fuegoleon smiled, he knew that his rival deserved that.

Fuegoleon side-glanced at Lital, who had her arm on his and was watching at the dancing couple with pride. He remembered how his beloved came to him after her first day of work for Soie Velours and telling him that she had found out who Nozels secret lover was. Of course, Fuegoleon already knew that it was someone who wasn’t a noble nor another royal. But it still surprised him that it had been Vanessa Enoteca of all people. His first suspect had been Dorothy, but despite being more or less close, he never had felt any spark between her and Nozel.

But with Vanessa, he could see and feel the sparks. Fuegoleon might not know how those two found each other, but it was obvious much Nozel and Vanessa loved each other. Even though many nobles couldn’t see it.

“What a scandal,” a noble lady whispered next to him, a glass of champagne in her hand. Actually, she wasn’t a noble, but a royal. His own aunt, lady Leocadia Vermillion. Still looking pretty young for her age.

Fuegoleon didn’t like his aunt. In fact, the only aunt he loved was Océane. Who was looking proudly at her nephew dancing with a witch. So, this would mean that she wasn’t surprised, maybe she even knew it before.

“This… This can only be a mistake, right?” another noble lady whispered in a panicking voice. Oh, lady Cristal Vitrail. Fuegoleon wasn’t surprised she was a bit panicked. After all, her older daughter was considered a top candidate for Nozels future wife.

“A mistake, ladies? I don’t think so,” Lital replied with a very innocent voice. “Why would lord Nozel ever risk to make a mistake in front of everyone? We all know that this is not his style.”

Aunt Leocadia was about to reply, when Rosette Vitrail, lady Cristals younger daughter, looking gracious in her dark grey dress and the lilies at the bottom in three different shades of pink, stepped from behind the group.

“I’m certainly not an expert. But I think that they look beautiful together.”

Fuegoleon smiled. He didn’t know lady Rosette a lot, but right now, she seemed to be one of the most intelligent persons in this ballroom.

“You are right, lady Rosette. They look indeed beautiful, do they not?” Fuegoleon replied, putting some authority in his last sentence. Which had the effect he expected, as the other nobles around him immediately started to agree with him.

Sometimes, it was a good thing to use his royal authority.

“Then, why shouldn’t we join them on the dancefloor? After all, it’s not like this particular waltz can betrothed people to each other,” Fuegoleon continued with an innocent smile. “Pardon me, aunt Leocadia, I have to leave you alone now. Lital, would you do me the honour?”

“Of course.”

He lead Lital to the dancefloor, amused that some couples immediately followed their example. Like Yami and Charlotte.

“Do you still want to do it this night?” Lital asked after a moment, while they were swaying across the dancefloor.

“Yes, my dearest. It would help Nozel and Vanessa, not to mention Yami and Charlotte as well, so that the gossip won’t fall completely upon them. We both know how destroying this can be. And also… we waited for ten years, don’t you agree.”

Lital just smiled, her nacreous eyes brightening up as she did. Fuegoleon smiled back while leading her gracefully across the dancefloor.

Yes. Tonight would be a huge step towards the future, not only for Lital and himself.

♣♣♣

“Calm down, Yami. You’re disturbing the dance, just saying.”

“Forget the dance, I need to have a closer look.”

“I can’t forget the dance, since were dancing right now, in this very moment. That you’re worried about Vanessa, I can understand. But you don’t need to overreact like an overprotective brother, there’s nothing to worry about.”

“Nothing to worry about? She’s dancing with Bird Braid of all people!”

“They’re a couple.”

“That makes it even worse.”

Charlotte hold back a laugh. She didn’t know which was funnier. The fact that Yami was ridiculously upset about Nozel and Vanessa being a couple or the fact that despite his Ki-reading, he still haven’t realized that she wasn’t surprised by the reveal, which meant that she already knew.

Vanessa and Charlotte had agreed to not tell their respective boyfriends about their discovery before the ball. On one hand it was because Nozel and Yami were still rather stiff with each other, even though there was no hate like this between them. But this wasn’t the main reason. To be fair, it was more Vanessas idea, because she thought their reaction could be funny to witness, especially Yamis.

Well, she had been right about that one.

Charlotte just rolled her eyes as Yami tried again to have a better view on Nozel and Vanessa.

Which made them sway right into the third or fourth couple since the start of this dance. Thankfully, it was Gauche and Grey this time.

“You two, keep an eye on Bird Braid and Vanessa. Order from your captain.”

“No, enjoy your dance. There’s nothing to get all fed up about, trust me. I’ll handle your captain, okay?”

Grey was of course blushing terribly and Gauche looked upset for a second, then confused. After glancing suspiciously at Nozel and Vanessa waltzing peacefully, his eyes turned back to Grey. And Gauche seemed to conclude that it was better to trust the captain of the Blue Roses and to focus on his dance partner, who also happened to be his secret crush.

Yami looked like he was about to pout. “My whole squad prefers to obey you than me.”

“Yami, now you’re overreacting.”

“But it’s true! Every time you visit and we had a, well, half-heated discussion, those idiot brats always took your side. And they don’t even know that we’re together yet! As if it wasn’t enough that Luck is attacking me for being with you. Damn, why is he so overprotective, is not the older sibling out of you both.”

“No, he isn’t attacking you every now and then because we’re in a relationship. Luck is attacking you in repay for those ten years you couldn’t tell my feelings for you despite your Ki-reading. At least, this is what he told me.”

“Are you going to hold it against me for the rest of our damn lives?”

“No, I won’t! But Luck will, that much I can tell you. It just gives him an opportunity and an excuse to try to fight you. You know how Luck is.”

“Yeah, sadly.”

Now, Yami was definitely pouting, which made Charlotte unable anymore to hold back her giggle. For heaven’s sake, he could be such a child sometimes.

“Yami, stop making that stupid face, you aren’t five years old anymore.”

“Hey, you’re younger than me!”

“By one year, which doesn’t mean much for adults like us. And no, I won’t let you go over Nozel and Vanessa to play the overprotective father figure. Let them enjoy their dance.”

“That’s bullshit, I need to make sure that this stupid braided face is serious with one of my brats.”

“Oh, trust me, Nozel is more than serious about Vanessa. And she’s also more than serious about me, trust me.”

“Bird Braid, who has at least three sticks up his ass, and Vanessa, who can’t be serious for too long even when she’s not drunk? Serious about each other.”

“I know they are. Vanessa told me and I have honestly no reason to not believe her. So you can trust me on that.”

A beat.

Charlotte hold back a laugh as he saw on his face that Yami was finally connecting the dots.

“Vanessa told you… Hang on a minute! So ya already knew before they danced together all alone this fucking waltz or tango or whatever this is called?”

“It’s a waltz. And yes, I knew already. But to be fair, I only learned about not even a week ago. It was in Soie Velours shop, we came to try our ball gowns on the same day. And before you ask, yes, Vanessa told me a lot how she and Nozel found each other and just so you know, it was HER idea to not tell you or Nozel about it.”

“You mean, I just learned about Bird Braid and Vanessa before he learned about you and me?”

“Probably yes. And right now, Nozel is certainly too focused on Vanessa to even notice us.”

“At least something.”

“Oh, come on, don’t be so petty. And again, yes, Nozel is very serious about his relationship with Vanessa. Have you seen the diadem she’s wearing? It was a gift from him.”

“Yeah, and what’s so special about that shiny crap?”

“It has emotional worth. That diadem belonged to his mother, the late Acier Silva.”

“Shoot, are ya serious? Okay, forget what I said, I take shiny crap back. “

Charlotte smiled. At least, he was aware that Acier Silva was a very important topic for Nozel, so the present of this particular diadem to Vanessa was proof enough how serious he was.

“So, would you please do like Nozel with Vanessa and only focus on me for the rest of the waltz? I would love to enjoy fully to dance with you and not to hold you back to spoil the joy of another couple.”

Yami grumbled something, but in the end smiled at her and finally, finally they could fully enjoy their waltz.

Her boyfriend was maybe not the best or the most enthusiastic dancer, so she was mostly the one leading, but Charlotte didn’t mind. It was a wonderful feeling, to be in his arms and to turn around, forgetting everything and everyone around them.

Charlotte closed her eyes and pressed herself closer to Yami, way closer that it was supposed to be for a waltz. But she didn’t care. Her duties and her discipline were for her squad, not for her noble status and her house. Honestly, the only Roselei she truly loved was her mother. And maybe she had some affection for her cousin Josephine.

Yami hold her closer, softly and finally relaxing. It was good that he could be just calm and enjoy the moment, even during a ball like this. Charlotte smiled, while turning around with him. This was how she wanted the rest of her life to be.

But of course, the music and the waltz had to end, bringing them back to reality. And of course, Yami was getting all tense again because of seeing Nozel and Vanessa disappearing behind one of the golden pillars.

“Prickly Queen, ya sure I shouldn’t follow them, just in case.”

