#and i have to be very careful about not revealing my deep and desparate wish to evacuate this mortal plain

[livingoff-airandfruitpunch]

things i could never do but also really fucking want to do:

- drop out of school

- cvt deep enough to need a plaster

- smoke

- run away from society and become a hermit

- shout at everyone who has ever made me feel not good enough

- k1ll myself

[milknette]

day 10 - reverse crush

my heart’s in overdrive, and, you’re behind the steering wheel.

tumblr month: @auyeahaugust

links: ao3 | ff.net

EVERYONE expects his answer to be Ladybug.

Because it's always Ladybug. The savior of Paris. The one who can undo all the damage. The one who always brings hope wherever she goes. The face of the superhero movement. (One can argue that Chat Noir is equally as important, and he definitely believes it to be true, but the question, in the end, is who his superhero crush is— and as far as Adrien's concerned, he can't have a crush on himself.

Though the apparent adrichat shippers beg to differ.)

In any case, Ladybug's not the answer.

Only one girl has his heart, really, and it's by sheer luck that she happens to be a superhero— and an even bigger bout of luck when he finds out about it. So the answer flows out of his tongue without so much as a thought:

"Multimouse."

Nadja Chamack is, understandably, caught off-guard. (In reality, she had come into this interview hoping to find some truth to the fact that two of Paris' biggest idols were in love with each other)— but this seemed to be a lot more interesting.

"She's… the one who helped Chat Noir and Ladybug with Kwamibuster, right?"

"Yeah!" Adrien's eyes almost sparkle as he talks about her. "She's the only reason why we— all of Paris, I mean, managed to defeat her then! Ladybug and Chat Noir would've been in real trouble if she wasn't there to save the day. And she's so cool like Multimouse has the power to become tiny, and when she used her power it was so adorable and amazing and wonderful—!"

"A Multimouse fanboy, then?" Nadja asks, an amused smile playing on her face. "I'm sure a lot of our viewers are surprised. They, and even I thought you'd choose Ladybug. What makes Multimouse so unique?"

Because it's her. Because it's the girl he's so desparately in love with. Because it's Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

(Not like he can say that, of course.)

"I do love Ladybug," Adrien begins. "She's a hero and I look up to her sense of duty and professionalism in saving Paris." Then, a pause. "But I admire Ma—Multimouse. She was thrown into the superhero role so suddenly, in a situation as high-stakes as back then, and managed to do perfectly." He looks down and smiles. "And… she's cute."

(Oops, now that wasn't meant to slip out.)

Nadja's look of victory at receiving— and being responsible for breaking the news of Adrien Agreste's Crush is clear. "Well, she does sound like quite a hero when you describe her like that. It's a shame that she hasn't showed up so much."

"You're right," Adrien mutters, and the disappointment in his tone is evident. "But I trust in Ladybug… and Chat Noir's judgment. If they need her, then she'll appear again."

"For the sake of your crush, let's hope so!"

Adrien splutters. "Wait, Ms. Chamack, this isn't a crush, it's just admiration from a purely superhero-civilian perspective…"

She turns to the video camera. "Young love is sweet, isn't it? For Adrien, let's all wish that Multimouse shows up again soon! Ladybug and Chat Noir, maybe you'd be interested in lending a hand?"

The show comes to a close with Adrien beet-red and almost desparately coveting her face.

.

.

Marinette is exhausted.

Which is saying a lot, because she's already exhausted on a regular day— from balancing her studies, being a class representative, fashion designing, helping at the bakery, and of course, being Ladybug, but this brought everything to an entirely new level.

Because now, not only did she have to run around Paris in one full-body suit, but with Adrien's apparent declaration of love on national television— and multiple angrily-worded 'why do you hate love / Multimouse / Adrien Agreste' letters to her superhero persona after— Marinette was now made to run around using two.

Ladybug with an akuma, Multimouse when patrolling. And also Ladybug when patrolling. And sometimes Multimouse with an akuma.

Just to keep everyone in Paris happy. (And non-suspicious, really.)

All because of that damned interview.

She has to stop herself from yelling a string of not-so-kind words into the sky.

Marinette likes Adrien. She really does.

