#girl I got in an extremely silly goofy mood when I picked this up to reread

[poetlcs]

books I’ve read in 2024 - no. 27

City of Glass by Cassandra Clare

[samanthadalton]

Personality traits for Chloe st James (ABCs)

this is a (late) birthday present for @alleycat97 bc i know how much she loves Chloe. It was definitely fun writing for her character and coming up with traits for her 

taglist: @alleycat97 @cloud9in @fundamentalromantic (sometimes my tags don’t work on my laptop, im not sure why) 

NSFW on some parts but I marked the parts 

A- Attentive 

Being around someone like Poppy means that Chloe is extremely attentive to the small details. She’s always picking up on the little signals and constantly makes sure you’re okay. She’ll literally show up to your dorm at 3am if your texts seem “off” to her and she’s worried you’re sad. 

NSFW- Chloe is very attentive to your pleasure during sex and loves kissing/biting your neck or chest to heighten your pleasure. 

B- Bottom

NSFW- Chloe is definitely a bottom but she’s not a pillow princess. She once got super offended that you called her one and wanted to show you she’s not the type to lie down and take it. Even though she lets you take the reins, she’s super bratty and loves verbally teasing you to turn you on more. 

C- Candidness 

You can always count on Chloe to tell the truth because she has no filter and will say whatever is on her mind. You find it both endearing but annoying sometimes because her lack of filter means she does say a lot of things that may seem rude but you know she means well. 

D- Daredevil 

NFSW- Chloe is definitely too kinky for her own good and is always down to try something new during sex, even though she always lets you take the lead. She’ll gingerly ask you if you want to do whatever new thing she’s found online and show you a bunch of videos on how to do it. 

E- Experience

NSFW- This surprised you but Chloe doesn’t have a lot of experience in the bedroom. When it comes to sex, she feels more comfortable around people she can trust, but her past partners never gave her any security so she never really knew how much of it worked until you. But now she’s breaking out of her shell more and becoming more forward with her likes and dislikes. 

F- Favourite position

NSFW- Chloe’s favourite position is seeing you between her legs, as you pleasure her. She loves eye contact and practically falls apart when your eyes meet as you eat her out. She also loves laying down on the couch with you on top of her, kissing and cuddling her because she feels the safest in your arms. 

G- Goofiness

The more you get to know Chloe, the more goofy you realise she is. She loves acting silly and stupid on purpose just to make you laugh and isn’t afraid to scream to the top of her lungs in public which evokes weird stares from random passerbys but always seems to make you laugh. 

H- Horniness

NSFW- Chloe is the epitome of horniness and loves teasing you which ends up with you dragging her to your bedroom or just doing it right on the sofa. She loves wearing outfits which are purposely revealing, and will try and seduce you by ‘accidentally’ dropping a pen and then bending over to pick it up, showing off her ass in the process. 

I- Impulsive

Chloe tends to be pretty impulsive, acting on her own whim because she either forgets she has anything planned and does something else or she’s sick of living in a controlled environment and just likes to be spontaneous. Her impulsive decisions once led you to a three day weekend in Vegas because she just wanted to play poker (even though she doesn’t know how to play). 

J- Jealousy

Chloe gets jealous really easily, which is something she isn’t proud of but you know it’s only because she loves you so much. Whenever girls get too friendly with you, she’ll loop your arm with hers, pulling you close to your side, before giving a massive show of PDA. Usually nights where Chloe gets jealous ends in quickies in the bathroom, or just leaving the event early just so you can hook up and you can remember that you are hers, 

K- Kinks

NSFW- One of Chloe’s biggest kinks is feet. There’s something unexplainable about it but her biggest turn on is feet. She loves kissing your feet or sucking on your toes because it gets her in the mood. The first time she tried it with you, she was nervous because she wasn’t sure how you would react, but she was glad when you were receptive and enjoyed it. 

L- Lazy 

Chloe loves her lazy days where she can do nothing whatsoever. Because she’s so used to everything being done for her, she usually acts like a queen and will expect you to treat her one, which includes cooking and cleaning.

M- Masturbation

NSFW- Chloe wasn’t too comfortable with the idea of masturbation at first as a result of her inexperience but after investing in a vibrator, she definitely feels better about masturbating as a whole, though she prefers sex. 

N- Narcissism

Chloe is hugely confident about herself, which can be seen as borderline narcissistic but that’s only because she knows she looks good. Back in high school, she was the prom queen and was voted most likely to stay hot (which she was extremely happy about). Chloe does care about looks a lot but that’s only because she was insecure as a child and had to overcome a lot of those insecurities. She’s working on becoming less vain which is working because she complimented Taylor the other day and said she looked good. 

O- Opinionated 

Chloe has a lot of opinions about everything and will let them be known, even if she doesn’t have all the facts. She has a guilty pleasure of reality tv shows and will always explain to you what is going on and who is the worst and who she loves. 

P- Picky

Chloe is a very picky eater and is the type to order chicken tenders and fries or salad from a restaurant when the menu isn’t appealing to her. You’ve been working on expanding her appetite. She definitely has expensive tastes and likes the most bizarre food which makes you wonder why she’s such a picky eater. For example she loves caviar but refuses to eat scallops. 

Q- Quickies

NSFW- Though she prefers sex being sensual and passionate, she does love a good quickie and will be down for one. During parties she’ll drag you to an empty bedroom rather than a bathroom because she’s unsure of what she’ll catch. 

R- Reliable

Chloe is extremely reliant and you can depend on her whenever you need something. Because she’s number 2 at Belvoire she knows how to get things done (even if she has to use other people for it). She’s really good at delegating and is someone you can trust with your secrets. 

S- Scared

Chloe gets scared really easily and hates watching horror movies unless you’re there to cuddle with her. Once when you took her to one of those haunted houses, she fainted because a monster crept up on her and she screamed so much, she ended up knocking herself out. 

T- Toys

NSFW- Chloe doesn’t have any toys but she does have a pair of handcuffs and loves using vibrators during sex. Usually during sex, you’ll put her underwear in her mouth to quieten her or use of her expensive scarfs to tie her hands up. 

U- Useless

Chloe has a lot of insecurities and one includes her not feeling worthy or useful. You often have to reassure her that she is an amazing human being and show her how incredible she is. She’s always so appreciative of your efforts to make her feel better and with you around, she feels like she’s done something right. You’ve been encouraging her to pursue a career in dance, because she absolutely lights up when she’s choreographing a new dance routine for the Zeta’s and you know she’ll do an amazing job. 

V- Volume 

NSFW- Chloe is very loud during sex and will let every sound out. Zoey has complained once or twice (or a lot of times) about the noise but Chloe can’t help it and the moans she makes are like music to your ears. 

W- Wild

Chloe does have a crazy side and after a few drinks, all of her morals, self preservation, self control are almost gone and she’ll let loose. She once flashed a bouncer to let her into the VIP section of the club (which worked) and if you dare her to do almost anything while drunk, she’ll do it without a second thought. 

X- X-ray 

NSFW- Chloe doesn’t have the biggest boobs but they definitely are very perky. She’s slim because dancing helps her to keep fit and can do a split (which drives you a little crazy) and both front and back flips. She’s about 5’9 and she definitely prefers having medium sized hair compared to long. 

Y- Yearning

Wherever you go back home for the holidays, Chloe is always missing you because she’s accustomed to having you by her side. She’ll constantly text/facetime with you to make sure you’re okay but also because she’s missing you like crazy. 

Z- Zodiac

Chloe is super into astrology and you guys play a little game where you’ll watch random strangers and try and guess their signs. She’s always sending you daily horoscopes in regards to your sign and always sends you compatibility posts about your signs. 

[botan-shirabuki]

Kyoichiro and Fuchi HCs 🦊+🤡=❤

I thought I’d try and write some hcs about Kyoichiro and my ninja MC! These are extremely self-indulgent so I Will Not Cry if you skip over them.  

SFW

- They work really well together in the shop. It basically boils down to “Kyoichiro tells Fuchi to do something and she does it” but they’re so efficient now. Sometimes Kyoichiro finds things go almost too smoothly, and can hardly remember what working was like before her.

- Their regular customers really grow to like Fuchi. Sometimes one will pry and ask how a girl like her got a job at this shop. Fuchi just looks at Kyo with a raised eyebrow like “Yeah…how did a girl like me get a job here?” Kyoichiro just shrugs and says “The store will close before I finish telling that story.” Fuchi just rolls her eyes and the conversation moves on, but that interaction tells them all they need to know.

- Fuchi is so used to being uptight and tense and nervous that she likes to let her hair down and be straight up goofy around him. She’s a naturally funny person just from her facial expressions and mannerisms, but when she’s actually joking around she takes it to eleven. It’s literally impossible to not laugh at her jokes

- She likes to sing really silly songs (she can’t sing) when she’s cooking (she can’t cook). Kyoichiro can hear her in the next room over, but he can’t bring himself to tell her to pipe down. Later, he finds that the song is stuck in his head.

-They decided to temporarily give up on Fuchi’s cooking practice bc she nearly set his kitchen on fire. Now they have to incorporate eating out in their budget.

- On top of her being a total goof, they just have SUCH good banter. They can go back and forth for hours about anything and whoever is around to witness it finds it highly entertaining. If they point it out, Fuchi gets really bashful and she looks at Kyo like :3c but Kyo gets all flustered bc he’s mad that someone witnessed him having a moment with her.

-They take turns sleeping in each others rooms. They would move into one together but Kyo’s has the better view and Fuchi has so much stuff that she needs her own room. Raita has grown accustomed to this routine and knows which room to go to for cuddles.

- Fuchi loves annoying him bc she thinks it’s funny. He’s also pretty sexy when he’s scowling and trying his hardest not to tell her to shut the fuck up. Two wins!