“Yes, I’m sure! Try to get a distraction to calm you down. And no, I don’t mean smoking any cigarettes by that or having a toilet break.”

“I don’t want to take a dump anyway and I haven’t brought any cigarettes with me.”

“William is at the buffet, choosing for a drink. How about you catch up with him? It would distract you more or less from Vanessa and Nozel and you always have good talks with him.”

“Yeah, from our days at the Grey Deers and as rivals. Good ol’ times. Ya right, I might catch up with him. Maybe even tell him we’re a thing now. I owe him a bit after all, as he gave me some hints about how there was sexual tension between us and he even got fed up about… how dense I was, I think.”

Charlotte frowned slightly. William, fed up with something? He was one of the most patient people she knew. It certainly means a lot that he ended up frustrated with Yamis density. But to be fair, this was understandable.

“So, Prickly Queen, you wanna join me and Goldie Guts or do you prefer to check on your mum and your lil’ bro first? You haven’t talked to them since the start of this trappy party.”

“You’re right, I should spend a bit time with time, it would made Luck so happy. Go to William, I will join the two of you later.”

Charlotte put a rather passionate kiss on Yamis lips before they part ways. Yami joined William at the buffet, immediately putting a drink of his choice in his hand, while Charlotte went in the other direction, searching for her mother and her little brother.

But she couldn’t find Orchidea and Luck immediately. No wonder, there were many people in this ballroom. Some she knew, others she didn’t. Some she liked or at least appreciated, others she didn’t hold close to her heart at all. And others she just felt either respect for them or just plain neutrality.

It was really a game full of individual feelings towards many people and more complex than it looked like.

Charlotte saw one of her girls, Églantine, laughing with her bastard half-sister from the Silver Eagles. Grenadine, was it? At least some people from her noble family were accepting of her. Next to Églantine, there was also one of her younger brothers, Candid, a shy but very kind boy and their great-aunt Clémentine, who was very rebellious for an Évantail and for her age.

She saw Magna Swing and Noelle Silva arguing over something, while Asta looked he tried to compromise peacefully between his two squadmates, while Nero stood next to the trio, sipping her rose syrup with a neutral face.

Charlotte had witnessed enough scenes like this to know that it wouldn’t end in a big catastrophe. More or less. At least, Luck wasn’t involved.

Still, she wondered what the four Black Bulls were arguing about. Charlotte wouldn’t be surprised if it was about the revelation about Nozel and Vanessa. Didn’t Vanessa mentioned that Noelle knew about them? Well, with that in mind, Charlotte could imagine many reasons why Magna and Noelle started to argue and why Asta had to try to go between them to mediate.

Charlotte decided to not interfere at all and to continue to search her mother and her brother. But still, Luck and Orchidea were nowhere to be find.

But she saw her aunt Rosamund again, walking firmly above the black marble floor.

Charlotte quickly look around, searching for a path to flee. She had avoided this particular aunt the best she could tonight, so that she wouldn’t find herself getting engaged to Reginald Évantail before she could even say Blue Rose.

Only that… unlike the other times she saw her, aunt Rosamund wasn’t in the company of Reginald Évantail.

Instead, she was talking to a servant. A servant wearing the attire of house Roselei.

Charlotte frowned. As far as her knowledge went, only royal servants were at service for tonight’s ball. Not servants from a noble house.

Also… she didn’t recognized that particular servant. Was he new? Did her mother engage him? She was one of the rare ones responsible for the servants within house Roselei. While aunt Rosamund always deemed herself as too precious to take care of mere servants. It was a common knowledge within house Roselei.

Then why was she talking to a servant? And why during a ball she demanded herself, along with others?

Something was fishy.

Aunt Rosamund and the servant disappeared. Charlotte couldn’t decide if it might be a good idea or not to follow them.

“Oh, Charlotte, you are here! How nice to see you.”

Charlotte jumped, but relaxed immediately as she recognized Rill, looking so dashing and adorable in his white shirt with long puffy sleeves, his silky bright blue vest with pink and green patterns and his dark blue and dark green pants. Colourful, like the artist he was.

“Hello, Rill. Do you enjoy this ball so far?”

“Oh yes, despite all traps of betrothal and such, but I wouldn’t let this spoil my fun. I think I’m going to paint a big canvas of this ball starting tomorrow. And besides, I think that after that Three Leaves Waltz, all trap plans have taken a serious hit. And just because Nozel danced with Vanessa. Oh, have seen how beautiful they were? Dancing so gracefully, like angels, looking like the perfect image of love. I shall make a painting of their dance as well, don’t you think? It’s a surprise, but amazing still. Oh, and I saw you kiss Yami behind a pillar at the start of the ball, congratulations! I’m so happy you’re finally together.”

“I… thank you,” Charlotte replied, a bit overwhelmed by Rills enthusiasm. Then again, that was just typical of Rill.

“Isn’t amazing? Six captain are happily in love and in a relationship?”

“Wait, six?”

“Of course! Kaiser is happily married for decades, it’s only a matter of days now before Fuegoleon is betrothed to Lital, Nozel and Vanessa are the image of love, you and Yami are finally together and I’m happy with my beloved Charmy.”

Charlotte blinked. It took her a few seconds to realize what her youngest colleague just said.

“You and Charmy?”

Had she missed anything?

“Yes, I finally found out who my goddess was. I was rather stupid for not realizing it sooner, but that isn’t a big deal anymore, Charmy is now my girlfriend. Now only Jack, William and Dorothy are still single.”

“But… when?”

“Oh, just a few days after our return from Spade. Wait, you don’t know? Haven’t we told you all already? I thought we did. Oh, so this is what we forgot to do? Charmy and I had the feeling we forgot something, but I never remembered what it was.”

Charlotte, still overwhelmed, was about to reply when something small and kinda white caught her eye.

Just were aunt Rosamund were standing with that unknown servant, a small piece of paper had fallen. Had it fall from her aunt or from the servant.

Charlotte immediately went to pick it up, Rill of course following her.

“Oh, what’s that?”

“I have no idea. One of my aunts had been there not even a minute ago, maybe she dropped in inadvertence.”

Still, the feeling of something being fishy didn’t left Charlotte. Instinctively, she unfolded the piece of paper.

The order of the letters didn’t make any sense to her. Still, something about it was familiar. Hadn’t she seen something similar just recently?

It looked a bit like the coded message Sol and Asta found during their last mission in the Common Realm…

A sudden uneasy feeling waved over Charlotte, as a terrible thought came to her mind. If that small piece of paper had the same code like the message from the Common Realm… And if it truly fell from her aunt… Wouldn’t that mean that Rosamund…

Charlotte couldn’t be sure, but her gut feeling, as Yami called it, told her to take action right now.

“Rill, I have a terrible suspicion. Maybe this has to do with the thievery happening in the Common Realm.”

“Wait, what?”

“I can’t tell you more, maybe I’m wrong and maybe I’m panicking over nothing. But still, we can’t be certain. Try to be as discreet as you can and find the Wizard King. Plus, try to warn at least the other captains, but again, as discreetly as you can. We can awake any suspicions from most nobles present tonight.”

“I will do that. But what about you?”

“I have to follow my guts feeling. Don’t worry about me.”

And with that, Charlotte ran towards the direction Rosamund disappeared earlier.

[jafanadis]

Full Name: Surinavi Dornkitiya

Nickname: Suri, Foxy Lady, Kitsune, Zashiki-Warashi, Chibi

Age: 24

Gender: Transfem (She/Her)

Orientation: Bi

Height: 4’3

Species: Otacaian (Bannarai)

Nationality: Bitsunarokese

Occupation: Pilot

Alliance: The Jade Owls

Alignment: Protagonist

Theme Song: Walking On Snow by Jordin Sparks

Character Song: Morning Field from Tekken 2

Voice Claim: Nadia Fortune from Skullgirls and Koko from Pokémon (Kimlinh Tran)

About

Suri was raised in the Dornkitiya House, one of the most influential houses throughout The Bannarai Republic, her father is a politician and her mother is a judge. She has over several brothers and sisters, all who have very good careers. All except for her, Suri was always the mischievous problem child. Suri did not have a good relationship with her father at all. Her father was a traditionalist guy who would beat his children with rods if they did anything to upset him, he used the rod on Suri multiple times. Each time, Suri would give back a sarcastic or comedic remark rather than crying, and this would only make him spew out such horrible things saying that she was a disgrace to the household. As Suri grew older she realized that she was a transwoman and went through her sex change operation awake without the use of anesthesia or painkillers. She did this after her father called her a coward and decided to do this as a way to show him she wasn't. In the past, transfem Bannarai would do this kind of surgery awake to test their endurance, she went through with it, but her father just thought she was stupid. As soon as she was able to, she stole a ship and left the Republic. News of Suri stealing a ship had a negative effect on her father’s career and he vowed to kill her if she ever returned. Through her travels, she became a pirate and a treasure hunter and eventually crossed paths with Lellain. She came to see him as a little brother and later on as a romantic partner. Suri went out of her way to do things for him, she stole money to give him his top surgery, she bailed him out of problematic situations, and they both got arrested by the Jithran Guards together. In fact, Suri was one of the criminals who staged a jailbreak and stole the prototype prison ship which would then be came to be called The Falaina, their group eventually became The Jade Owls. Suri is currently the pilot of the ship and the real head of The Jade Owls, even putting Miri and Haerile in their places.