He's a good friend, and after that whole misunderstanding with Chloé and the gum, basically cemented himself as an all-around good person. He's given her more homework help, fashion advice, and general pep talks than she could ever count.

But Marinette doesn't like like him.

(And maybe she would, in an alternate universe— he's kind, sweet, handsome, and all of Paris is quite frankly in love with him, but her heart belongs completely to someone else.)

So a sudden reveal that he has a crush on her superhero persona… and not even her primary one, doesn't really bother her as much as it could.

Besides, as far as she was concerned, Adrien had never interacted with Multimouse. She wonders how he could've gotten all those thoughts about her in his head, but decides it's just one of his stranger quirks and leaves it aside.

It's probably infatuation with a superhero. Nothing new, really. (She's experienced fans claiming they 'loved' her when all they truly felt was admiration. Nothing less, and honestly, nothing more.)

Marinette knows what true love is.

She knows it so clearly that when it comes jumping from the buildings, rooftop to rooftop, her heart threatens to beat out of her chest and follow him.

He lands on the empty balcony with ease.

"Why so glum, bugaboo?" Adrien asks. "You look exhausted. Didn't get enough rest last night?"

Marinette wants to scream. They're supposed to be patrolling tonight; alternating between Ladybug and Chat Noir, then Multimouse and Chat Noir, then Ladybug and Multimouse— a plan which, on paper, sounds perfect.

But in this case, Marinette's both, she's Ladybug and Multimouse (and herself at every other point of the day), and therefore hasn't had any sleep at all.

It's tiring, but seeing Chat Noir, she finds, makes her feel a lot better.

"Had some things to do… in the real world," she mumbles instead, lazily leaning upon the railing. "How was it yesterday?" Marinette asks, opting to change topics. "Multimouse said you're working well together."

Chat Noir almost beams when the words escape her mouth.

(Marinette vaguely wonders if it's possible to be jealous of herself.)

"Really?" He asks, eyes bright. "She said that? I've honestly been so worried about whether or not I've been making her uncomfortable… she doesn't talk a lot, which I think is a shame, because I'm sure she has a ton of interesting stories…"

"Hey," Marinette stops him. "Remember that Multimouse has to keep her identity secret. She can't risk giving any information that might lead back to her civilian self. She's new to this, so it's only right that she's more careful than we are."

It's strange, talking about herself like this.

"You're right," he sighs, before turning to her. "Hey… can I tell you a secret?"

Marinette frowns. What could this be?

"I actually know who Multimouse is," he finally confesses. "I know it's Marinette."

Well, she already knew that. She was the one responsible for him making that realization, after all.

But what gets her is how comfortable he is saying her name— when really, all he should know is Ladybug and Multimouse.

"So you saw her detransform, huh?" Marinette asks, looking up to the sky. "I hope you'll keep it secret."

"Of course I will!" Chat Noir protests, then takes a deep breath. "I'm glad you trusted her. She's a good person."

Now how does he know that?

"I mean—," he stumbles over his words. "From what I've heard! From her friends… and online posts… and stuff… I've definitely never met her before!"

Liar.

Why is he so terrible at lying?

Because that's something she knows now. That Chat Noir knows her. That he knows Marinette. So to some extent, she knows him.

Which means that there's a very large possibility that Marinette has spoken to Chat Noir. That Marinette has interacted with Chat Noir. That Marinette is maybe even friends with Chat Noir. And that for all her talk about being in love with him, she doesn't recognize him at all.

"... Ladybug?"

"How do you know Marinette?"

The question escapes her tongue before she can stop it. It's a dangerous question, one that can ruin their secret identities completely, but she can't help doing so.

She needs to know.

He's evidently panicking. Marinette watches him with a steady gaze, even though she's all but in complete chaos on the inside.

"I'm kinda maybe in love with her."

Well.

She wasn't expecting that at all.

"You… love…," the words aren't registering, and she's struggling to get a single word out.

He sighs. "Yeah, cat's out of the bag now? I know her a bit in real life. She's just so kind and talented and cute… it's impossible not to fall in love with her. That's why I was so excited when you started recruiting Multimouse again— and why I've been so insistent on having her on patrols with me."

Wait.