- Often times, people will come to the store to shoot their shot at Fuchi and Kyoichiro has to beat them away with a bat. Mainly the magistrate, oh my god. He got robbed twice since he wants to be bold lmao

- Kyoichiro doesn’t like it when she drinks around guests. Especially around Sasuke and ESPECIALLY around Hideyoshi. More on that later.

- There are often times where Kyoichiro finds himself thinking about how amazing Fuchi is and how he doesn’t deserve her in his life. How she saves him from his own darkness. How her infectious laugh makes him feel warmer inside than sunlight ever has….only to be brought back to reality by her asking him the dumbest shit he’s heard all week.

NSFW

-  They’re pretty vanilla for the most part but Kyoichiro has found that he needs to be a bit of a brat tamer from time to time. Sometimes Fuchi takes the whole annoying him thing in a completely different direction and does whatever she can to turn him on, often during shop hours when there aren’t any customers. He’ll grab the wrist of her hand that was reaching for his dick and her chin in the other and tell her that it’s in her best interest to behave until the store closes, because there’s nothing he hates more than interruptions. She raises her eyebrows and backs off, knowing she secured the pounding that she wanted for tonight.

- Neither one is necessarily dominant or submissive. They just take things wherever they go. That being said, Fuchi often initiates things, because she wants to and Kyo is low-key worried about coming off as aggressive and scaring her away (he wouldn’t). She usually gets in bed before him, but once he’s in she’ll casually roll over towards him and starts kissing his cheek and jawline. He’ll ask her if she knows what she’s starting and everytime she looks him dead in the eye and says yes I do. Its AWN from there. There are occasions where Kyo will initiate things. If they’re fighting over something stupid, he’ll kiss her to shut her up. If the adrenaline is high after a Goemon raid, he’ll dramatically swoop in and scoop her up to drown her in a sea of kisses and then he’ll fuck her in the cape.

- Fuchi gets straight up flagrant when she’s drunk. So much so to the point where Kyoichiro doesn’t like to let her drink too much around guests. She’s always climbing in his lap, kissing and rubbing up on him while her breath smells like booze, literally begging him to put his dick in her mouth with slurred speech. He gets hard from it every time but he knows he’s gotta get her to sleep it off. Then he has to walk through the house with her clinging onto him kissing his ears telling him every single thing she wants to do to/with him. Then he has to pry her off of him and tuck her under the covers so she doesn’t get out. It’s hard work, but he always ends up with a pretty fun checklist for once she’s sober.

- He loves fucking her while she’s in her ninja clothes. It’s absurdly sexy when she pulls her mesh leggings down just enough so that they frame her ass cheeks really nicely as he fucks her from behind. Or if they’re really in a mood he’ll use the blade in his kiseru to cut them open…

- They’re both very vocal. What starts out as taunting and egging each other on turns into filthy dirty talk which turns into breathless “I love you"s and "I’ll never leave you"s in between desperate kisses.

- Both of their favourite positions are with Fuchi on top. Kyoichiro likes when she’s facing him because he likes to a) watch her tiddies bounce and b) if he’s sitting up he can hold her close to him. Fuchi likes to be in reverse because she can grind against his thigh (and sometimes she feels like she makes stupid faces which is embarrassing)

- Sometimes Kyoichiro can hardly look at her with her hair down. It reminds him of her lovely tresses being splayed across his bedding, the candlelight accentuating the waves of her undone braid. It’s embarrassing, really.

- Fuchi loves kissing underneath the moonlight, obviously preferring the full moon. As a result, sometimes she waits out on the veranda for him to return from a night of thievery in the thinnest sleep clothes she owns. Then when he gets home, she greets him with a "Hello, handsome!” and then the night goes from there!

- One time they were fucking and Kyoichiro commented that she must have been stressed af bc if her pussy got any tighter it might cut off his circulation.

- They often smoke together after sex. Fuchi picked up the habit from him. She likes to take a drag and shotgun it to him. “Well, well, it seems you are wholly unable to keep that mouth off of me.” “So it seems, but if this is your way of asking me to stop–” He pulls her back in for a real kiss.

[superheroshippinq-archive]

Self-Insert Info [ EARTH-1 ]

[ anyway i wanted to do full info for my flash self-insert because i changed her a lot ]

[ my self insert from before is the same for earth-38 ( winn and brainy’s earth ) so this self insert is just specifically for the flash. ]

Name: Quill West ( fraternal twin sister to wally west, younger sister to iris west )

Alias: “ Thunderbird ”

Species and abilities: Metahuman, electrokinesis

Ethnicity: African-American

Gender: female ( technically genderfluid but mostly presents as female )

Sexuality: biromantic asexual ( sex repulsed )

Home Earth: Earth-1

Occupation: part-time superhero, full-time mechanic/electrician for S.T.A.R. labs and team flash

Status: dating barry allen

Personality

quill is a lot like wally in personality. she has shown to be fun-loving and very playful, and fairly light-hearted, even in serious situations. quill is also very fond of making puns and pop-culture references, almost too frequently. shes pretty silly, almost similar to ray, and tends to get giggly, especially when flustered or just in a really good mood. however she is a lot more easy-going and laid back than wally, having been excited to connect with iris and joe despite being equally bitter about having grown up without a father figure. she doesn’t often get worked up easily by things, only mildly irritated, which often followed by a pretty comedic reaction. she is very sassy and is always making witty, snarky comments. she can be sarcastic too, making her butt heads a lot with harry and ralph. though sometimes she can overtalk ( ok, more than sometimes ), something she is very insecure about, and sometimes won’t make a comment on situations until provoked. she’s not as impulsive as her brother is, instead of more cautious and level-headed, favoring thinking and planning over running in blind. quill is a major coffee addict and can almost always be seen with a cup of it in hand or nearby. she can usually be found at jitters in her free-time, often accompanied by wally, H.R., or joe. 

Abilities

quill’s meta ability is electrokinesis, or electricity manipulation. her body acts as a lightning rod, able to absorb electricity, as well as an electrical conductor. she can run electricity through her body, as well as release it or shoot it out at any amount of power she wants ( within reason, of course ). she can also shape it, such as making an electricity whip or spear. When using an overload of her power, her eyes turn bright yellow and spark, however this can cause her to ‘shortage out’, or lose her memory for upwards a whole day depending on how much she exerted herself. she’ll usually regain it, but it’ll come back to her quicker if she takes a nap. team flash takes turns keeping track of her whenever this happens.

Backstory

quill west is the youngest of the west siblings and the twin sister of wally west. she wasn’t raised with iris and joe but instead with her mother, francine west, as well as her brother wally. for most of her late teen years to early twenties she worked as a barista at cc jitters, until the night the particle accelerator exploded. at the time, she had been in central city, trying to fix the electrical box at their local jitters location ( a power outage was caused right before the explosion due to poor weather ). since she had some skills in mechanics they sent her over, but the explosion, much like barry, caused her to get completely electrocuted. 

she was in the hospital for a week before they let her go, surprised she didn’t have any burns or injuries, other than a few bruises and a slight concussion. It wasn’t until the day after she was released from the hospital and returned home that she discovered she was a meta. she accidentally shortaged out the light in her room, and eventually the whole house, unable to control her electricity. she hid this from her mother as well as the rest of the world for a long time, and ended up never getting the chance to tell her that she was a meta. but she did tell wally, who helped her practice controlling her powers in secret. 

pretty quickly after reconnecting with joe and iris, quill began to get to know team flash and become extremely close with them, especially barry. she accidentally figured out he was the flash by walking in on them at S.T.A.R. labs when looking for iris. they made her swear not to tell anyone, and as a sure agreement, she revealed to them that she was a meta. not long after, she began to handle the electrical work and some mechanical work in S.T.A.R. labs, usually alongside cisco or harry. eventually, she started going out on the field alongside barry and the others, picking up the superhero alias THUNDERBIRD.

Headcanons

-unlike wally, she doesn't live with the west fam, she lives on her own in a loft nearby, kind of like kara but quill’s loft is a little bigger.

-she has a comfort animal, a golden retriever named buddy !! he's her baby !!

-everyone thinks thunderbird is a boy. most likely because she wears her hair like wally's whenever she's out being super. she's VERY popular among girls, which she really doesn't mind. she now presents as male when out as thunderbird.

-she has a drink named after her at jitters !! the 'thunderbird' is an expresso with the foam in the shape of a thunderbolt. it has so many shots its guaranteed to make your heart stop.

-her favorite drink at jitters is actually the reverse flash, a secret menu drink. she'll also go for the zoom, sometimes.

-shes like ?? never wearing her own clothes. she borrows shirts and sweaters and hoodies, etc. from barry and wally all the time, and sometimes even iris.

-she does struggle with social anxiety. she may act pretty social and crazy around team flash and her family, but outside of that she's heavily introverted and EXTREMELY socially awkward. to strangers she may come off as just really goofy and weird, but on her end shes usually really anxious and trying to cover that up with overtalking and unfunny jokes. she does get very stressed in long social situations and can be physically exhausted if out around people too long.

-her suit was made by cisco ( of course ) and is heavily based off of his own vibe suit, which she often tells him looks really cool ( or 'dope' more specifically ). its made mostly of leather, with heavy rubber padding inside the chest area to protect her from accidentally shocking her heart to death. but it also lowkey smushes her chest, not in an uncomfortable way, but definitely contributes to her more masculine appearance.

-the wings on the back of her suit are supposed to be bird wings!

-cisco calls her 'pikachu' and she literally cannot stand it. and harry calls her sparky which shes indifferent to.

-she's EXTREMELY close with wally. they grew up together and took care of each other a lot, especially when their mom got sick and was in the hospital. they've always been there for each other and continue to be. they're best friends and nearly inseparable !!

-wally and quill love to tag team ... wally can charge quill with a lightning throw and quill can create a REALLY powerful attack from it. it's like their ultimate move, but also always puts quill out of commission afterward, so they try not to do it often ( though sometimes they can't help showing off).