Personality

Suri is very anti-authoritarian, rebellious, stubborn and mischievous. She also has a brash, free-spirited, sassy, quick-witted, and confident streak about herself, being one of those people who spits in the face of danger. Suri also has a big mouth, often making chide or sarcastic comments to her teammates whenever they act out against each other, and she has a tendency to become ferociously angry when her limits are pushed.

Miscellaneous

Suri speaks with an accent which, to Human ears, sounds a bit like Korean (like the culinary YouTuber, Maangchi).

She has the power to use Cryokinesis, which is like a cross between Hydrokinesis and Psychokinesis, and gives the user to control ice, snow, and frozen water. She can form weapons made of ice, send a ray of ice toward her opponents to temporarily freeze them, she can also generate ice from her hands, freeze or cool water, and use ice breath.

Suri has a history with Lan Tha, one of the Jade Owls’ enemies, she absolutely refuses to discuss it, even with Lellain. She can become a bit…aggressive when you don’t drop the subject. She REALLY doesn’t want to talk about her past with them. Don’t even think of pressuring her into doing so.

Suri thinks Russell is a cutie-pie and likes to mess around with him, but in a teasing way. She will occasionally nose-boop him, hug him, even lick his face. She does it for fun and not for anything malicious.

She is the third oldest member of The Jade Owls behind Itzapa and Derrick.

She is the shortest member of The Jade Owls, measuring at 4’3.

Suri does not like being around other Bannarai and has a deep loathing for Bannarai Culture seeing it as restrictive. Bannarai culture emphasizes conformity and social harmony above all else and there is a great pressure on children to perform to their best and conform to the aspects of Bannarai society. If you don't act like everyone else you are shunned. Suri absolutely hated growing up in this environment. In addition she finds other Bannarai boring and uninteresting.

Like all Bannarai she has the ability to use Nightmare Eyes, meaning she can make her pupils glow.

Otacaia, and all of its characters, species, races, information, et al © Jafan Adis, 2022-2024, All Rights Reserved.

[m3q3kic]

Alr I wanted to write some fanfic or whatever ik its going to take a whole fucking year to finish this shit but I was bored with no commission to write any ways story

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You just came to the herta space station for some refuelling well no you will have none of that theres some antimatter Legion attacking it after you just came back from destroying a stellaron with ton of antimatter Legion chasing after you!

*violin music*

"What's is that!" people that work here yelled as the antimatter Legion destroy the area

dan heng stabs the monster with his teal staff

you can hear asta yelling to lead an evaluate

As well hear arlan fighting off some antimatter Legion back there and make sure everyone is gone to the head control room

March 7th, dan heng, and you run past the antimatter Legion it scratches your arm but you have to thank your mechanical arm for saving you having a huge wound later

As you three make your way more down hill and get rid of those monsters you see an unconscious man with grey hair back and orange clothing too "hey guys quickly come here there's and person here!" you yell out to your co workers as you put down your swords and guns

Dan heng goes and checks out the guy "... Weak heart beat and pulse... March. You better do CPR" dan heng tells March "huh?!! Hehe.. I-i never done it before (your name) you do it!" March 7th freaks out which then makes you embarrassed and freak out" what?!? No way I never done IT before dan heng you do it! " red dust appearing on your cheeks

the guy looks fine but you don't know how old he is your only 18 a newly adult that hasn't matured only a little when concentrating as you were freaking out bc ur were imagining kissing the guy☠️

dan heng literally dove in to the guys lips to do CPR the guy then perceived to wake up March and I pushed dan heng away to check on the dude

"Wait stop it hes awake!" March yelled I helped the guy up " are you all right? Can you hear me? Can you remember your name?" March 7th asked the guy" I don't remember a thing.." the rando said "awe this ain't good.. Can you try harder at least you can remember your name. " "my name is caelus" newbie answered "nice to met you my name is dan heng this is March 7th and that over here is (your name) " March and you both nod at caelus

"This space station is under attack by the antimatter Legion we came to help to rescue at the request of lead Reasercher asta" dan heng explain to caelus "antimatter Legion?" you can that caelus was in deep confusion "goons own by Aeon of destruction your even lucky that the most dangerous lord ravager among them isn't around just some nasty minions" you explained to caelus as well trying to act a bit tough "we'll take out those invaders soon don't worry" March as well explain with a smile

caelus then asked about lead researcher asta "uh huh a pettie cutie with pink hair Madame herta appointment her to be acting lead researcher" March was confused about caelus not knowing who lead researcher asta is "that girl really needs to step up I can't believe her own employee doesn't know her name"  March told you and dan heng "where should I go" caelus looked scare and nervous

"back to the master control zone asta and the other researchers gathered there" "plus that's were we park the astral express! Don't you worry we'll protect you from the monsters and clear up this mess! " March cheered" who are you guys" caelus asking and you were shocked that an employee from the herta space station didn't reconised you trailblazers even tho you guy always come here to stock up on supplies maybe he isn't a employee after all

" dan heng, (your name) and I are members of the astral express crew"  " the express has some dealing with Madam herta so we come to visit the space station from time to time" dan heng always monotonous "we just came to arrive during this..uh.. invasion. Of course as a-ahem-crew of heros we're happy to lend a hand" March was nervously answering?" let's go then" caelus said looking stern " you March and (your name)  go back together. Arlan from the security department lost contact in the vicinity I need to find him first" " oh okay you make sure to stay save" you told him wishing for his safety an with that he left

"Hmm caelus maybe you take this is a bat it might help you in combat" you threw him a bat that you found laying around "just a suggestion tho you are safe as long as you stay with us" you told him putting a hand on your chest

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I'M WRITING THIS AT NIGHT I NEED SLEEP BUT I CAN'T 😭😭😭

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Beginnings ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Chapter 0 Final Pologue (4/7)

"9 years ago..."

*DBZ/One Piece : Loud Energy Explosions*

"THE SHATTERING"

Young Maka : Mama...Papa...Big Sister...Please...Help me!

Young Makoto : Oi. Don't fret. I'm here to save your life, I promise that no one would hurt you anymore.

Young Maka : You are...

Young Makoto : Makoto Asagiri. Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm going to save you from bad things that will ever happen to you. Please, take my hand and there will be nothing to be afraid of.

Young Maka : ...O...Okay! (hold hand with Makoto)

Young Makoto : You are finally safe with me now. I'm gonna get you to a safe place from here and please do not even fret with despair, no matter what happens. You'll still have hope within you.

Young Maka : ...(giggles) Hai, Makoto-san.

"9 years later..."

[Palais Garnier - Paris]

Makoto : ....[looks at a photo of Maka and himself as children] Maka...it's a been a long time since I first met you on that day. Ever since we were children, I could be the one that given your heart belonging to me and now I understand. Since you fret your self with frustration, I would make you smile again and look foward into seeing you again. (hears someone approaching) Oh, look who's back. Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre of the O'Lantern Family.

Jacqueline O'Lantern : Oi, Makoto-san. Still thinking about that girl you saved from 9 years ago after four-fifths of your home country being wiped out?

Makoto : It was a long time ago, I now remember clearly that she was the only friend that I ever wanted to have a fiance, she was the reason that I was chosen for her to be lover and yet I will reclaim her as my wife.

Jacqueline O'Lantern : That's something amazing. We usually worked together as a team, comrades that always stick together. We're on the right track, so It's hard to think that I'm fallen in love with a girl that a witch, I heard that she's a real beauty when it comes to being a cutie. Yeah, I've been slacking off lately, I was, uhh, in bit of a pickle.

Makoto : So what happened after you came into the foreign lands of the United States on the East Coast?

Jacqueline O'Lantern : After I got suspended after I botched another missions, I traveled to Quebec where I even met frenchie, Harvar D. Eclair and became friends on that occasion, but after making a pit stop in Vermont in order to catch a break, I met the girl that the force to told me to protect someone and that someone is Kimial Diehl, the girl who used called Kimiko she's a descendant of a witch who was executed 1000 years ago.

Makoto : Heh. Looks like you got the right girl and I got the right one. We're both doubt that we're comrades always sticking together. We have our respective female fiances.

Jacqueline O' Lantern : I got Kimial who is chosen as her protector...

Makoto : And I got Maka to be protected as well.

Kazuki : How's everything going, Makoto? Still wandering about the girl you saved all those years ago? I've known your progressing of fighting against to tie in with the detectives to fight against the evils that lurks danger in their eyes.