"But it's okay! I'll never tell her that we actually know each other. Cat's honour!" Chat Noir smiles at her, acting as if there was nothing at all wrong in the world. "And don't worry, everyone I know has or had a crush on Marinette at some point. I'm one-in-a-million, so I don't think this'll narrow your search on me by that much…," he begins, "as long as you don't look."

Except she's looking. Even against her will, Marinette's mind speeds through everyone she knows that has a similar build to his.

Blonde hair, green eyes, about her size…

Only one person fits that bill.

The word escapes her mouth before she can stop it.

"Adrien?"

"... okay, so maybe I messed up."

"So you're the reason I haven't been sleeping?"

"Well I mean, I'm flattered…"

Marinette gets the situation she's in quickly. Adrien, however, takes a little bit longer.

"I meant for patrolling you absolute zero-braincelled—

"Patrolling? Ladybug, what do you mean…"

"Hhh. Think about it for a second."

"Ladybug…"

"You can do it."

"… you're Multimouse?"

"And…"

"And that means…"

"Come on now."

.

.

"Marinette?!"

[yandere-romanticaa]

Please please please, Hades/Persephone taking, your version, your vision, queen bless us with your work

"Are you sure this is such a good idea, my darling? I fear little (y/n) might not like this place very much..."

Persephone turned to her husband with a small smile on her face. She found his concerns to be nothing short of adorable but they were unnecessary in the end. They were going to take good care of her, were they not? Hades was always sweet towards Persephone even if his appearance might tell people othervise. "Intimidating" was a pretty good description for Hades. He was very tall and he often wore long black cloaks that only seemed to make him bigger. He was also quite muscular and his black hair framed his face perfectly. His blazing blue eyes stared deep in to the abyss which showed sweet little (y/n).

Persephone on the other hand looked nothing like her husband. The black dress on her looked slightly out of place but she still looked nothing less but stunning. She always wore a gentle smile on her face, and no matter where she went her golden blonde hair always flowed behind her, like the gentle tide on a summer morning. Her forest green eyes trailed on the girl that caught both her and her husbands attention. The King and Queen of the Underworld loved eachother very, very much and they were proud to say that their love was eternal. But (y/n) was just so special. Her gentle soul was so pure, the couple could not help but to feel protective of her. The darkness in this world irked Persephone but (y/n) was always so perfect. Even in her faults she remained pure and she always repented for her sins.

They knew that the day would come when (y/n) would go to the Underworld but the least they could do was to keep an eye out for her. Whenever someone wanted to harm (y/n) in any way, shape or form, Hades and Persephone would immediately smite the person right on the spot. Neither one of them were sadistic and they didn't really enjoy downright torturing anyone but there would definetly be a price to pay once they come down to the Underworld. A sigh left Hades' chapped lips as he pressed his wife closer to his chest. She leaned in to his touch, her gaze still never leaving (y/n). Her smooth voice soon filled his ears as she asked him:

"My love, when do you think (y/n) could visit us? I know she won't be in her world forever but..."

Hades pressed his index finger against her lips, silencing her successfully. He understood her question and his patience was also running thin. Soon enough a smirk made its way on to Hades' face as Persephone looked up at her husband, somewhat confused. Their gazes met and a little mischievous giggle filled the room.

♡♡♡

Walking down the forest path, (y/n) gently picked some of the flowers in some nearby bushes. The warm rays of the gentle sunset casted a shadow over the forest, but this didn't frighten (y/n) at all. Her mother and father always wanted her to be home by sunset but she just could not help herself. The woods at this time of the day were always just so beautiful and if she could she would freeze time in order to bask in its beauty. The way in which the birds gently sung was more beautiful then any song that (y/n) had ever heard, and the smell of fresh flowers always filled the air no matter what time of the year it was.