-quill loves to act cocky while on the field, but she's actually quite humble and is very thankful for her powers. she's one of the few metas who loves their powers and wouldn't trade them for anything.

-shes a big superhero fan and knows A LOT about every super, including her friends like barry and oliver. she studies the multiverse and it's heroes occasionally too, and sometimes visits earth-38 to study with kara. she got to meet superman once and she never shuts up about it. she also loves wearing shirts with superhero logos on them.

she’s team mechanic and usually fixes up S.T.A.R. labs after meta of the week destroys it. shes also an ‘electrician’ of sorts and can get the place to light up again if the lights shortage out.

loves film and theatre, a whole lot !!!! will fight you about why highschool musical 2 is better than highschool musical 1

she loves loves loves loves loves her speedy boyfriend

she has got some thick eyebrows and eyebags lmao

[forever-rogue]

Animal - II/II

A/N: Part 2? Part 2! Merry Chrysler from me to you! Enjoy loves, I hope you all like it! Anywaysss, requests are open, taglists are open as well! xx

PS: this little story was loosely inspired by the song Close to Me by Ellie Goulding.

Pairing: Ben Hardy! Roger Taylor x Reader

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Slight language, mild smut (allusions to smut??)

PART I (on my page/Masterlist - links still aren’t working properly!)

MASTERLIST (link on main page)

Much to Roger’s chagrin, Y/N spent the next couple of days at Brian’s. She knew she should go home and face Roger, but just couldn’t quite bring herself to do it. All she wanted to go was hide out for a few and days and have some piece and quiet.

“Lovely little sister,” Brian called out as he came home from rehearsal one evening, chucking his bag on the chair near the door. She poked her head out from the kitchen, her brows knitted in concentration, “Rog is asking about you again - still. Isn’t it about high time you went home to him?”

“Lovely older brother,” she sighed as she stirred the pasta sauce she had been hard at work on, “Roger needs to learn to be patient. It’s only been a few days, it’s not like I’m never going to speak to him again. Such a drama queen.”

“You know how he gets,” Brian threw his hands up in exasperation - he felt like the middle man between two feuding children. He opened the fridge and pulled out a drink, “and I don’t disagree with him. It has been three days.”

“I know, Bri, you don’t have to remind me,” she rolled her eyes as she tossed the sauce over the pasta she had made earlier, “besides, you’re starting to sound just like dad.”

“Yeah, well, I’m looking out for you,“ he leaned against the counter as he watched her work, getting two plates ready for them, “I love you and Rog, and I know he’s absolutely mad about you. On top of that, he’s driving all of us crazy because he won’t stop talking about you. I’m pretty sure Deacy is ready to go ham on him.”

“You know it’s bad when Deacy gets upset,” she agreed as she tried to picture him, the most gentle man she knew, getting mad. She couldn’t even recall the last time he raised his voice, “I make no promises, but I’ll talk to him.”

“When?”

“Soon,” she said vaguely as she handed him a plate of pasta, “Roger Meddows Taylor can learn to wait.”

Looking at the clock on bedroom wall, Y/N was surprised to see that it was nearly one in the morning. She rubbed her eyes, tiredness slowly setting in, before closing her book and setting it on the nightstand. While she and Brian may have been polar opposites in a lot of ways, their sibling resemblance was strong when it came to things like the pursuit of knowledge.

She had been reading about new some discoveries over in the Egypt, when she decided it was time for bed. She got up and turned the light off, grabbing her jumper and pulling it on. It had been Roger’s originally, but she quickly made it hers once she discovered how comfy it was. Plus, Roger’s scent always clinged to it, making her feel safe and loved. Y/N pulled the covers back and slid under the covers, hoping she would warm up soon.

Just as she was drifting off to sleep, her body froze when she heard something clink against the window. Figuring it must have been a bird, or some sort of insect buzzing about, she ignored it and pulled the covers up higher. After a few moments, she heard the clink again, and again, and again - this was no coincidence.

Y/N got up and tiptoed over to the window before sliding it open and sticking her head out.

“Y/N! Love, down here,” she heard Roger calling out to her. She looked down at the street and saw his blond mop of hair bobbing up and down.

“Rog, you absolute wanker!” she hissed at him, “what do you think you’re doing?!”

“I’ve come for you!” he stated as though it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I just want to talk, love. Please?”

“Fine - but why are you throwing rocks at my window?” she asked as she rubbed her brows in frustration, “you’re going to wake the whole neighborhood. Plus Mrs. Fletcher upstairs, and she’ll have my head if her sleep is disturbed. And yours, likely, she isn’t exactly Queen’s biggest fan.”

“Just let me up, and I can explain-”

“Rog, you have a damn key to this place! Why didn’t you just use that?” a look of realization crossed his face as Y/N mentally slapped herself. She loved him to death, and for how smart he was, sometimes he was a complete fool.

“I...completely forgot,“ he admitted, “but isn't this much more romantic? I’m like Romeo looking for his Juliet.”

“Tragically romantic,” she sighed at him, “now get upstairs. I’ll unlock the door for you, you silly fool.”

“Be right there,” Roger eagerly waved at her as he headed into the building. Y/N shook her head to herself as she closed the window and headed to the door. She checked to make sure the commotion hadn’t woken Brian up, and thankfully the light was still off.

Y/N opened the door and leaned against the frame as she waited for Roger to make it up to her. It wasn’t long before the sound of his rapid footfalls could be here and he came into view, a goofy grin on his face.

“Love,” he said quietly as he stopped in front of her, his blue eyes studying her intently, trying to gauge her reaction. He quickly pulled out a bouquet of red, long stemmed roses from behind his back, eagerly waiting for her take them. She couldn’t help the smile that formed on her face as she took them from him and smelled them, “do you like them?”

“I-” she paused as she felt tears coming on, moved by her favorite goof’s sweet gesture, “I love them, Rog. I love you.”

“I was hoping you would,” he said quietly as he reached up and gently wiped away the single tear that escaped, “I love you, pretty girl.”

“Come inside,” she said as she grabbed his hand and pulled him inside, quietly shutting the door, “Bri’s asleep, so try and keep it down.”

“Of course,” he said as he followed her into the kitchen, where she made quick work of getting a vase and setting the flowers int them. She admired them for a second, before feeling Roger’s arms wrap around her waist. He rested his head on her shoulder, “I’m sorry, love. I know I have a temper and pick fights over the stupidest things sometimes. I’m sorry for getting so upset over something so trivial.”

“It was extremely trivial,” she agreed as she turned her head to kiss his cheek, “I don’t think whether we get married on the 24th or 25th of July is going to make a difference, you silly buffoon.”

“Uhh, don’t remind me,” he groaned as he buried his head on her shoulder, “when you say it out loud like that it makes me sound like an absolute twat.”

“You were being an absolute twat,” she agreed, chuckling lightly, “but you’re mine. And no matter what happens, I want you to always be mine.”

“Does that mean that you’ll still marry me?” he asked cautiously, as though it was ever up for debate. Not marrying, really hadn’t crossed her mind.

“Of course I’ll still marry you,” she said as she spun around  and took her face in his hands. She could see that his eyes were looking glossy, “Roger, you’re the love of my life. I know we bicker and squabble, but, I’ve come to realize, that doesn’t mean we’re not meant to be together. There’s no one else I’d rather bicker with. There’s no one else I want to come home to. You. It’s only you. I don’t want to be somebody without your body close to me. Do you understand that?”

“Why are you so perfect?” he whispered softly as he rested his forehead against hers, “I don’t know what I’d love without you.”

“I’m sure you’d manage to survive,” she disagreed with a small laugh as her eyes met you.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” he said as his eyes locked on to her, “it’s you. And it will only be you.”

“You’re so silly, lover boy,” she smiled as he put his hands on her hips. “can I ask you for something?”

“Anything.”

“Kiss me,” she said as she ghosted her lips over his, “I want you to make love to me. And make me moan your name. Just like you always do.”

“Y/N,” he said her almost like it was a prayer, “do you have any clue what you do to me?”

“Show me,” she said as he wasted no more time in crashing his lips on to hers, both of them fighting for dominance, but Y/N quickly gave in and let him take control. He slid his hands under her jumper, the touch of cold hands on her warm skin making her shiver.

“You’re wearing my jumper,” he commented as he kissed along her jaw line, “looks so much better on you then it does on me.”

“It looks even better off,” she teased him as he groaned her kissing down her neck, making sure he would leave a barrage of hickeys marking her as his. She let out a low moan as he nipped at her sweet spot, “Roger!”

“Come on,” his voice was low and husky. She nodded in agreement as he pulled her along to the bedroom she always stayed in at Brian’s. She hushed him, making sure they didn’t stomp down the hallway, waking Brian up in the process. They didn’t need him to kill the mood right now. Roger opened the door gingerly, shutting it as soon as the two of them were in the lightly illuminated room. Roger took one look at Y/N before pinning her against the wall and continuing to kiss her, not letting her sneak so much as a kiss in, knowing it was going to frustrate her, “fuck, I love you.”

“Roger,” she breathed as she tangled her hands in his unruly hair. She could the vibrations of laughter in his chest as he stopped and looked at her, “you play so dirty.”

“It’ll all be worth it, love,” he promised as reached for the bottom of her jumper and pulled it over her head, discarding it on the floor. He admired her for a moment, and Y/N took advantage of the break in his ministrations, and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. He smiled at her for a moment, gently touching her lips.

“Don’t get all mushy on me now, Taylor,” she teased as she reached for his belt and swiftly unbuckled it, “not tonight.”

“Whatever you want,” his breath hitched as he quickly slipped off his pants and reached for her and kissed her roughly and guided her towards the bed, “can’t promise that Bri won’t wake up. I’ll have you screaming in no time.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” she raised her eyebrow at him as she pushed him down on the bed and straddled his hips. It was her turn to make him squirm as she kissed along his jawline.