Makoto Asagiri : Kazuki Kuroshima.

Kazuki : That's Kazuki Kurosaki to you.

"Kazuki Kurosaki : Phantom of the Kuroshima".

Kazuki : So, the famous hero has decided to make a return to seeing the girl that he loves, but in most terms of it, you'd be slacking off after what happened in the country 9 years ago. My, My, I heard about you going in for a surprise.

Makoto : Lighten up, Kazuki. I did much of my time saving people's lives from those criminals and you had to ace it up, haven't you forgotten that I was the one who saved Maka's life before you saved someone's life, do you?

Kazuki : Of course, this young girl on this photo is exactly the girl who comes from a family of ninjas after the older brother went missing all those years ago. (photo of Tsubaki Nakatsukasa) I'd believe that she's also somehow connected to those Shattered Meister and this is the younger sisters of a world class famous ninja that presumed to be dead. Luckily man dressed in white as a Shinobi was the one that founded Tsubaki after she regained her passion when she revealed that her brother was killed by the creatures of the living dead, heartless.

Makoto : Yeah, those creatures born from a person's heart and bred from a thing that they call it "Darkness". That's the real reason Tsubaki decides to live alone as a Government agent working with another female ninja employee, Nightshade Hibana.

Kazuki : True, because the Nakatsukasa were allies to us and we helped the invasive Star Clan that were trying to put Japan in Darkness and would claim it as their own. But they left a certain child to be carried away by the heartless, living in the shadows when he realizes that Shinra's Influence has made him too cocky and I Kazuki of the Kuroshima, has grown tired of his attitude. That's why Tsubaki has fallen for me, she was a girl who is worth the money from the Yakuza after Nightshade Hibana.

[Invaders - Jun Senoue]

(foosteps running)

Jean : Kazuki, Makoto, Jacqueline!

Jacqueline : Jean!

Makoto : What's the rush!

Jean : We have information that the heartless have made a comeback after the seeker of Darkness, Ansem was defeated by one of the Keyblade wielders. Ansem is seeking a revenge plot to destroy the only source that brought the heartless attention' due to the influence of the Kusakabe Legacy.

Makoto : What about the intrusion in Paris?

Jean : I'm afraid so. It appears that we caught someone that has the ability to turn into a shadow which somehow has connection to the Nakatsukasa that wanted Tsubaki dead and you Kazuki meddling with it somehow.

Makoto : There's what?

*CHAINS SHACKLING*

Masamune : Oi, hanase! Get these chains of off me! I wanted to become a Kishin! Why are you taking me here!? Who do you think you are!?

Kazuki : My humble gratitude. Thank you brining this man that is Tsubaki Nakatsukasa's older brother. What's with the empty sack under his head?

Phantom Member : We got him good! Sora founded out that the ninja of the Nakatsukasa was founding disguising itself as a shadowy figure.

Kazuki : A shadowy figure, that's the same figure that was targeting a village and Tsubaki as well! You there, unveil this man's face for me!

Phantom Member : Yes sir! (removes sack to unveil Masamune's head)

Makoto : No way, the Masamune that Tsubaki loves is...

*DBZ SFX : Shock*

Jacqueline O'Lantern : Yeah, Just as I expcected. A heartless in disguise. According to the villagers, he was possessing the hearts and souls of the villagers after he went missing all of those years before Kazuki even met Tsubaki to be fallen for him.

Makoto : So that's what got the Heartless Attention? It's that damn legacy Maka was being under the influence. Someone's getting the attention to these guys.

Heartless Masamune : Why is everybody looking at me! I'm no heartless, I'm human! All I wanted was to see my sister smile again, I don't know how to begin with! I wanted her heart and Soul just to become the Kishin! That's what makes me evil to bring ultimate power!

Kazuki : Enough of your lies, Heartless scum! I saw you stealing people's hearts and souls, and you tried to take Tsubaki's away, you calling yourself a brother to Tsubaki, you aren't Masamune Nakatsuaksa that I known about! You took his personality so that you would become something else! If you ever lay a finger on her, I would mercifully kill you! Don't you remember, your family helped my clan to stop the Star Clan that were actually monster or heartless that tried to take over a village, saving lives and protect the light in her heart.

[Sad Servant - Fumie Kumatani]

Kazuki : You only wanted to see your sister again do you, and a heartless like you, you just wanted to kill her so that you want to steal her heart and soul.

Heartless Masamune : I don't know why Lord Death wanted to call me a Kishin. I don't want to die like this. I just wanted the hearts and souls for power, how can I become like this? What amI? Who am I?

Makoto : A heartless, creatures that are born from within the darkness and bred from people's hearts. That's what humans calls you and not an evil person. You maybe Tsubaki Nakatsukasa's brother, but you're just a heartless doppelganger like Ansem was.

Jacqueline O'Lantern : You were created and manipulated to think that you were going to become a thing called a Kishin, but you're not. That Kishin you said was nothing more to lie, lies hurts when it comes to overcome the truth. You got to accept it and let truth being vein.

Heartless Masamune : I'm heartless, not a Kishin? So all of this...all of this was for nothing! All those lies. All of these lies, I hurt people! (before killing himself with light) DAMN YOU, SHINRAAAA-!

*DBZ SFX : Energy Ball Impact+Collapse*

Heartless Masamune : (vanishes leaving a Heartless Emblem on the floor)

Jacqueline O'Lantern : (picks up the Heartless Emblem object ) So this is what brought the attenton of the heartless, Looks like this Darkside Death guy was behind all of this. Was Maka meddling with the heartless too?

Makoto : Could, Jacqueline. Heartless are created to fool the humans, witches, and including their selves! It's goddamn sick that Maka was being played by these creatures that were making a fool out of us! But they weren't foolish enough to destroy planets for a personal cover uup.

Jacqueline O'Lantern : I agree, that's why Kimial is always with me and I needer her for her protection. So I was wondering, Makoto. When it comes Heartless, how does anyone know that the influence of Shinra Kusakabe is making us spread the lies?

Makoto : I know how. You heartless of the darkness can't fool me now with your lies, Shinra Kusakabe. This time, Maka will be mine.

~ Prologue 29 : Phantom's Justice ~

[muffindaddystyles]

Can you write overprotective long hair harry imagine?? Like he always hovers the reader when she is doing something or even nothing. Or when she needs to run errands he always go with even though its not required. And when reader fell sick he is full on mommy daddy mode dom!h vibes

A/N: OOPS I GOT EXCITED AND WENT OVERBOARD WITH IT :D

Harry’s awfully sweet. He’s a literal sweetheart with those marble sepia eyes, hazelnut curls and that big golden kind heart of his's.

But, to people he’s intimidating. From the black loiter of tattoos, a silver of piercing to the corner of his plush bottom lip and those long curls of his's that frays his broad strong shoulders turns everyone too giddy to talk to him and he's okay with that – bunch of loosers anyways whom he doesn’t want to waste his time on chit-chatting.

Then Y/N came into his life and his world flipped upside down, in a beautiful way (where he felt like floating into the crashing waves of crystal sea). It felt like she made him see the world through pink heart-shaped glasses and everyone’s just bursting into rainbows, puffaw! Boom! Their heads blasting with colourful confetti and ribbons.

Even though his slight grouchiness towards people lessened he still doesn’t gives two fucks before punching the shit out of someone if they in any way hurts, be rude and try to take physical and emotional advantage of, Y/N.

His bunny.

He’s too protective of her. And why wouldn’t he? She’s his everything. His little miracle and his hype-person, his lovie.

He’s the softest peach for her. The guy who walks and everyone scrambles away to give him a way, is whipped for his girlfriend.

He’s always having his strong arm looped around her waist when they’re out and walking, going to hold her hands instead if she’s too wiggly, keeping her close to his chest while he holds their coffees and sweets.

Whenever they’re doing grocery he’s always wheeling the cart around how much Y/N insists and pouts, he likes it that way. Hearing her blabber and skim her eyes down the ingredients labelled on the products then tossing it anyway with a shrug – makes him want to smooch her wet in kisses.

If they’re partying out with friends. Which they rarely do, (Y/N sometimes makes fun of them saying they’re getting too domestic day by day) he’s always having her put in his lap, his screwed up expression lazing when the alcohol starts to kick in and he’s just a blubbering mess of nonsense, and a very horn dog with his cock bloating up in his tight skinny jeans.

Not that he doesn’t let her have a breather and enjoy herself. He indeed does, they’ve a healthy relationship where they keep trust and faith in eachother.

But, sometimes he gets super jealous when people steal his little girlfriend away from him and once home he’s cuddling and oodling her, kissing her face all over with loud smacks and not letting her be away from him another second even it’s too bring him water or to get rid of his smelly socks.

Other times. When he’s particularly very jealous. The serious ones where Y/N unintentionally spends a tad more time at some of her classmates to wind up their upcoming project, he’s driving himself to pick her up and knocking at the door harshly and then dragging her out of there not letting her carry her stuff and huffing and puffing while throwing her things in the backseat.