Humming an old song, she continued down the path which seemed to become smaller and smaller. This area of the forest was not familiar to (y/n) but she was always up for a little adventure. Her heart was beating excitingly in her chest as she ran down the path, basking in the lightly chilly air. Even if it was just a second, it was the most magical second of (y/n)'s entire life. Something just felt so right about this place. She didn't know how to put this feeling in to words but something about these parts always made (y/n) incredibly happy. For a second she could have sworn that she heard a faint voice in the distance though.... Never mind that, she was probably just imagining it! Laying down on the soft grass, (y/n) looked up towards the sky. A joyous graced her tired face as she looked up at the sky, admiring how the warm colours seemed to blend perfectly together. She sat there for a few moments, just taking in the scenery around her, totally oblivious to the eyes that followed her the entire time. After finally coming back down to Earth, (y/n) picked herself up from the ground and took one last final glance at the perfection that surrounded her. A sad sigh left her lips as she slowly started to walk back...

During the entire walk, (y/n) could have sworn that she could hear singing though. At first it was faint and she brushed it off like the first time, but now she heard it loud a d clear. The voice was soft and gentle, it beckoned (y/n) to follow it. A part of her brain was telling her that it was foolish to follow a voice like that in the woods, especially at this time of night but she just couldn't seem to fight the strong wave of curiousity that hit her. With each step she took, the voice became louder but suddenly it broke off for a split second.

"Darling, I... I'm not sure (y/n) is going to like my appearance..."

A soft chuckle could be heard as the same woman spoke once more:

"Do not worry Hades. I assure you, (y/n) will not mind."

By this point (y/n)'s mind was nothing more then putty, desparate to find the two people who were talking. She had left her path long ago and now stood in front of a grand door. The cave surrounding the door could only be described as ancient and the plants surrounding the door gave it a somewhat homey appearance.

Without hesitation, (y/n) opened the grandiose door to reveal a garden. The plants in this garden were odd, she had never seen anything like them ever before. Instead of the usual cheery and warm colours, the flowers were all black but still well kept. The black roses in particular caught (y/n)'s attention. Bending down on one knee, (y/n) caressed the ink black petals. Even the stem of the flower was black! Her (e/c) eyes widened at the sight, but she was careless. She had failed to see the thron in the stem and (y/n) proceeded to prick herself on her finger. She yelped in surprise and the small cut caused her to bleed. The tingling sensation in her finger finally brought (y/n) back from her daydream and she just now realized just how off everything was. Before she could pick herself up from the ground though, a strong hand was placed on her shoulder. Gasping in shock, (y/n) turned around and her (e/c) gaze locked was locked with Hades' blazing blue eyes. She was left spechless and unsure of what to do she quickly started to stutter out apologies. Hades merely chuckled at her silly antics and he lightly squeezed (y/n)'s shoulder. His deep voice rang in (y/n)'s ears as she couldn't help but to blush. Just the thought of breaking in to someone else's private garden was enough for poor little (y/n) to be flustered, especially if the owner of said garden looked like this.

"It's alright little one. My wife and I are to blame for you being here. If I may be so bold to ask... Do you like my garden?"

A confused look adorned (y/n)'s face as she slowly turned her head from left to right, taking in all of the details.

"Yes, of course it is. I've never seen anything like this before! Did you plant all these flowers on your own?"

"Yes I have, for you see, here in the Underworld I cannot have the sweet blooms you have grown accustomed to. I hope that is not to big of a problem..."

"Oh, uh... It's not a problem at all!"

♡♡♡

Several hours had past, but for Hades and (y/n) it felt like mere minutes. People always did say that time flies by when you're in good company... Poor (y/n) had to hurry back home as she now knew in just how much trouble she was. Knowing her mother they might as sent out a full blown search party for her. Hades on the other hand had a wounderful time with her. Her curious nature was refreshing, but he was a bit sad that his wife could not join them. Hades accompanied (y/n) to the main gate, saying his farewells.

"You know, you can always come back whenever you wish. My wife would love to meet you as well."

(y/n) happily agreed, not noticing the small lovesick glint in the gods eye. Oh yes, he and Persephone were going to keep this one and they were all going to be so happy...

[badwolfwrites-sometimes]

Chapter 6

Heyyo everyone! I hope you enjoy this chapter!

WARNING!!! Mentions of rape! Proceed with caution.

'A loud scream woke him up. Then a thud of his door. Then the shaking.

"Wake up! Wake up please!" He heard a paniced familiar voice.

Slowly, he opened his eyes. By the time he registered who was standing before him, said person begun to cry.