“Never been a lie yet, has it love?” he said gruffly as he deftly flipped her so he was on top and in control.

“If you’re going to do it, just do it and shut up!” Brian’s voice was sleepy and annoyed as he shouted from across the hall. Y/N’s cheeks heated up in embarrassment as Roger chuckled and hung his head.

“You got it mate!” he shouted back at Bri as Y/N slapped his arm, trying to contain her laughter. Only in this crazy family she thought to herself.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open as she felt Roger’s long warm fingers ghosting along her spine. She rolled over so she was face to face with him and kissed the tip of his nose.

“Good morning, love,” he said quietly, his voice was rough and gravely from recently waking up.

“Good morning, Rog,” she smiled at him as he reached over and took her hand in his, pressing a chaste kiss to it, “ a true Renaissance man.”

“Only for you, “ he winked at her, “for the rest of the world I’ve got an image to keep up. I am Roger Taylor after all.”

“You’re so full of it,” she rolled her eyes at him, “good thing we know the real you.”

“I love you, Y/N, truly,” he whispered softly as she closed her eyes and hummed contently, “no matter who the world sees or gets, you’ll always have all of me.”

“I know,” she agreed, “you’re a silly man, an overdramatic hysterical queen, but I love you for that. No matter how silly our fights are, I always want to come back to you.”

“I’m not hyster-”

“Yes you are, silly boy. You’re giving Freddie a run for his money these days,” she insisted as she opened her eyes to peek at him.

“Am not!”

“Need I remind of you want happened when the lads didn’t agree with I’m in Love with my Car?”

“I’m sensitive about that,” he half joked as he pouted. Y/N giggled as she kissed his pouting lips.

“I know my soft boy, I know-”

“Breakfast is ready you fools!” Brian exclaimed as he swung the door opened and looked at the two of them. Y/N pulled the covers higher over herself as Roger gave him a what the fuck look.

“Bri! Have you ever heard of privacy?!” she hissed at him.

“Last time I checked, this was my place,” he said as he raised his eyebrows at her, “and I’ve had to listen to the two of you going at it all night. So I think privacy is a little non existent at this point.”

“Why were you listening!?”

“No one could sleep through that,” he said, a haunted look on his face. He was clearly trying to get the memory out of his mind, “so yeah and anyways, food’s in the kitchen.”

“Thanks, Bri,” she said as she and Roger started giggling like school children caught red handed.

“Oh and Mrs. Fletcher from upstairs was on one this morning,” Bri called to them, “she said if she ever hears that much noise again she’d get us all evicted.”

“Roger! I told you so,” she said as she smacked him and he gave her an innocent smile, “I’m mortified.”

“At least you had a good time?” he tried and she gave him an incredulous look.

“I swear,” she sighed as slid out from the under covers and reached for her robe heading to kitchen, where she could smell delicious food, “I don’t know how I put up with you.”

“Because you love me?!” he said as he hastily followed after her, almost tripping on an article of discard clothing, ‘Y/N! Love, wait!”

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5K Contest 1st Prize

For @c-taylor-wanna-be-a-glader (sorry for the wait, but thanks for being so patient! :D):

Fandoms: Teen Wolf & Star Wars

Gender to be shipped with: Male

Name: Taylor

Description: Tan skin, hazel eyes. Very long, dark brown, curly hair. I dress pretty casually, t-shirts, flannel shirts, sweaters, jeans. I'm a total geek, and proud of it! I'm fiercely protective of those I love. I'm a very deep person with a good sense of humor. Generally quiet and soft-spoken, but I also have this Chris Evans kind of laugh, and I do it all the time! I'm told I'm extremely happy and optimistic, but in reality I'm a worrier. And I'm a people-pleaser, which constantly gets me in over my head. I love being outdoors, sports, cooking, music and singing, photography, animals, fandoms, drawing, and graphic design.

TEEN WOLF

Lover: Stiles (you’re also a lot like Catori, Taylor!). You and Stiles are so alike that you agree in almost everything. You personalities click together perfectly, you have similar senses of humor (even if yours is a bit more pure and his is straight up sarcastic) and he’s so in love with you. He’s always there for you when you overthink and he’s up to do anything with you, he doesn’t care as long as you’re together. 

Best friend: Scott. While Stiles is closer to you, it’s Scott who has the same view of the world, the one that believes in kindness and in people and the one who prefers to see the silver linings and the good things in life, the small things. That’s why you’re best friends, there’s a different connection than the one you have with Stiles. 

Enemy: Derek. Not that you really hate each other, but he’s the one you clash with the most. Maybe because of your bubbly personality and his kind of pesimistic view of the world. But you can still tell he cares about you anyway.

Other characters: You and Lydia have your moments, most times you get along but you tend to disagree in many things. Liam gets along with you really well, and so does Mason and Kira, even if you’re not extremely close with any of them. Allison is your second best friend after Scott, and you do girly things together but also talking about serious things and help each other out. 

Drabbles

Stiles

Waiting in the hall was the worst, you wished you didn’t have a free period to fill. Honestly, it made you want to go home and forget about the rest of the day’s classes.

A guy was looking you from time to time, standing in front of you and leaning his back against the lockers just like you were. You stared back, wondering where his interest came from.

“Cool shirt” He mumbled, a friendly compliment.

“Thanks!” You looked down to it in an instinct. “I love my Batman t-shirt” 

The boy grinned to himself and walked a few steps closer to you, crossing his arms over his chest just to uncross them again and fidget around.

“He probably likes bananas, right?” He showed you a goofy face. “Na na na na Batman?” 

You let out a genuine guffaw of laughter, definitely not expecting such a silly and absurd joke. Growing self-conscious of your loud laughter, however, you covered your mouth with your hands to suffocate the noise. But he was just smiling. 

“Sorry, bad joke” He awkwardly scratched the back of his head. “I just like your shirt, that’s all, forget about the rest”

“No, it was funny!” You encouraged him, smiling widely. A smile of its own appeared on his lips.

“I don’t think we’ve met” The grin never left his lips even as he spoke. “I’m Stiles” 

“I’m Taylor” You realized he was offering you a hand, so you shook it. 

“You have a terrible sense of humor, Taylor” He winked at you. “As bad as mine”

Scott

You took too long drawing to pass the time, and now you had to rush for class. In your hurry, you completely missed the boy standing in the middle of the hallway. He was facing his back to you and even if he turned around when he heard you, it was too late. None of you were fast enough to avoid the collision.

Both of you fell to the ground, papers flying by in the air as you stopped clutching the folder in your arms.

“Sorry!” You picked yourself up and gathered your notes back. “I’m so sorry!” 

“Don’t worry” He smiled at you and helped you pick up your papers. “You okay?” 

“Yeah, yeah” You heaved a sigh. “I’m just late, can you tell me the time?” 

The boy took a quick glance at his wristwatch and grimaced in anticipation to your response.

“It’s... twenty past” 

“Damn it... It’s so late, I might as well skip it...” 

“At least it’s the last class, right?” He showed you a friendly smile that made you feel a little better. 

You nodded, clumsily fixing your hair, giving up on arriving to class. When you heard the boy chuckle, though, you looked up at him.

“We can hang out for a while, at least until you catch your breath” 

“Sure” You grinned too, realizing you were almost gasping for air. “I’m Taylor” 

“I’m Scott” His kind smile lingered on his lips. “I think we’ve seen each other around in class”

Derek

The situation was tense, and didn’t look too bright. Looking at your friends, you could see the concern and anguish in their faces. Except for Derek’s, you should have known by how people spoke of him. It was the first time you were around each other, but you could tell he was keeping calm.

“We’re screwed” Stiles muttered in annoyance. 

“There must be a way to defend ourselves from the other pack...” Scott said, apparently thinking aloud.

“L-Let’s think positive” You bashfully noted, feeling a bit out of place since you weren’t used to any of that yet. “There’s got to be a good side to this” 

“No offence, kid” Derek glanced at you for the first time. “But you’re not helping, there’s no good side about this” 

“But...” You pouted, looking at your boyfriend Stiles, who in turn stared at Derek.

“Another pack of werewolves declared war on us, how is that good?” 

Immediately, you could tell he didn’t like you. Maybe you were too energetic and optimistic for his like and you were far too different to get along, at least for now.

STAR WARS

Lover: Luke. There’s something special about you two, maybe because you grew up together and you knew each other so well that it was inevitable. But you understand each other like no one else does, you relate to one another and can almost see in each other’s souls and minds. There’s just a unique bond between you and him and you care deeply about one another.

Best friend: Rey. At first you didn’t quite get along because she was a bit distant, but in time you grew closer. You realized you were a bit similar and she saw how kind and cheerful you are and you were suddenly making jokes here and there and you both saw that you trusted each other.

Enemy: Han. It’s not that you’re actually enemies? But you just don’t get along, that’s all. Maybe it’s because your personalities are incompatible and even if you get along a bit better you’re just not friends yet. You notice Han makes an effort for you to like him and makes jokes and all, but you can’t quite bring yourself to be friends with him even if you grew to like him and even if you actually trust him.

Other characters: Poe likes you a lot! You’re kind, funny, smart and bubbly and he loves your energy, so he’s pretty nice and playful to you. Finn is a close friend to you, and you’re always chatting and also trust each other a lot, going to the other for advice when you need it. You and Leia aren’t extremely close, but you have lots of fun whenever you’re together and understand the other really really well. Chewie is your friend also, because even though you don’t speak Wookie you feel like you almost do, like you can understand him even when he isn’t speaking. 

Drabbles

Luke

You smiled as you saw Luke making his way to you, holding something in his hand. Maybe it was the part you had been wanting for weeks, the one missing to finish your droid! He found it! 

“I can’t believe it!” You jumped up and down as he approached you. “Really?” 