Because Jeremy’s a sore rascal who’s shit at hiding his crush for Y/N and he should know better to whom she belongs. His innocent baby is too naive towards the possible hints and evil intentions of people.

“Oi. What got into you today?” She brushes the loose curl that escaped from his bun and let her fingers slide down his tight set angry jaw staring him a bit concerned upon seeing him this furious and ruffled up from nowhere.

“You’re mine,” Is all he'd respond. Smashing his lips against hers in a an ardent kiss and glide his palm down her ass to squeeze it and bring her closer grinning when she squeals into his mouth giving him a chance to slip his tongue in and kiss her deeper and sloppier.

“You’re a silly geese.” She giggles whisper into the mess of pecks and lock her elbows around his neck to give him an eskimo kiss.

“Watch y’mouth.” He glares her intensely loving the way Y/N gulps timidly bobbing her head.

“You’ll get a spanking today,” He always likes to warn her before hand. He wants her comfortable with him in every case and it’s downgrade monstrous to treat the person you love like a mean bitch out of blue -- so whenever she deserves a punishment he already announces her of it, warming her to the idea and giving her time to back away if she doesn’t want it.

“What did I’do now!” She whines and he nibbles onto his knuckle glancing her way in disbelief other hand on steering wheel, “What did y'do?” He asks her sternly. Spreading his palm over her thigh and squeezing it grimly.

“Did y'even care to look at the time, Y/N?” Oh boy. She’s in real trouble. Her name on his tongue never fails to turn her insides gooey and pause her heartbeat horribly. A red light for her to being bratty before she falls into the deep black dig of trouble.

Reaching home. He’s throwing her on the bed and demanding her to lay still on her tummy while he puts a pillow under her and spanks her bum sore with his rings imprinting her skin pink, though he never forgets to take care of her afterwards – putting a cool cream to soothe the burn and letting her sleep on his chest so she wouldn’t come in contact with the sheets as he kneads her asscheeks with gentle hands.

.

He could never have his hands to himself when she’s cooking and baking for them. Always, poking and prodding around having her head tucked under his chin, her embraced in his arms from back swaying them along to Hozier while she reads the recipe she wrote on one of the tiles.

“Stop!” She giggles, squirming in his arms when he blows raspberries against the dip of her neck and then creates growly noises biting and lapping into her skin, “You’re gonna burn our lunch!” She pressed her hips against his crotch to push him away and that warmed him more, delving his fingers more into her hips with a throaty groan.

“We could have a takeout.” His breath shuddery against her ear as he tries to pry the spatula away from her and kiss her grumpy whines down when the pots actually got burned, “I’ll wash and scratch them.” He’d assure picking her up and wrapping her legs around his hips and slipping his fingers in her hair to tug them and bring her mouth down against his’s to taste her.

“Wants to fuck you so bad, baby. My cock’s been weepy fo’ hours without your touch.” He groans, taking her hand and sneaking it inside his joggers to make her feel how stiff and erect he’s for her.

“I just gave you a blowie in the morning!”

“Blowie isn’t equivalent to fucking!”

.

“What y'readin,?” He scoots closer to her end of sofa with a smirk and towers over her trying to take a peek of whatever she’s reading with such intensity and then rake his warm palms up her calves to lay them over his thighs while he snuggles her wrapping a chonky blanket around them.

“Shhh baby girl, just want you to be more comfy.” He mumbles into her hair scratching his short nails against her scalp in soothing motions and watch her melt against his touch, eyes fluttering as she lurks dangerously to the verge of sleep.

“You always do that. Whenever the hot part’s about to come, you make me all sleepy.” She mutters laying her head against his clavicles gazing him up with hazy eyes, sighing in feign disappointment when he grins down at her in quite victory and gives her a sloppy kiss.

“What do y'need erotica fo’ baby? When your man’s the living walking momentum of sex.” He pouts, grazing his teeth down her neck and leaving a fresh hickey at her throat.

“That’s infact not, true. You’re such a cutie!” She beams up at him never failing to give him dancing butterflies in his stomach and he doesn’t admits it but he likes getting treated soft and gentle by his girlfriend.

“Such a shame. My own little love doesn’t find me sexy.” He grumps dramatically making her scramble hesitantly and turn to him in their tight embrace, cradling his face in her cold palms, “No. No. I find you sexy. I just don’t like sexualising you.” If Harry didn’t turn into a puddle before he indeed did now as he melted into her touch and kissed the inside of her hands lovingly.

“You’re sucha sap!” He whispers at her in fake offence and plant his lips against hers, patting her bum to make her hug him more tightly.

.

On cleaning and laundry day’s. He’s always helping her. As they scrub and mop the floors together, might fuck on them bubbly floors too if Harry’s lusty gaze remains on her spilling tits for too long.

“Thinks your floral bra needs a wash too, moppet.” His gradual attempts to lure her with his fingers stroking her thighs seductively always turns into a win when she nods shyly into his neck and let him have an easy access to her panties.

They’re always having a warm, full of essence bath together cleaning and washing the dirt off eachother after that.

Then sharing a cuppa tea while folding their clothes together on the bed and he’s always trying to tackle her into mattress when she laughs at his terribly folded clothes compared to her neatly binded ones.

“Your sucha menace,” He jests with his nose skewered up while he smacks her ass.

“Talk for yourself, Styles.” She retorts, tangling her knee around his waist and pulling him down into him. Puffing out relaxed breaths upon feeling safe and protected under his weight and Harry always smiles into the crook of her neck when she tries to cuddle him as if she wants to be his skin.

..

He’s the most daddiest when she’s drunk, sick or stressed.

Never letting her go out of his sight when she’s dancing on the floor with her friends. If some man even tries to approach her and breaths in her direction he’s sprinting towards her and pawing at her hips to situate her closer to him whilst blowing those potential guys off with a monotone expression.

“Harry! Do a lil dancey dance with me!” She giggles, making him sway with her and looking up at him with glassy floaty eyes.

“Bunny. ‘s late, time to go home.” He tells her, pinching her chin to plant his lips against hers and she squirms giving him a timid smile, “Okie. But I’ve to pee.”

“Me too!” Her friends chimes from behind her and Harry rolls his eyes playfully, gesturing all of them to follow him.

“C’mon you spies, not lettin’ ya’ll go alone.”

He waits for them outside the washroom while they do their business and he has his arms always splayed open for when his lovie comes back and he’s welcoming her in his embrace warmly with a sweet smile.

Dying with fond injecting in his every vein when she slurs and blabbers, “Home.”

Walking her up the stairs of their flat’s building is the most hefty struggle while she’s a sleepy, clumsy and giggly muck of doe gleaming eyes and swollen pretty lips drooling over Harry testing his patience while he makes her take one step at a time.

“Darling, bunny, just some mo' steps lovin’.” He coos at her, putting a firm hand under her bum and heaving her up into him so she doesn’t falls.

“Mhmmm you’re so pretty, daddy.” Harry’s head snaps in surprise as he stares down at her in adoring amusement and push her head under his chin while she slings her arms around his waist lazily.

Sometimes, she gets him so flustered he doesn’t know how to respond.

She whines and cries in dishevelment when Harry makes her sit on the cold marble counter and wipes her makeup off.

“I just wan’ to sleep!” She toes at his torso trying to push him away but he grabs it and tuts, glowering at her strictly, “You’re g'na complain in the mornin’. Sleepin’ with makeup makes ye' breakout remember?” When she still huffs and slumps giving him a hard time to clean her he’s pinching her chin and giving her a gentle jerk.

“Bunny. Stop with ye' battiness.” He grunts not letting his facade slip when she mewls stroking her cheek up and down his lightly stubble covered cheek softly.

“Else what? Y'never punish a sleepy bunny.” She smirks at him foppishly and lazily knowing damn well that one of thing Harry doesn’t do’s tease or punish her when she’s tuckered out and on the edge of sleeping on him.

“You don’t test me bratty woman.” She squeals when he takes hold of her panties to pull them down her legs, slapping her mound once discarding it in the hamper and he sighs when she’s already snoring lightly, slobbering his throat with her mouth parted comically.

After pattering her face with loving kisses he’s tucking her under the layers of blankets and letting her use him as her stuffie.

..

“Aw poor baby.” He mumbles, kissing her forehead when he finds her burning up against him and he’s quickly rummaging for thermometer from the night stand and the tissues he had stashed for emergencies.

“I don’t feel good,” His heart breaks when Y/N croaks out weakly and tries to crawl up his chest to stuff her face in his musky neck but her frail limbs gives out making her cry out.

“It’s okay bunny, ‘s okay. How but I make you some soup. Then y'take your medicines like a good girl of mine, then if your condition gets worse we’ll go to doctor, yeah baby?” He talks to her gently and sweetly, stroking her hair and peppering kisses to her temples.