When he could finally see, he noticed it was Alice who woke him up and who was crying now in front of him, pulling at his blanket like her life depended on it.

"Alice... What's wrong? Why are you up so early?" Otto asked, rubbing the tears that fell down Alice's cheeks away.

"I'm dying!" Alice cried out.

Otto stared at her blankly, trying to process the situation. How could she be dying? Is she ill?

"How? Are you hurting somewhere?" He asked, inspecting her hands and face.

Alice nodded. "I woke up in a pool of blood and it felt like someone was stabbing me in my stomach." She was sniffling and desparately cuddling Otto's blanket.

"Blood?" Otto blinked. "Was it coming out directly from your stomach or, uh, lower?"

"I searched myself for wounds, but- AAUGH" Alice jumped back from the bed, falling on her knees and clutching her gut. Almost immediately a red stain began forming on her green dress.

Oh.

That was all that went through Otto's head. An louder sobbing dragged him back from his head into reality. This kind of situation called for an adult help.

Otto squeezed her hand. "Alice. Listen, you're not going to die. I'll go get Betty, she'll help you with this. You just stay here and wait for us, okay?" He let go of her hand and, once Alice nodded, run out of the room to find Elizabeta.

He run as fast as he could to the servant rooms. Quickly spotting Elizabeta's room, he knocked loudly. "Betty! Betty! Wake up!"

A thud and dragging could be heard until the door revealed a tangled mess of brown hair which Otto assumed was Elizabeta.

"What is it, Prince Otto?" She asked, brushing her hair away from her eyes which were... very... purple and green.

"It's Alice. She needs your help. Quickly!" Otto grabbed Elizabeta by the hand and dragged her all the way to his room. That statement implied stairs. Which Elizabeta was extremely uncomfortable with this early.

Finally they made it to Otto's room before he stopped. "I'll leave you two girls." He closed the door once Elizabeta entered.

What greeted Elizabeta was a crying bloody mess that was Alice. One look at the child sitting in front of her was enough for Elizabeta to understand this situation. "Oh, dear."

She cuddled close to Alice. "Oh, dear. Oh, dear. My poor Alice. You just entered the most painful part of your life. You became a woman." She said.

Alice couldn't control herself, tears rolling down her cheeks like rain during a storming night. This made no sense to her. She was bleeding out and hurting. She heard stories from her mom about how becoming a woman was the most beautiful part of every girls life. She wanted to be a woman. This was nowhere near beautiful.

"Betty, I don't like this! I don't want this!" She had thought she would die from this, now she wished she could.

"Shh, dear. Come. I'll explain everything in my room. It's going to be okay." Elizabeta said and helped Alice stand up.

As they exited, Elizabeta gave Otto a kind look. The look that said she's going to take care of this. Otto sighed in relief, returning to his room.

He knew what this meant. Alice was no longer a child. He learnt this by watching his older sisters. Although he didn't know much, he knew that this kind of bleeding was something very important. Maybe, he should ask them to explain it to him.

Maybe not. They would question his sudden curiosity. He loved his sisters, but not enough to trust them not to tell his mother. He'll just ask Rod. When he gets some more sleep.'

"Mood." Feliciano said, as he was doing some morning reading, taking a few sips from his coffee every now and then.

'Elizabeta was having a hard time. Was this how her mother felt with her? Because it sure was complicated. Comforting someone who just got the first taste of period pains was as complicated as deciding which tablecloth to place for dinner. They all looked the same to her. Well, some had lace.

"Okay, take these rags. There's not really any other way for us to prevent bleeding onto our clothes so we just use old rags. You want to wash them a lot. Place them between your legs." Elizabeta explained, handing Alice some old rags she dug out of her closet. "Avoid wearing anything white in public, trust me."

"How do I, um, keep them from falling out?" Alice asked, adjusting them in a way that was somewhat comfortable. She was wiping her tears away like a madman.

"I'm looking for that at the moment. You're going to need some lady pants. I kept some of mine when I was your age, I just need to find them." She said, still rummaging her closet.

Alice nodded. "It'll be alright. You're not alone in this." She kept repeating that like a mantra in order to calm herself down.