Luke reciprocated your smile and handed something to you. The missing part.

“Here you go, Tay”  

“You’re the best, Luke!” You took it from him and observed it, feeling him staring fondly. 

Both living in Tatooine, you two grew up together. To the point that it was so long ago that you barely even remembered how you became friends. And when certain... feelings arised. Truth was, you thought differently about him now. 

You often wondered if he did too, seeing as he bothered to look for something you really wanted and spent so long until he finally found it. Just to make you happy. 

“Thank you so much!” You threw yourself to hug him, making him chuckle happily as he hugged you too. 

Too excited to contain yourself, you kissed him in the cheek as you broke away. You worried that you went too far, but Luke was smiling. Even if he was blushing too.

Rey

You thought it was just another monotonous and hopeless day at Jakku, but you saw something that lightened you up in your apathetic mood. Being stuck there wasn’t fun, and you only ever saw how selfish and cruel people could be. So when you saw that girl refusing to sell that droid even for the food she obviously needed, it made your heart sing with hope. 

You stood up from your shade, brushing the sand off yourself, and approached her. The girl seemed a bit moody as her orange and white droid friend followed her, yet not regretful.

“Hey, I would have done the same thing” You told her, admiring her kindness and selflessness.

“What?” She was surelly surprised that a complete stranger was talking to her, and confused as to what you were talking about.

“You can maybe get food another way” You said, letting her know you saw everything. “But people, and especially friends, are irreplaceble” 

The girl looked down to her droid friend, which beeped in response, and then back to you as her brown eyes locked with yours. 

“Funny, I think everyone else would call me crazy for doing that” She frowned, seizing you as she stared.

“Not me, that’s for sure” You extended a hand to her, dedicating her a bright smile. “I’m Taylor” 

“Rey” She shook your hand and nodded her head to the droid. “That’s BB8″ 

That smile lingering in your lips, you nodded at your new friends.

“Pleased to meet you both” 

Han

You were finally going to meet the famous Han Solo. After hearing so many stories from Luke and once you convinced him to take him with you in his adventures, you met Leia. And now you were about to be introduced to Han, someone you were extremely curious about.

Honestly, you didn’t know what to think of him. Judging by what your friends told you about him, he was cheeky and arrogant and cunning. The only reason you were okayish with him was because your friends trusted him and apparently he had their backs. Not that you were convinced about him still.

As soon as you walked into the ship, a confident looking man wearing a vest approached you, bearing a self-satisfied smirk.

“Hi there” He offered you a hand. “I’m Han, you must be Taylor” 

“Yeah” Warily, you shook his hand, not wanting to be rude. 

“Luke never mentioned how beautiful you are” The smirk never left his face as he nonchalantly shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest. “Guess he wants to keep you all for himself” 

“Excuse me?” You frowned, wondering what he was on about and why he was flirting with you even though he had just met you. He was giving you a terrible first impression. 

“It’s a joke” He said, holding his hands up. “To break the ice?” 

“Aha...” You awkwardly said, navigating the ship to reunite with your boyfriend Luke. 

“Well, that happened” You heard Han saying behind you, realizing he made you slightly uncomfortable.

[nui-the-super-lesbian]

Pillow Talk

I friend of mine had a dream like this, so I turned it into a fic. Enjoy! 

Sometimes, Camilla hated being home alone. Sure, it gave her ample time to enjoy Nozomi’s extensive library of anime and manga, but it wasn’t very fun when Nozomi wasn’t there to enjoy it with her. She didn’t need to work, since Camilla’s family paid for all of their expenses, but Nozomi insisted on doing it anyway. Apparently she didn’t want to waste her degree, so she got herself a desk job. A job that seemed to suck the life out of her every passing day. It kept her out of the house and active, but sometimes she’d come back looking like she’d lost the will to live.

And today looked like it was one of those days.

Camilla was laying on the couch, as she usually did, curled up under a blanket and reading another volume of one of Nozomi’s recommended manga. She’d already read enough today, but right now the story was getting so good that she just couldn’t put it down. The heroes had finally reached the villain’s lair after a painfully long and treacherous journey, and the protagonist was currently at his mercy since he could stop time. It was truly gripping, and it felt like there was no way he was going to escape that barrage of knives that were floating mere inches away from his face. She froze on that page, too tense to turn it for fear of what would happen. Would he die? Of course he wouldn’t, but his best friend and their shaman had already been killed already, so there was a chance that he might meet his end here. It felt like time was slowing down for her as she turned the page, and there was absolutely nothing that could rip her away from such a gripping scene.

Ok, that was a lie. There was one thing, and that was the front door opening. And that meant that Nozomi was finally home. Camilla’s heart skipped a beat as she heard it swing open, and she closed the manga and looked up to see Nozomi walking into the kitchen.

“Welcome home, Nontan!” Camilla greeted her, putting the book down on the coffee table so she could give her girlfriend her full attention. Nozomi didn’t immediately respond, and that already made Camilla go from excited to a little bit concerned.

“Hey Cammy…” Nozomi groaned as she put her bag down, turning so that Camilla could see her very tired face, “How was your day?”

“Oh, it was alright. I did some reading, cleaned a little bit, it wasn’t very lively,” Camilla replied, keeping her energy up in hopes that the vibes she was giving off would help Nozomi’s mood improve, “And you?”

“I got swamped with so much stuff today…” Nozomi said, rubbing her forehead, “Mako-chan was out, so I had to cover for her, and… and it was just really exhaustin’, y’know?” Nozomi paused to yawn, and she cracked her neck in an effort to keep herself awake. Camilla nodded, assessing the situation. Nozomi wasn’t asking for it, but she certainly looked like she could use a little help.

“Well, sounds like you need yourself a little pick-me-up after the day you’ve had,” Camilla said, sitting up a bit, “Is there anything I can do for you, dear?”

Nozomi shook her head and looked down as she took her jacket off. “Nah, I’m good. You don’t have to do anything for me, really!”

Her rejection of her offer made Camilla frown. She hated how stubborn Nozomi could be when it came to accepting things. She was always ready to give and do things for her, so why couldn’t she just be the same with receiving? Perhaps she was going to need to try something else if she wanted to get her love to unwind.

“Are you sure~?” Camilla asked, adding a hint of seductiveness to her tone, “Because I think you might be hungry for something else…” She slid her blanket off and let it drop to the floor. Since she was just staying in the house and being a lazy fuck all day, Camilla had on her infamous Momma Bear hoodie with matching shorts, an outfit which, while incredibly hot, was also extremely comfortable for her to do nothing in. She flashed a sly, saucy smirk at the purple haired girl, arching her back out to display all that delicious, exposed tummy.

Nozomi, however, didn’t seem to care about it. She didn’t even blush. She just sighed and shook her head.

“Cammy… I’m fine, really,” She said, “Besides, we just had sex last night. I’m grateful for more, but I’m sated.”

Well damn, that was new. Camilla had never seen her reject tummy before. Usually that turned Nozomi into a horny blushing mess, and she’d jump across the room and tackle her so that she could enjoy her meal. But there she was, turning it down. It actually kind of stung, to be honest.

Defeated, Camilla slouched back down onto the couch and looked away, trying to hide an embarrassed blush. She felt like a fool. But she was a fool who was in love, and she wasn’t gonna let Nozomi go without some lovely rest and relaxation.

“Alright, I suppose you have a point,” Camilla murmured, “But I still think that you shouldn’t make dinner. At least, right now, anyway. You should take a breather instead of working yourself to the bone.”

“Cammy… I’m fine, alright?” Nozomi raised her voice as she tried to get her point across, “I don’t…. *yawn* I don’t need you to bend over backwards for me right now, alright?” The yawn made Camilla’s eyebrows raise, and she turned her head back to look Nozomi right in the face with a stern glare. “...Ok maybe I’m a little tired…” Nozomi admitted, yawning again.

“Indeed you are,” Camilla stated, “And it sounds like you really need a good nap.”

“Yeah, you’re right…” Nozomi said, letting Camilla win yet another small argument, “I think I’m gonna go upstairs and take one. We can order something later.”

“Absolutely not!” Camilla shouted, standing up from the couch. Her sudden raise in volume made Nozomi stop dead in her tracks, afraid that she had done something else to upset her.

“Did you want to make dinner instead?” Nozomi asked, turning to face Camilla as she leaned on the kitchen doorway.

“No, silly! Takeout is fine, but you’re staying down here if you want to take a nap!” Camilla went from stern to a little goofy there, but she was still giving orders, and Nozomi had no choice but to follow them, even if they didn’t make sense. After all, Camilla did know best for her.

“Um… ok?” Nozomi said, walking into the living room with a confused look on her face, “But why do you want me to sleep down here?”

Camilla didn’t say a word, she just sat back down on the couch and put a hand on her lap, patting her thigh a couple times as she looked at Nozomi with a tender smile. Nozomi wasn’t sure what she meant for a second, but then it clicked. And when it did, she smiled and giggled.

“Ahhh… that’s just like you, isn’t it?” Nozomi chuckled, walking over to the couch so she could take her nap. She got herself situated to lay there, and once she did, she put her head down on Camilla’s lap, facing away from her.

“Are you comfortable?” Camilla asked, looking down at her love, who was all cute and situated on her lap.

“Yeah…” She answered, picking the blanket off the floor and throwing it over herself, “Your thighs are really warm… and soft…” She sounded like she was starting to drift off already, and that made Camilla’s face burn from how adorable it was.

“I know, my siblings used to say the same thing whenever they’d do this,” Camilla replied, putting a hand on Nozomi’s head and stroking her hair softly, “Ahh… it’s been years since I’ve had somebody do this. It’s refreshing to finally have someone rest on me again, though.”

“Yeah, I guess it would be,” Nozomi replied, letting out another yawn. “Do you mind if I try a little something, though?”