“Just last bite, moppet.” Harry hovers the spoon infront of her and sighs when she shakes her head pushing his wrist away, “I’ll puke.” She sniffs blowing her nose harshly in the tissue .

“The bin’s right here, bunny.” He smoothens his hand down her spine putting the tray aside carefully to snuggle and comfort her as she cries softly against his chest.

“’M so sorry baby, you’ll be alright in the morning.” He couldn’t see her in such condition. It pulls and tugs at his heart so painfully he feels himself hurting.

“Oi. Why you crying, hmm?” He cups her cheek and makes her look at him as she skims her eyes away from him jn embarrassment.

“I —- You’re so caring and loving, treats me so good and it makes me c.. cr–-,” She hiccups finding it hard to breath and Harry rubs her back, whispering affinities in her ear making her finally sob, “Cry....” He chuckles softly pelting kisses upon kisses on her puffy eyelids, soaky dried up cheeks, her frowned up forehead, her wobbly chin and her nipping love bites down her chest then blowing raspberries at his own slick covering her skin making her giggle through her hiccups.

“I love you.” She whispers droopily, head lulling to his chest when the effect of medicine finally starts to kick in.

“I love you too, I want my healthy and happy bunny back.” He mumbles, inhaling a huge puff of her scent and squishes her lovingly.

[eldritch-spouse]

Since we're all basically in a big monster fan club, how would your ocs handling big group of human fans.

I know ,Santi, Grimbly,Fank-e would absolutely love the attention all for different reasons.

Morrell and Vinnel would go on a slaughter spree on their groupies for of course different reasons.

I think Obie and Ludwig wouldn't like it that well get weirded out.

Mervin would kinda like it but also be extremely suspicious.

Breg would probably also get excited to see his fans while his conscience is screaming DANGER!!!

Gallon is assigning a tentcale to each fan, probably suspicious as well.

Patches is dead, his head exploded he didn't except so many cuties at once. He probably trying to remember if he did some type of attraction spell. Probably scared when the groupies first appear , he thinks their an angry mob.

Nebul suspicious but starts assigning collars and pet names to his fans.

Fasma would have a heart attack. He probably thought his fans were a gang that he angered. Even if they clear it up and say they're his fans. He'll be weird out and tell his fans they need therapy. (Which is funny coming from him.)

Sybastion would probably think his group of fans to be a group of mimic hunters. He is freaking the fuck out.

Belo probably think all his fans are strange group of super religious people . But when they clear it up their not he'll probably be so shy and blushing so much. Is this what being a Sidar feels like. (The phrase HEATHEN ANGEL is appearing in his head the whole time.)

Let's be honest here Krulu would probably expect this to happen. He probably gonna oder them to game end themselves . To please him.

To be honest most of them would be hella suspicious when group of humans appear saying that their all fans. Probably the worst thing to do in most cases.

Santi, I guess would be the safest because he would probably think he in a strong heat.

👏👏 Generally correct. :>

You think Mervin's going to be suspicious for more than two seconds before giving in? Come on. Obie's tentatively putting music on to make people chill and maybe focus on something else other than him.

No one leaves Fank-e's sight without at least three hundred bracelets or stickers. He wants to keep in contact with everyone.

Grimbly obviously wants to be babied and tended to by as many people as possible. He loves his fanclub. <3

If all of Breg's fans are humans he won't be suspicious at all, he loves humans way too much to think ill of them immediately. He feels like he's being surrounded by those therapy labrador puppies, ya know?

Krulu doesn't want humans worshipping him, or at the very least from a distance. He thinks lessers to be disgusting, more so than monsters. Of course, since this opinion is biased on resentment that his own creations were ruthlessly eliminated while humans got to live on, seeing them idolize him may smooth that anger down a bit. But interactions will always be tainted with bitterness.

[fishybehavior]

ok im gonna spill some random ideas/thoughts I've been having about pony ninjas

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Zane is an android pony. The others just find him one day out in the frozen lands. He was not working at all and Jay and Nya fixed him up! He's built like an earth pony, and really just likes learning about all the ways that his friends and other ponies lifes and talents and jobs! He's a little naïve but is generally a very happy pony

Jay is a pegasus, he's on the smaller size and likes making thunderstorms (even though he gets in trouble for it when its not on the schedule) he also likes tinkering, and just being a lil gremlin. He loves a good prank, and gets a lil hyper

Kai is a unicorn, and very protective of his friends and family. He and Nya lived in the village next to dangerous woods, and Kai has scars from fighting off dangerous animals from those woods. He used to be a guard but was now he likes to relax with mostly peace and quiet. He's taken up blacksmithing as something to do as well as to help Nya making parts for her inventions

Nya is an inventor. She also has a few scars from growing up but way less than Kai. She's also a unicorn, she tries to make inventions to make life easier, but also because she want to make wild things too. Jay helps her out with his assess to electricity, and his experience as well. She will use magic and her ingenuity to try and get her inventions to work. Her main project has been Zane, keeping him running and upgrading old parts. along with trying to figure out exactly how he works

Cole is an earth pony, he's the artist of the group. He always carries around paint and brushes and likes to add his own spin to the world around him. (he's basically a graffiti artist) he also a bit of a philosopher, and likes to talk deeply about the world, art, and culture and experiences with anyone and everyone. He has no cutie mark, but keeps that mostly too himself since most ponies doubt his abilities when they find that out. He really like to talk to Zane since he's so fresh to everything he likes to learn and understand how Zane views the world around him. He also likes to paint on Zane (with Zane's permission of course) Zane loves wearing the art around, it makes him feel very pretty!

Lloyd is still rather young, and at the beginning is a pegasus, but instead of feathery wings, his are much more bat like. Due to his father (garmadon tried to take over the world) most ponies just try to ignore him. But the ninja's has taken them in as their own. He's basically everyone's lil bro and they all do their best to try and raise him, and makes sure he has a good rest of his childhood. He's a trickster like Jay, but he loves helping the others out in their jobs, he loves spending time with his family!!

[pransesdp]

W e l p, my DP nostalgia decided to bite me enough to wanna revamp one of my oldest and dearest OCs from back in the day... Morgan Fenton~ 🥺💜 Had alot of fun sprucing some new life back into her once again, so I hope the rest of yall enjoy her too~

More info on this sweetie can be found both below and over on my DA, for those who wanna learn more about her! :3

(Bio): 

As the second-born daughter to Amity Park’s hero, Danny Phantom, Morgan Fenton had alot to live up to from the moment she was born. With her birthplace being within the Ghost Zone itself, along with her natural snow white tufts of hair, almost everyone was quick to assume she'd grow up to have as many ghostly powers as both her father & older sister, Lili. Still, to her folks they did what they could to ensure Morgan would have as normal of a childhood as possible (some clumsy misadventures in her youth aside), counting the years to when her powers would spark to better defend herself…

And they continued to count… and count… and yet by the time Morgan reached puberty, no powers were spotted within her. Further investigation and some trips to Clockwork confirmed that Morgan was in fact, a normal human after all. As much as Danny and Sam (alongside Lili) tried reassuring their daughter that they love her just as she is no matter what… this kind of blow really struck a chord in the girl deep down, as she felt like everyone was counting on her to follow in her Halfa relatives’ footsteps. For the longest time, Morgan began to seclude herself away from everyone in a slump… not feeling the confidence to open up as much to her family anymore. 

Further, Morgan would’ve continued to close herself off… if it weren’t for the efforts of Darryl Foley (son of Tucker and Valerie) reaching out to offer Morgan a chance to prove herself as a ghost huntress, working under Valerie’s very own hunting team established within the town. Though a little intimidated at first if she could really “handle” such a lifestyle, after many months of training, dedication and stern (but necessary) discipline by Valerie’s leadership… Morgan’s confidence began to rise better than ever. 

The thrill of blasting off and wrangling ghosts with just a few gadgets and MMA moves became Morgan’s new calling, and now three years later she’s established herself well as a member of Val’s team (even given the codename “Ultra-Violet”, or “UV” for short). It’s hard to tell where Morgan’s future will grow from here, how many allies/friends she’ll make, what love life she’ll have, or what other kind of ghostly dangers she’ll stumble across next… but one thing’s for sure, its best not to underestimate a snowy cutie like her anytime soon~ 

(Fun Facts): 

-Within her time as a ghost huntress, Morgan’s preferred weapon of choice is a staff bo (which can double as a vaulting pole when she needs to cross over floating Ghost Zone rocks in case her glider-board and/or jet-pack won’t work). 

-Has a deep interest in subjects pertaining to the sci fi and supernatural, often spending many late nights watching documentaries centered around space, urban legends, and so forth. Has a soft spot for anything “oddly” cute like reptiles, aliens, and squishy creatures (such as jellyfish). 