After a few minutes of silence, Alice asked. "What does this mean, Betty? What's going to happen to me now?"

Elizabeta, finally finding some old pink lady pants and handing them to Alice, sighed. "A lot more of this. This means your body is ready for you to become a mother. But it's telling you that in a murderous way. I guess it's just not good with words." She finally managed to get a giggle out of Alice, no matter how short it was.

"How do I become a mother anyway?" Alice asked.

Elizabeta huffed out a response. "Well, as far as I know you need a man. Unfortunately. But the world is never kind to women."

Alice nodded. "I agree. Why do you hate men, Betty?"

Elizabeta sat next to the young girl, hugging her legs. "I've never met a good one."

"You met Prince Otto."

"Yes, but he's still just a boy. He still has a lot to learn about being a man and that's sure enough to change him. Who knows, maybe he starts treating you like my father did my mother." Elizabeta's hand went up to Alice's head, softly stroking her hair.

"Did he treat her badly, your mother?" Alice asked, taking Elizabeta's hand into her own. The tables have turned.

"Horribly, darling. But you don't have to bother your head with that. They are both long dead anyway." Elizabeta smiled.

"You asked about being a mother. Do you really want to know?" Elizabeta asked, cuddling Alice closer to herself.

Alice nodded. "Tell me."

"Did you ever notice how different your body is from your brother's?"

"Yeah, I don't have a pudding prick and apples hanging off my body." Alice said.'

Feliciano burst out laughing.

"What's so funny?" Lovino asked from the living room.

"Nothing." Feliciano paused to giggle some more. "Just this one part in the book."

"You should be doing the dishes and not reading that German book." Lovino said and turned the volume on TV louder to block out Feliciano's laughter.

Feliciano chose to ignore him. He has to read now, he can do the dishes later.

'Elizabeta giggled at this child. "Yes, you indeed don't. But to become a mother those are the exact parts you need. Especially the pudding prick. It goes inside the blood fountain when it's not bloody and clogs it with some other liquid. That clog eventually becomes a baby." She explained, trying her hardest to keep a straight face.

Alice blinked up at her. "That's a lot of work."

Elizabeta nodded. "Yes, and you have to deal with the baby as it grows inside you all on your own."

"I'd still like to close the blood fountain. Do you think Prince Otto will help me?" Alice asked, innocence in her voice.

"I don't think he's grown enough to help you with that yet, but please don't ask him that before getting married." Elizabeta spilled out as quickly as she could.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"So I'm stuck with this forever?" Alice quickly changed the subject, not wanting to revive her own fears when Elizabeta managed to seal them in a box mere months ago.

"Yes. Unless you have a baby, then you get a pause." Elizabeta answered.

"What about men? What do they get?"

"No idea. Nothing, I believe."

That angered Alice. She gets blood and pain and she can't control either of it, but men get nothing. They just exist with no pain or anything. "Unfair." She said.

"Very." Elizabeta agreed.

"What will Prince Otto do to me now?" Alice asked.

"What do you mean?" Elizabeta stroked Alice's hair.

"Do you think he'll put his pudding prick into me without asking first? Like what Prince of Spain does to my brother." Alice clutched her dress.

Elizabeta's eyes widened. "You should tell Otto about your brother. No one should go through what your brother is going. And no, I don't think he will. I don't believe he can hurt you."

"Is my brother in danger?" Alice asked, new tears welling up in her eyes.

"Yes. He's likely in a huge pain, just like how you are. He needs help. I'm sure Otto will help him." Elizabeta said.

Alice nodded, wiping away her tears on her dress. She will need to wash it anyway. "I'll tell him." She stood up. "Thank you, Betty. For everything." Offering Elizabeta one final smile, Alice left for her own room to change.

When she entered her room, a blond haired boy was sitting on her bed.

"Prince Otto?" She called, startling the boy whose head was deep in thoughts about how small her room was.

"Alice..." He looked up at her, blushing at being caught.

"Why are you here?" She asked, sitting down as comfortable as she could on her hay and wood bed next to the young prince.

"I came to see how you were. Was Betty of help to you?" Otto asked, staring down at his fingers which weren't used to the cold of servant rooms.