“Not at all. If it makes you more comfortable, than go ahe-AHH!” Camilla let out a surprised gasp as Nozomi quickly shot up and pulled her onto the couch, with the two of them facing each other. She pulled Camilla down a bit by the legs before she put herself between them, curling up before she rested her head on Camilla’s exposed tummy.

“Ahhh… much better,” Nozomi sighed, shifting around to get more comfortable as her cheek rubbed up against Camilla’s belly. Camilla was speechless at first, but then she let out a giggle and just accepted it.

“I thought you said you’d had enough of my tummy?” She teased, lightly bopping Nozomi on the side of her head for being a liar.

“I did, in a sexual way. I might find your belly attractive, but I love it even more in a pure way! It’s the softest, squishiest, warmest, cutest tummy I know, and I love it to bits, hehe! But not as much as I love you, though...” Camilla couldn’t help but blush at that. She was humbled, and she honestly felt like she was going to get a bit teary eyed. This was simply too much!

“Well… I hope you know that I love you even more than you love me or my tummy,” Camilla replied, stroking Nozomi on the head again to help her drift off.

“I know…” Nozomi yawned, closing her eyes, and just like that, she was asleep.

“Sweet dreams, dear~” Camilla replied, getting comfortable on the couch so that she could watch her sleeping Nontan. 

Camilla hated being alone. But right now, she wasn’t. And she was content. 

FIN

[shewhowantsmouseears]

Love Like Lava, 5

Notes: As always, big thanks to my fantastic editors, Drucilla and BlueShifted!

Five chapters in and our love interests FINALLY meet! I used a lot of an old storybit for it, I admit. And yes, more Beagles! I'll always have plenty of those it pick from!

Summary: The goddess of love meets the unloved god. There is definitely a spark between them, but who would have expected the spark of life?

Gods and goddesses were capable of speaking any language they desired, and being all-powerful magical beings, they could understand any word that came from any creature's mouth. But no one on Mount Olympus could understand what “AuuuuuuuUUUughhhhhhahahaaaaaa” meant. Had it come from anyone else but Minnie, they would have found it incredibly disturbing and tried to shut down the noise. But because it was Minnie, they found the sound adorable and even charming.

She laid on her throne, leaning on the armrests with her face to the sky, continuing to warble in odd moaning and sobbing noises. She ignored the men cooing and fawning over her, dropping presents all around. Even when Pete tried to gain her favor by plopping a pearl necklace into her lap, it merely turned into a macabre version of “he loves me, he loves me not”. As usual, Mortimer, Gladstone, and Pete babbled on about how great they were, how great she was, and how great they'd be together until it turned into a not so great fistfight. Minnie was far too lost in her own agony to even notice.

Mickey, the god of mystery, who was so sweet and so nice and so handsome, hated Minnie. The two conflicting images she had of him swirled around in her head – the Mickey that treated his sea family with affection and sincerity, and the Mickey that wanted to spit in her eye. She wanted to be near him, to touch those strong muscles on his arm, to hear his voice say her name with kindness, to learn every single detail about him...and he called her rotten! After hearing that, Daisy had to literally drag Minnie away from the beach, as the demigoddess was fairly sure Minnie was no longer able to move on her own. Daisy kept saying Mickey wasn't worth the trouble, but all her attempts to cheer Minnie up went nowhere.

“At least I've got real problems!” Pete was snarling, banging his dirty fists against the armor on his gut. “What's the use of bein' the god of war when no one feels like havin' a war? The most I can get out of anyone these days is guys pickin' on some goofball because he's clumsy. It's like wantin' a banquet and just gettin' a measly apple! I'm starvin'!”

“You, of all people, are hardly starving,” Mortimer laughed while poking Pete in the belly. “Look, we can influence mortals, but we can't make them do exactly what we want. That's the way the wine flows.” He yanked his hand back before Pete could break his wrist. “I mean, except for Aphrodite. A girl that beautiful, I bet she could make the ocean turn back the tide with just one wink!”

Not one to be outdone, Gladstone offered his own ridiculous flattery. “I bet she could turn all the dead in the Underworld back to life with just a flick of her tail!”

Pete was always eager to win contests. “I bet she could get all of Troy to go to war over just one look!”

As deep in mourning as Minnie was, it was getting harder to concentrate on her suffering with all this noise. She had come to the last pearl – he loves me not – when she suddenly snapped, “Name my favorite color.”

All three men abruptly turned their heads, surprised that the object of their affection had actually come into the conversation. Having genuinely no idea what the real answer was, they gave their best shot.

“Lucky green!” was Gladstone's, “Wine white!” was Mortimer's, and “Blood red!” was Pete's.

“Those are your favorite colors,” Minnie grumbled, pushing herself into a sitting position. She didn't know why she was bothering with the men who never listened to her before, but they'd caught her in a bad mood. “None of you know anything about me, not even my favorite color! I don't even know what my favorite color is, because you people don't tell me anything. You all claim to love me, but you don't know anything about me.”

“I know all about you!” Pete declared far too loudly, straightening his back and jutting out his chin. “I know that you're prettier than posies, way lovelier than any other lady, and-”

“Is there anything you know about me that's not about my looks?” Minnie interrupted,  knowing that even as she scowled and gritted her teeth and glared as hard as she could, these egomaniacs would still only see her as gorgeous. Within seconds her point was proven as Pete was counting on his fingers, trying to find something he knew about her, anything, that didn't pertain to her appearance. Gladstone and Mortimer were more than happy to one-up him, but to their disappointment they also came up short.

Pete soon gave up, throwing his hands up in the air. “Aw, what does it matter? Everyone on Mount Olympus loves you, but I love you most of all! You're the best thing that's happened to this place since myself!”

“That's not love!” Minnie was now on her feet, wagging a finger at all three of them, stepping over all the luxurious gifts she had no use for. “You might as well put a statue of me here, there'd be no difference! Love is not just looks! That's shallow, and silly, and – and – and you can't claim to love someone when you don't even know what their favorite color is!”

And in that exact second Minnie suddenly realized she had no idea what Mickey's favorite color was. Her eyes widened and her finger began to fall – come to think of it, she didn't know his favorite food either, or if Mickey was his first name or chosen name, or why he had muscles, or where he came from, or  - and this hit Minnie the hardest – anything about him besides his looks. Self-loathing welled up in her throat like an urge to heave. She'd been crying and wailing over a man she hadn't spoken two words to. How was she any better than these three, who even now were once again trying to guess her favorite color despite her answer a minute earlier?

“Oh, no,” Minnie covered her face with her hands, horribly embarrassed. Hadn't she tried to find Mickey in the first place because no one knew anything about him? She could hardly call this mission accomplished. She wanted to have information no one else had, so she could stop feeling so stupid compared to everyone else. But now she needed advice on where to go from here, and she wasn't going to get it from the all-mighty peanut gallery. She lifted her head, and with a hard gulp, reluctantly said, “Thank you. All of you.” She jumped down to the mortal plane before giving them a proper explanation – she doubted they would understand it anyway.

Again she was proven right, and the moment she was gone they began fighting over who she was thanking the most. But something Minnie had failed to notice was that with each fight about her, it was getting longer, more violent, and far more destructive. Shouting matches would soon involve the other residential gods, and thrones would be destroyed after being used as weapons. Things were escalating day by day.

Today wasn't the breaking point, but it was on the horizon.

~*~

Goofy's morning routine was mostly the same every day. He would tumble out of his makeshift bed, say good morning to his statue of Millie, find a way to the kitchen, eat a modest meal, and then go into town to either make money or find inspiration. Yesterday had been a make money day – it was particularly successful, as he helped a small crew put together a rooftop and he'd only fallen in twice. That meant today was an inspiration day, which meant he could travel all over town to find anything to stir his muse. He made sure to wave hello to all he saw, despite knowing many would merely roll their eyes and quickly wave back before trying to get out of his line of sight. Only the children would chime back “Good morning!”, since they were too young to share their parents' prejudice. He didn't mind - so he told himself.

Something he did mind was that he hadn't seen Daisy or Minnie ever since that one day. Had they been travelers that were merely passing by? This was disappointing to think of, since they'd been awfully nice, and he was just about done with Minnie's peach. As much as he could tell himself over and over, day by day, that he didn't mind the village's treatment of him, it still hurt in a place he tried to ignore. He was lonely, but there was nothing he could do to change it if the villagers themselves didn't want to change their attitude.

During his walk he could spot the temple of Aphrodite, and more importantly saw some familiar figures sneaking into it. His long face frowned – as much as he cared about the village, it did hold some seedy characters. Whereas Goofy's trouble was the result of mistakes, clumsiness, and not thinking things out 100%, these particular men and one woman committed trouble on purpose. They were thieves, and not even good ones.

Goofy marched straight toward the temple, and as he took one step inside, he shouted, “You Beagles better be on your best behavior!”

The Beagle family was rumored to have a branch in every village in Greece, and the less Beagles one had, the better off the village was. This village had three, making the village unlucky but not terribly poor. There was Burger Beagle, the youngest and the heaviest who was often stuffing his mouth with whatever his fingers could grab – he'd tried to eat one of Goofy's well beyond ripe peaches and was turning green for the effort. Bouncer Beagle was the big brother, who was taller than everyone in the village and had more muscles than most of them, too. There was an ongoing rumor that he had a gold tooth but some people argued that it was just an extremely dirty yellow. Lastly there was Ma Beagle, the matriarch, a heavyset woman with gray hair and a gray disposition. No one was sure if she was the mother of all the Beagles or simply one of many, and any who dared ask tended to find themselves sporting a black eye afterwards.

Ma Beagle placed her hands on her hips – no, now that Goofy looked closely, one hand on was on her hip and the other was behind her back – and pointed her nose upward. “I don't know what you're implying! My babies are always on their best behavior.”

Bouncer, not the fastest horse in the stable, scratched his head. “We are?”