-Tends to feel the closest to her mother Sam the most in her family, as not only can they both relate on being non-powered humans (and sharing an interest in goth subculture, or in Morgan’s case “pastel” goth), but Sam’s more down-to-earth nature tends to help ease Morgan’s anxiety on certain things whenever they spend time together. As for Lili and Danny; Morgan often finds herself a bit “overwhelmed” by her sister’s bubbly energy/naivety (though she knows Lili means well at heart), whereas with Danny it’s… kinda hard for Morgan to always see eye-to-eye with him given his “famous” status in town (and sometimes he just kinda tries too much to be “cool”/relatable with her age-group). When it all comes down to it though, there’s nothing the Fenton family wouldn’t do for eachother as the spookily sweet unit they are~. 

-When she’s not busy ghost hunting, Morgan can often be seen gaming in genres like RPG, racing and fighting tournaments. Recently she maaay or may not be picking up an interest in visual novels on the side (thanks to a certain “perky” school-friend of hers pushing them on her like crazy lol). 

-Her favorite foods includes soft-serve ice cream, french fries, and sour gummies; whereas her favorite drinks includes a classic milkshake, grape soda and matcha lattes (mainly before a big hunting gig with how early her schedule is). 

-Ever since she was a kid, Morgan’s always had a fascination for exploration and what’s “beyond” the normal human and Ghost Zones she’s seen. With the organized map she’s planned out in her room, she wishes to go through as many portals as she can to see what colorful worlds await her. 

-Has a pet gecko by the name of “Zipp”, who was given as a present to her by her folks a couple years back to help lift her spirits. A very squeaky and clingy fella he is, preferring to perch on Morgan’s shoulder whenever she’s relaxing in her room from a hard day’s work. Anyone who tries to go near or “mess with” Morgan in Zipp’s eye will be given a blaring alarm squeak and a swift bite to the fingers.

[darkdevasofdestruction]

Can You Get Enough Of Me? - Michael Myers x Reader

"It's a nice day today, huh?" Y/N smiled up at the sky as she went back and forth in the swing. "Will you push me, Mickey?" "Sure." he shrugged as he got off his own swing and went behind her, pushing her the best he could. "Look, Mickey, I'm flying! Whooooo!" the little girl giggled without a care in the world, as Michael watched her long, beautiful hair going everywhere. "Okay, okay, I wanna swing too!" but before the girl could take her time and stop swinging, a bunch of older boys came by and roughly grabbed the chains holding the swing, which in turn, made the girl fall off and get hurt. "Y/N!" Michael gasped as he ran to her side, helping her up, and seeing the blood seeping from one of her legs and arm. "Aww, Myers's got a giiirlfriend! Look at them, gonna fuck? Girl, don'tcha know, Myers's a faggot?" the gang hollered maliciously, and Y/N could only frown, despite the tears of pain from her injuries, and clinging on Michael for support, she got up and yelled at the boys. "Leave Michael alone, jerks! You're rude!" but instead of trying to fight them off, or go in a brawl, she grabbed her friend's arm and dragged him away from there, knowing that if he were to get in trouble again, he'd get some bad detention, and that's the last thing she'd want. Besides...Two kids couldn't possibly fight those guys. "Why didn't you let me fight them?! I could've taken them on!" the blond boy glared at his friend, who only rolled her eyes and sighed at his childishness. "No, you couldn't. Besides, if the teachers find out you got in trouble again, who knows what will happen? Come on, let's go to the fountain, I have to wipe off the blood." Y/N muttered, going on ahead to sit on the rocks by the fountain and took out her handkerchief from her little bag, dipping it in the water and carefully wiping away the red liquid streaming down her limbs, hissing from the pain here and there, but otherwise, staying completely silent. "I'm sorry..." the girl suddenly heard the blond boy mutter, barely audible. "Huh? What do you have to be sorry about, Mickey?" as her eyes widened from the shock, she leaned forward, raising his chin up with her finger. "...I couldn't protect you. I suck. I'm as bad as that fuckass says I am..." he sighed, gently pulling away her hand and looking away from her. "Look at what they did to you. Could've been much worse. And yet, you stood up for me, while I did nothing. I'm a horrible friend." his voice was pitiful, and it was obvious he hated his lack of strength. "First of all, you aren't just my friend. You're my BEST friend. Okay? And nothing in this world will change that. Got it? Okay. Second of all, we're still little and weak. That's how kids are. Trying to fight those guys is like trying to fight the forces of nature...You...You can't fight a hurricane, you know? And...Violence isn't the answer. I mean...Look at our parents. There's nothing good coming out of that...But someday! Someday we'll get older and stronger, and nobody will bully us anymore! It just...It takes a while...I guess." she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly, trying to comfort him. "That's shit! They'll see, they'll ALL pay for it! Nobody will dare be fuckers with us anymore! And when I grow up, I will make sure everyone is nice to you." he was so revolted, but his anger gradually dissipated as he felt her warmth. "Please don't speak like that. Calm down, Mickey. Things are okay now. At least we have each other, and we will always have each other, don't forget that, okay?" she leaned her head on his shoulder, closing her eyes for a while, only to hear an aggressive male voice booming through the park which made the girl yelp and tremble in fear. "GET AWAY FROM THAT FREAK, Y/N! GET HERE RIGHT NOW!" her father yelled at her and she could only whimper silently, trying to stop herself from hyperventilating. "B-But daddy, Michael is not bad...! H-He tried to protect me from those mean boys from the playground!" she spoke meekly, slowly walking in front of her father, her head hung in fear, only for the man to burry his hand in

her hair, pulling on it roughly, making the girl yelp in pain. "Don't talk back to me, you stupid little bitch! You have no right to go against what I say while you're under MY roof, got it? Home, now." Michael couldn't even retaliate in any way, knowing that if he were to cause trouble for her, she would get in even more trouble, and that's the last thing he'd want...But why did it have to be her...?

He can take it, alright...But her...That's just not acceptable. She is small, and weak, and frail, and innocent...And there is nobody who can protect her.

Nobody but him...

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"Michael, Michael, are we going trick or treating today?" Y/N asked, skipping around him in her cutesy witch costume, while he was a boring clown. "I guess." he shrugged, pulling down his clown mask. "Come on, it's Halloween, Mickey! You love Halloween! It's your favourite holiday! And we get free candy! It's gonna be fuuun~!" she bumped him with her body, making him stumble a bit, before looking at her and groaning. "Fine, fine, we're going. I just have to tell my mum." he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his house, but on the way, she stopped him. "Hey, how about we trick or treat all the houses on the way to yours? I mean, there's nothing bad in that, right? We're just going home! It's not even considered a detour!" Y/N grinned widely, her beautiful eyes sparkling with excitement. "...Okay, let's do that." as he said that, Michael took out his candy bag from his schoolbag and taking her hand, they went to all house from both sides of the street. "Trick or Treat!" they both exclaimed as the first grandma opened the door with a loving look on her face. "Ahh, my, my, how cute you two are! And what do we have here...A very adorable, magical witch! And...A funny clown! How lovely!" the woman clapped her hands together to her chest, admiring the two kids. "Ma'am, he's not just a clown, he is my jester! Isn't he so cute?" she threw her arms around his neck, slamming his face to hers as she grinned even wider, making the woman laugh at them. "Yees, yes, I understand! Here, darlings, you're so adorable, take all of these. Hope to see you two, cuties, next year as well! Have fun!" the grandma patted both their heads before going back to her home. "Wiiicked! Look how much candy we've got! My fave holiday is Christmas, but honestly, Halloween is a very close runner up! Our teeth will literally rot after this!" the girl giggled as she inspected each variety of candy in her bag, "I love it 'cause I can spare people." Michael shrugged simply, but he also munched on some candy corn. "Would you scare me, Mickey?" Y/N turned her face to his, her eyes widening with a glimmering, innocent curiosity. "...No. I wouldn't. But you're the only one, okay?! Everyone else, I'd scare!" he tried to sound scary and dangerous, but it only made the little girl giggle and kiss his cheek. "You're my hero! My handsome knight in shining armour, Mickey! Thank you for protecting me. You're the best." help his soul, he wasn't used to people saying good things about him... "...But I'm ugly...That's why I wear a mask so often..." he muttered, looking down at the ground. "No! That's so not true! You're very pretty, okay? I love your face! And you have the most gorgeous eyes in the world! And...And...And your hair is so lovely, I'm jealous! Please don't say bad things about yourself, Mickey, it makes me very upset." she pouted, hugging him tightly, and it was pretty clear neither of them wanted to let go. "You won't leave me, would you, Y/N?" Michael's low voice came out barely above a whisper, but it was the only time he ever allowed himself to show any kind of weakness or vulnerability. "Never. Some day, we will be together forever, okay?" she ruffled his hair playfully, which made his face flush softly. "Hey, actually...Here you go. This is yours now. This way, if you're ever lonely, you'll remember I'm always thinking of you, okay?" Y/N grinned sweetly at him as she took off her flower-charmed necklace and put in on him, hiding it under his costume, so nobody else could see it. "Mum gave this to me on my birthday, before she died. It means the world for me, and so do you. So...Don't forget that, okay? I hope you'd smile more, you have a very pretty smile." as she said that, she squished his chipmunk cheeks.