"Yes. She explained everything to me. And she also told me to tell you about Romano."

Otto looked at her in confusion. "What about your brother?"

Alice took a deep breath. "The Prince of Spain is doing bad things to him. With his..." she trailed off, pointing to the inbetween part of her legs.

Otto blinked in surprise. "Your brother-"

"He doesn't like it." Alice interuppted.

Otto looked back to his fingers. A mix of grief and anger forming inside his body. "I'll make him stop. Whatever it takes."

"Thank you." Alice nodded.

"He told you that on the ball, did he?" Otto asked.

"Yes."

Silence filled the air between the two.

"Will you do that to me too?" Alice asked, inching away from Otto.

"Never!" Otto practically yelled. His hands went up to cover his mouth when Alice shivered under his voice. "I apologise. I didn't mean to yell. I won't ever do that to you, Alice. Only bad people do that."

Alice breathed out in relief, but stayed quiet.

Otto continued. "People become beasts when those urges take over. We trully are animals at our core."

More silence. The air was so thich they could both hear as the cooks baked some bread for the day, despite the kitchen being very distant from the servant rooms.

Otto broke the silence again. "Don't work today. Or any other day when you start bleeding. You must be in a lot of pain from it."

Alice looked at him. "I am, but that doesn't mean I get to ignore my duties as a maid just because I'm bleeding."

"I'll let Betty know. She and other maids may take breaks as well when it happens. You need to rest from it after all." Otto said, taking Alice's hand into his own.

Alice shivered at the cold touch of Otto's hand. But soon it melted away and the feeling became that of pleasure. She was certian it had something to do with it being Otto who was holding her hand. "Okay then." She said.

"But not here." Otto said quickly.

Alice blinked. "What?"

"This bed is long ways from comfortable for this kind of situation. You will be sleeping in my bed from now on." A soft blush made its way on Otto's cheeks as he said that.

He pulled her up from bed. "Come."

"Wait!" Alice pulled her hand out of his. "I can't go like this." She pointed to her bloody dress.

It took a moment for Otto to realize. "Oh. Yeah. I'll wait for you then." He exited the room and waited for Alice to change outside her door.

"I'm ready!" Came from the other side of the door and Otto opened them. Alice was wearing a deep brown dress that was way too big for her.

"Betty gave it to me. She said it's not a good idea to wear anything white so she gave me this. It's a bit big though." She smiled.

Otto blushed. "You look lovely. Shall we go?" He offered his hand to Alice who happily took it as Otto led the way to his room.

"Make yourself comfortable." He said as he closed the door behind Alice, who jumped at his bed like she was jumping in a hill of leaves in autumn.

"Oh, this is so perfect." She said as she wiggled herself inside the blanket, taking a few pillows with her.

Otto laughed at the sight. He was happy that Alice was enjoying herself. "Move over a bit." He said, making his way to the bed as well.

Alice's head appeared from beneath the blanket. "You have more than enough." She giggled.

Otto laughed. "Selfish, are we?" He cuddled close to her.

"You should sleep. You woke up in pain this morning." He said.

Alice smiled and held him closer to herself. Despite not being able to see it, she knew Otto's face was as red as the pool of blood she woke up into this morning. "Can you stroke my hair for me? It helps me sleep."

Otto nodded, gulping. His hand making its way to the temple of Alice's head, stroking bits of her hair all the way to its tips. He admired how red it was, glad that they weren't in England. He repeated the proces a couple more times before he heard soft snoring.

Otto smiled. He thought Alice couldn't get more cuter, but he was very obviously wrong. Glad that his heart chose this beautiful girl, sleeping softly in his arms, to fall in love with, he placed a kiss on her head. "Goodnight, love." He whispered.

He couldn't find it in himself to get up from the bed, so he too drifted into the land of dreams next to his beloved.'

Feliciano melted. He moved up to his room long ago because Lovino's renovation shows were too loud for him to read. He was glad that he did that othervise he would be like a snowman in spring all over the dining room's floor.

"Feliciano! Dishes! Now!" Lovino yelled.

Feliciano completely forgot about the dishes. But of course, Lovino the Mom will always remind him. No matter how busy Feliciano is.