Goofy crossed his arms and tapped his foot, looking from one member of the family to the next. “Then you weren't here to rob the temple, were ya?”

“Robbing a goddess's temple!” Ma placed her hand on her head – the other still behind her – and leaned back as if she could faint at the very notion. Despite the poor act, Bouncer held out his arms to catch her. “Who would ever do such a thing? They would have to be the lowest of the low!”

“Besides,” Burger added after a sick belch, “there wasn't anything here but old peaches and a few coins.” Ma swiftly kicked her son in the leg, causing him to fall over with a cry.

“I knew it!” Goofy stomped up to the aging mother, holding out a flat palm. “You give back that money, it ain't yours! It was an offerin' to the goddess, and it meant a whole lot to someone to give that up!”

Ma dropped the frail old lady act as she stood back up, sneering as she held up the stolen satchel that clinked as it swung from her fingers. “Finders keepers, goof! If it's between someone with rocks in his head and me and my boys, they'll believe me first! Why don't you take that big ugly snout of yours and keep it out of my business!”

“You tell 'im, Ma!” Bouncer cheered after he helped his little brother stand up, and made sure to smack Burger's hands before he could try eating another peach.

Goofy tried to take the satchel back, but Ma swung it away, taking several steps back for every single step he took forward. “You can't take what don't belong to you! It ain't right! You should make a decent livin' for yerself!”

Ma laughed, easily dodging each of Goofy's attempts to grab her. “And you call your life decent? You're the village idiot! Maybe me and my boys aren't going to win any popularity contests anytime soon, but at least we like each other!”

“Mostly!” Burger and Bouncer said together.

“But nobody wants you around!” Ma made a swift turn around the single pedestal, but when Goofy tried the same tactic, his untied sandal caused him to trip. He cried out as he fell over the pedestal, causing it to fall with him and splattering the remains of the peaches on his back. The Beagles laughed harshly, Bouncer even doubling over while Burger held his aching stomach. Ma tossed the satchel up and down in her hands, looking down at Goofy in more ways than one. “See? At least when we're bad, we do it right! You try to be right, and you're bad at it! I bet the entire village would be better off if you weren't around!” Satisfied at the sting in the sculptor's eyes, she headed out of the temple. “Come on, boys, Mama's gunna buy us some nice new clothes!”

“How about an early lunch, Ma? I'm starving!”

Goofy laid there until their mocking voices could no longer be heard, as he was afraid if they saw him making an effort they'd fire off more insults. With a resigned sigh, he sat on his knees and pushed the pedestal back into its original position. This wasn't an unusual day for him – which made it all the worse. “I sure hope Aphrodite ain't mad at me for messin' up her temple,” he mumbled to himself as he picked smelly peach jam off of his fur.

“Oh, I'm sure she's not mad at all!”

Goofy was so taken aback by the sudden voice that his body jerked and he knocked over the pedestal again. Once he set it upright, he looked at the corner of the temple where the voice came from – out of literally nowhere stood Minnie, in the same mortal disguise she had used before. Goofy had no idea how she could have gotten in without seeing her, but he put it out of his mind. “Minnie! Aw, I was just thinkin' about you!”

Minnie smiled – if she couldn't expect any help from Olympus and Daisy had told her to give up, she really only had one other person she could go to for help. “It's good to see you again, Goofy.” She then darted forward for one of her traditional hugs – stopped when the stench hit her nose – then decided it was something she could live with and wound up in his arms anyway.

Goofy chuckled quietly, picking Minnie up into his arms, since she was very light to begin with. “Always an affectionate one, ain'tcha?” He easily stood up, carrying Minnie around in one arm as he walked outside of the temple. They'd both need some cleaning up now, and the local well wasn't too far off. “But yer peach ain't ready yet, I'm afraid. Still gunna need a few more days on that one.”

“Oh, no, I didn't come for that.” Minnie continued to hang onto him, ignoring the townsfolk's stares – Goofy covered in foodstuffs was normal, but him carrying around a pretty young girl was not. Some craned their necks to follow them, while others blinked so much their eyes stung. “I actually was hoping you could give me some advice.”

The tall dog came to an abrupt stop, staring at Minnie as if she'd suddenly gained two extra ears. Did he hear right? “Well! I, uh...Gwarsh! Nobody's ever asked me for advice before.” He couldn't believe he had to say it out loud. He'd been so used to everyone calling him a moron that he believed it himself, so this was throwing him for all kinds of loops. “Are you sure there ain't anyone else you can ask?”

“Not really,” Minnie admitted with a small shrug. “But I trust you! I know you'll be honest with me!”

She had him there. He scratched his head idly, and then resumed walking. “I suppose that's true enough. Never did like liars. One lie always leads to another, and then you got yourself nothin' but trouble.” At the brick and mortar well, he sat Minnie down at the well's edge and grabbed a wooden bucket. “I guess anythin's worth tryin' once. What did you wanna ask me?”

Minnie kicked her tiny legs about, unsure of how to word this the way it needed to be said. While later in life Aphrodite would be known for many accomplishments and stories, one of the few things people would remember is that she first coined the phrase, “I have this friend.” Once Goofy nodded, she continued. “She...she wants to be close to a certain someone, but she doesn't know how to do it. She doesn't have a lot of friends. The first friend she made was kind of by accident. But this someone already doesn't like her. He doesn't even know her, and he wants nothing to do with her.”

Goofy “hmmm”ed the matter over as he tied the well's rope to the bucket and then tossed the bucket into the well. He continued to “hmm” as the bucket sunk into the water, and “hmm”ed once more as he pulled the bucket back up. “Not an easy one, that's for sure.” When the bucket was in his hands, he dumped the entire contents on himself, and then resumed the process all over again. “Y'know, I kinda have the same problem here. Most folks don't wanna get to know me. They hear the name 'Goofy', and turn the other way. They don't even wanna try to learn who I am. You know why that is?”

Minnie glanced up, waving her hand in front of her nose as the smell was still there. “Because people fear change?”

“Nope.” Goofy dropped the bucket with a thud into the well. “Cause people don't like feelin' dumb. They'd rather stick with the wrong facts than think of themselves as bein' dumb. Feelin' like that, it's the worst, cause you hear all the time how other people talk about dummies. You don't wanna be seen as one of them, don't wanna be a target. People'd rather be mean and ornery than admit they were wrong. Might be the case with your fella.” After dumping the water on his back for a second time, he wrung out the water from his long floppy ears. “Does he know anythin' about her at all?”

Minnie leaned back as she recalled that moment, tapping her fingers on the stones of the well. “I think the only thing he got right was her name.”

“He doesn't even know what she looks like?”

“I don't think so, no.”

“Well then, I'd say it's pretty darn easy!” Goofy grinned, his teeth sticking out in a bit of pride and glee. “Why doesn't she go up to him and not tell him her name?”

Perhaps to a more seasoned goddess, one who had been taught more about mortality and the ways of the world, this idea wouldn't have sounded like a good one. But to Minnie, young and fresh and desperate, this was perhaps the most brilliant plan she'd ever heard of. “That's – that's it! He doesn't know my chosen – I mean, her nickname!” She'd only given it out to Daisy and Goofy – Daisy would only tell her husband, and Goofy didn't even know he had befriended a goddess. Many had assumed she was Aphrodite just by looking at her, but that didn't mean she had to confirm it! “Goofy, you're a genius!” She jumped into his arms, and laid a big fat kiss on his cheek.

Goofy's cheeks reddened, and he pat Minnie on the head, humbled by such rare praise. “Aw, it ain't nothin'! I bet once that guy gets to know your friend, he'll like her a whole lot.”

Giggling in ecstasy, Minnie squeezed Goofy even tighter, almost delirious in joy. “Oooh, you're the best, Goofy! I bet Aphrodite is going to double your reward! Triple it! She's going to make you the happiest mortal in the whole wide world, just you wait!” She kicked her feet about, and Goofy found himself caught up in her euphoria even if he didn't entirely understand it. They laughed merrily together as he carried her around the well in their own sort of miniature parade. Those that stopped to stare before now found themselves feeling warm in the chest, kind of wishing they could join in.

But when Goofy finally finished cleaning himself, Minnie had vanished, and he couldn't recall seeing her go off in any particular direction. He figured he'd see her again, and he could only hope her friend would have good luck with her odd problem. Maybe if he left another offering to Aphrodite, things would work out. Having long since grown sick of the smell and sight of peaches, his next offering would be a crate of oranges – which he still didn't realize he was supposed to burn.

A quiet rumor grew the following day that he was doing it on purpose so the awful smell would keep thieves like the Beagles out. It was the first day of changes for Goofy, though not the biggest. That would come in its own time, for which he would receive both the greatest blessing and the most tragic curse.

~*~

Minnie didn't flounce off to Mickey's island right away, as tempting as the urge was. Before she willed herself back to the shore with sharp rocks, she spent many hours trying to make herself look less pretty.  The idea was that if she didn't look like an all-perfect goddess, maybe Mickey wouldn't assume she was the one he loathed. But much like Donald had trouble controlling his appearance when he was enraged, Minnie's beauty was its own battle. When she tried to muss up her spitcurls of black fur around her ears, they bounced back into shape even curlier than before. When she washed off the make-up that appeared on her face, she found herself gorgeous with natural blush and full colored lips. She ripped her dress in her hands, but instead of looking like a poor degenerate, now she resembled an Amazon princess who had escaped war without a scratch.

It was when she was almost inclined to give herself a black eye that she realized perhaps she was going too far. If Mickey liked her or not, he'd ultimately decide that on his own when he met her. So Minnie, biting the bullet before it was invented, willed herself to the island with only hope on her side. On this downcast day full of dark clouds, there was no sign of the unknown god, nor any splashes from his nautical friends. Minnie bit on her lower lip and wandered around for any sign of her target and only stopped when she came across a single cave in the rocky mountainside.