The boy said nothing - What was he supposed to do, anyway? He was overwhelmed entirely by the only person who makes him feel...Good? But he had to go home, and he already knew that home was hell, and by the time he went there, he knew he wouldn't actually be going trick or treating, as promised...And he'd have to let Y/N down again.

Stupid family.

With a very disappointed voice, he went outside of the house and told the girl that he can't go trick or treating with her, but instead of yelling or disappointment, she just smiled and hugged him.

"It's alright! There's always next year! And besides, we already kinda went trick or treating, right? Sweet dreams, Mickey! Take care!" she waved at him cheerfully and skipped back home.

But little did she know that would be the last Halloween they'd spend together, for that night, a massacre happened at his home, and deep down, Y/N knew.

She just...Knew.

It was Michael who created that blood bath. He couldn't take all that abuse anymore, and Y/N understood that well enough...And she hated herself for thinking this, but she knew she was selfish...

If Michael didn't kill his family, they'd still have been able to hang out daily, and laugh together, lick each other's wounds, and go trick or treating on Halloween...

But she had to be happy with visiting him at Smith's Grove institute weekly with his mum, and they'd chat, and talk, and try to get him out of the shell that he hid himself into...

And he wouldn't stop hiding his face behind his masks, every week, a new one, a new one, and a new one, each time, weirder and creepier and grotesque.

No matter what his mother told him, and no matter what Y/N told him...Michael didn't listen, and the more time he spent there, the less he spoke...Until he hasn't said a word to Y/N in at least two weeks. It made the poor girl tear up, fearing that he hated her, but at least he'd shake his head and clutch his shirt where the gifted necklace would be.

And she would understand.

His mother was confused, and the Dr. was confused as well, but Y/N wasn't, and she'd smile at him and wouldn't explain what happened. It was their little secret, and nobody would be able to be made aware of.

And then...After many weeks of visiting, Michael stuck again and killed a nurse, which led to his mother committing suicide, and since she had nobody to go with to visit him, the last thing she could do was send in letters weekly, hoping they will be given to him, but she had no way of knowing, since nobody wanted to tell her anything, and no reply came by.

Until she gave up writing, thinking that Michael actually hated her, and decided to go on with her life, and her father made her move away to another state to get better education.

15 years passed, and the now 27 year old Y/N was a University graduate who worked hard and was able to get her old home in Haddonfield...To think she'd finally be able to go there again, she never would have thought that.

But here she was, having found a nice, well-paying job, and she was pretty happy, albeit nostalgic, being again back...Home. By the time she returned, she had already learnt how to play the guitar too, so every Friday night, she'd sit on her porch and play a song, softly singing along, hoping not to disturb anyone.

"I was made for lovin' you baby, you were made for loving me..." she hummed, singing the song by Kiss as she looked up at the starry night with no care in the world.

It was a simple life, but it was good and peaceful - And she had quite a lot of money to do with as she pleases - What else could ask for?

"BREAKING NEWS! A psychiatric patient from Smith's Grove escaped just last night and -..." but Y/N didn't bother hearing the rest of it, because...Because... "Michael...!" she gasped, covering her mouth with both her hands from the shock, tears threatening to fall and she goes outside, looking around, left and right, down the street, hoping to see a glimpse of the blond boy she once held so dear to her heart.

And what a coincidence, tomorrow night was Halloween...Did he do it on purpose? Did he even remember the days they spent together? Or how special Halloween was for him? Did he still have that silly necklace with him? Did he ever read her letters?

So many questions that she was pretty sure she'll never get an answer to, and that thought alone killed her.

The next day, she dressed in her Kiss loose Tshirt, remembering how that was Michael's favourite band, and somewhere in her heart, she hoped to see him again, even just by a little bit. Even a glimpse at his beautiful blue eyes would be enough.

But she knew she was dreaming...

She went to work as usual, but she was so busy that she didn't realise she ended up overstaying and overworking herself until she left the place and realised it was already dark outside, and there were barely any children trick or treating - But hey, there still were a few - And Y/N couldn't help but smile and remember the cute witch and her loyal jester.

The good times...

As she hummed carefree and looked up at the starry sky, but then she heard a crack, and looking back...Nothing? Hmm...Suspicious... She continued walking, but the ominous feeling in the back of her head continued, and so, she took out her pocket mirror and noticed a man somewhere in the back, walking towards her. A colleague from work, she recognised him, yes, she remembers him. He was kicked out from the job because of his inappropriate behaviour...And him following her now truly was no good news.

Analysing the situation, she realised she was close enough to home to make a break for it, so taking a deep breath, she sprinted the hell out of there...But...things didn't go as expected.

Before she could even reach her home, for she was pushed to the ground and straddled, his hands immediately finding their way around her neck, trying to immobilise her, to stop her from struggling and let him have his way with her.

But Y/N was a fighter, and she didn't want to allow the bullying she experienced as a child to take over her adult life, but she also didn't have the body strength to go against this guy, no matter how much she tried to struggle.

However...Before she knew it, the man stopped - Almost as if he froze - And she was splattered with liquid. It was blood. The man above her was stabbed in the chest, then in the head continuously, before his body was snatched and tossed away like a ragdoll.

Great - Y/N thought - From one criminal to another, with a whimper, she tried to get up and run away, but the man was too fast for her, and he picked her up with a weird ease, getting her inside her own house and letting her fall down on her couch.

The man saw fear in her eyes, and she was whimpering, her head hung as she tried to make herself as small as possible - As if she wasn't already so small, especially compared to him - It was pissing him off, as he remembered her jackass father abusing her. He would never hurt her! He promised her he'd always protect her, so why is she so scared of him...?!

"E-Excuse me...Uhm...Mister...A-Are you...Maybe...Uhmm...Are you Michael...?" she stuttered in such a meek voice that it grated his brain. This isn't right, Y/N was cheerful and happy. This...This wasn't right... The man got a hand underneath the neck of his blouse, only to reveal the old flower necklace from long ago. "Michael...! It really is you...Michael...I can't believe it! Oh my God...You grew up so much, this is insane!" as if a switch turned inside her, the girl jumped on her couch and threw herself on the incredibly tall man, not caring whether he liked it or not.

He was her Michael, and she missed him.

"You still don't talk, do you? Well...At least take off this mask of yours. I told you, I hate it when you hide yourself from me. I want to see your beautiful face." she chuckled, pulling Michael down with her on the couch, as he stood with his hands mid-way in the air, rather awkwardly, before finally pulling up his old mask and threading with it with his hands that were laying on his lap. "There we go, as beautiful as ever." she chuckled softly as she parted his long, dirty blond hair and letting it fall down his back, so his face could properly be seen. "Oh my God, you even have a stubble. I can't believe it. Well, we are all grown up after all, aren't we? Seems like almost yesterday when we'd go trick or treating...On this very day." she kept talking of the nostalgic things from so long ago, so much that it made Michael grunt in amusement, but his face didn't sketch any emotion. It really upset Y/N, it felt like talking to a wall. "Well, at least I'm happy that you remember me. I didn't think you did. I kinda thought you hated me too, I didn't know if you got any of my letters either. Uhm...I don't really know what to say. It's weird talking to myself like that. But I'm happy to see you again." she continued speaking before stopping altogether and fidgeting awkwardly on her spot next to him, as he didn't even move, or bother saying a single word.

They stood like that for a while, until Michael suddenly started moving, and revealed a bunch of unopened letters - All from her.

"You have all of them...!" Y/N gasped in shock, taking the letters and examining all of them one by one. "Why didn't you open them?" but instead of an answer, he shook his head. "Did you...Not have them...Until recently?" Y/N tried to guess, and the answer came in the form of a nod. "That stupid doctor! How dare he?! ...You must have felt so lonely stuck there...With your mum shooting herself, I couldn't go there anymore, so I sent you letters weekly...The doctor promised to give them to you...Urgh, what a jerk. And I thought you hated me and that's why you didn't want to reply to them...But you just got them. How annoying." Y/N groaned, realising the truth of what happened, and she let the letters fall down on the coffee table.

After some more silence between the two, Michael pointed towards her shirt, and she smiled, nodding and taking her guitar before leaning on his side. "Yeah, I know it's your favourite band. I never forgot that." she chuckled, and as she started playing the same song she knew so well - And she felt a strong arm sneaking around her waist, pulling her closer to his body. It surprised her a bit, but she felt so safe and warm in his embrace.

"I was made for lovin' you baby, you were made for lovin' me. And I can't get enough of you, baby..." she sang in the same sweet, crystalline, soft voice that he loved so much, and missed over the many years they've been separated.

"...Can you get enough of me?"