The cave was nothing special, and so Minnie was puzzled. Surely a god – even a minor one – would adorn his home with some sort of decoration, or an announcement of his greatness. That's what she'd seen of the major ones on Mount Olympus. But there was nothing spectacular or even unusual about this dark cave that stood over the ocean. It looked like the same you’d find anywhere else on earth. She stood in the entrance of the cave, peering into the blackness –

And then something peered back at her.

Minnie held a staring contest with the thing with yellow eyes. A grinding sound echoed in the cave, followed by clicking and whirring. Minnie stepped back, but as the cave's torches illuminated the figure, she felt less fear and more confusion. She remembered seeing this unusual creature back with Mickey the first time, the thing that didn't blink or move or do much of anything unless so ordered. It was human in design, but it was gold from head to toe. Gold skin, gold eyes, and as Minnie stared at this creature, she could see screws in her – this thing was female, no doubt – elbows and neck. It took on the design of a human female wearing a civilian’s robe, but it could never have actually passed for it. It was just too strange.

She knew she'd seen that face somewhere – and not simply from that one day – but she just couldn't place it. The being stared at her, and Minnie stared back. The woman carried no emotion, Minnie couldn't even guess what it was thinking – if she could think. The love goddess took a deep breath, arched her back, and put bravery into her voice. “I would like to see Mickey, if that's all right with you!”

Axelia hadn't been designed to shoo away visitors because Mickey never thought he'd have any. The mermaids and nereids would never make the effort to crawl all the way up to the cave, and no one else knew he existed or just didn't care. Thus Axelia saw no reason to deny Minnie her wish, turning around and heading back inside. “Follow-Follow-Follow-me. Master-Mickey-Is-Deep-Inside-And-Working-Working-Working.”

Hadn't that been easy! Minnie's muscles relaxed, and she couldn’t help herself – she started giggling. It was all just so absurd, like a dream. “You call him Master?” she asked as she walking alongside Axelia. “Is he that powerful a god?”

“Master-Mickey-Created-Created-Created-Me.”

Minnie fumbled in her footing, utterly thrown off by that repetitive fact. “Created!” she exclaimed, now moving around to get a look at anything she might have missed about Axelia. “My goodness! That's amazing!” Gods and goddesses could summon anything with a snap of their finger, but Mickey made a moving, talking, fully sized person all on his own? Her astonishment only grew as they passed by more caves where other Axelias were hard at work carving minerals and ore from the rocks. “Then does that mean he made all of them, too?”

“Yes-Yes-Yes. There-Are-Are-Are-Twelve-Of-Us.” No pride, no boredom, facts and only facts.

“That must make them your sisters!” Minnie replied as she tried to catch up to her guide who hadn't stopped walking. “What are their names?”

“We-Are-All-All-All-named-Axelia.”

“...Really?” Her enthusiasm slowed down a smidgen. “Doesn't that get confusing?”

“No-No-No.” Maybe Mickey wasn't so good at coming up with names, but his craftsmanship wasn't lazy. Minnie could tell the metal maiden was made with careful dedication and love. She wasn’t just functional, she was beautiful. Each and every single Axelia was clearly made with precise deliberation and gentle hands. “The-Master-Made-Me-Me-Me-Third.” Axelia answered, eyes ahead, perhaps unable to go in any other direction. “He-Created-Us-Us-Us-To-Assist-Him.”

Minnie had many more questions, but then the ground underneath her stopped being dusty and hard, and now was soft and smooth. She was no longer walking on a cave floor, but the floor of a home, and she looked up to see the elaborate workshop of the blacksmith god. On the walls were scrolls of maps and blueprints drawn by hand, and six other Axelias were involved in their own tasks – cooking, cleaning, constructing and bending tiaras and sharpening spears. Shelves of finished weapons and ornaments lined the walls, showing off Mickey's latest accomplishments. Colors smiled at her from these lovely trinkets, and Minnie longed to wear them.

Heat billowed across the room, coming from the ceiling, where lava from the volcano lazily flowed into a large black forge. Sitting before the forge on a gray stone work bench was the very man she'd come to see. Up close, it was clear how dirty Mickey was, how long it'd been since he last bathed, the faded colors of his torn robe, and the sweat rolling down his greasy fur. He hadn't noticed the company, as he was hammering a long, zig-zagged object that glowed intensely. Minnie had never seen anything like it, and it crackled with electricity every time he struck it. With each blow, the shape became more defined, tighter, and he welcomed every spark that trailed up his arm.

Axelia spoke. “Master-Mickey-You-Have-Have-Have-A-Visitor.”

Mickey's arm stopped in the air. He slowly lowered the tool to his side – and began roaring in laughter. The sheer idea of anyone coming to see him, of making that effort, was so impossible that it bordered on ridiculous, especially coming from his stoic servant. “A visitor! Th-that's rich! I bet there's one, why not a thousand of 'em!” He slapped his knee, and then bent over, holding himself due to laughing so much. Perhaps it'd been because he hadn't laughed in so long that this simple misunderstanding was causing him to react so wildly. He then began to turn around and Minnie saw one of his legs – his left- drag. “Didn’t know you girls could have a sense of humor-”

He promptly shut up the moment he saw Minnie, as most all living things did when they first saw her. She was used to it, ever since she first woke up on the bubbly shell, but for the first time she was actually grateful for it. Now it gave her a few extra seconds to think of what to say on her end, though she didn't think it'd last this long. She nervously played with her dress, waiting for him to get over the initial shock, but he didn't. Instead of giving her time to think about what she should say, she instead found herself memorizing more of him.

Mickey was small, his fingers tinted with smudges of dirt and oil. He wore a small brown robe around his waist, and that was it, modesty long since forgotten. He was covered in grime and sweat, and Minnie found to her own surprise that such filth rather excited her. It was proof of his exhaustion, proof of his dedication, and she even found herself enjoying the smell that came off him – the smell of work. She smiled at him, and he looked ready to swallow his own heart, eyes bulging out and mouth hung open. He hadn't even realized he was making a long “UHHH” noise until Axelia calmly walked over and pushed his jaw closed.

The touch affirmed Mickey that he wasn't dreaming or hallucinating, which was well enough since he knew his imagination would never have come up with someone this breathtaking. But even if she'd been as ugly as sin, he would have been shocked for ages – who would come visit him and why? But she wasn't ugly as sin, she was a perfect virtue of loveliness, and he became suddenly very aware that he wasn't. He remembered his leg, his clothes, his dirt, and mortification overcame him so greatly that he wished for death.  When he spoke, it was barely above a horrified whisper. “Wh...who are you?”

This, at least, Minnie was prepared for. She curtsied, taking her time to make it long and respectful. “My name is Minnie. It's a pleasure to meet you, Mickey.”

Mickey gaped for words, and then he flailed his limbs at emotionless Axelia. “W-Why didn’t ya tell me I had a visitor?!”

“I-Just-Did-Did-Did,” Axelia replied, and her tinny voice almost seemed to carry a hint of amusement, but maybe Minnie was hearing what she wanted to hear.

“Well ya shoulda told me sooner!” Mickey yelped, now very aware of his exposure, and his filth, and he felt a great need to cover himself – or die, whichever came easier. He tried to get up on his own, her presence so overwhelming he forgot his own disability, and he promptly fell over. Minnie could see it clearly now, his deformed left leg that refused to work. It twisted at an unnatural angle, but thankfully Mickey didn’t appear to be in pain – physically. Emotionally he was a wreck. “I-I woulda gotten the place cleaned up! Made her some tea, o-or somethin’, and, aw, gee, this place is a pigsty! Look at me! No, don’t look at me!”

Minnie stifled a giggle. Normally most men and women she came across got over their surprise fairly easily, and then treated her with utmost respect, speaking calmly and with reverence. She found herself enjoying Mickey falling apart at the seams. It was very real, if she had to put a word to it. A very mean aspect of her kind of wanted to wind him up further, but she held it back. “I’m sorry, I didn't mean to surprise you. Was I interrupting your work?”

Axelia didn't help Mickey, which Minnie found odd. Instead, he pushed himself back up before Minnie had a chance to offer aide, and he glanced quickly to his project. “No,” he lied. “Nothin’… Nothin’ important. I’ll get to it later.” His tail flicked back and forth, and he rubbed one of his arms, nervous. “Uh… what brings ya by?”

Seeing as her mere presence was sending him into a heart attack, Minnie knew she couldn't tell Mickey that she'd become utterly fascinated by his mystery and needed to learn more about him. But Daisy was wrong, mermaids weren't useless ditzes, because they had given Minnie a perfect idea. “Well, I saw those lovely trinkets you made for the mermaids and nereids, so I was wondering, if you could...May I have one?”

Mickey scratched his nose as he listened, but stopped soon enough as he appeared to realize this was not something one does in front of a lady – a lady lady. But in its own way, her request seemed to both deflate him and cheer him up. Of course she had come for his handiwork – it was all he could do. As if anyone would actually come for him alone! Yet at the same time, his fame had reached out and clearly impressed someone – he wasn't sure if she was mortal or spirit or something else altogether – and they'd made the effort to come all the way out here to his humble home. Ultimately he decided to take it as flattery. “A’course I can make ya somethin’. That’s my specialty. What did you want?”

Alas, she hadn't planned this far ahead, and Minnie fidgeted. “What? Oh, um, I...I'd like anything really!” When his eyes narrowed, she panicked, and she tugged so hard on her sleeves she was worried she'd tear them off. “A bracelet? Anklet? No, a necklace! I, uh, I'm not sure, I mean, I'd really be happy with whatever you made!”

What Minnie didn't know was that Mickey wasn't annoyed. It was hardly the first time he'd come across someone indecisive. Sometimes he welcomed the challenge. As Minnie sputtered excuses, he picked up his walking stick and brought himself up. It took two and a half steps to approach Minnie, and when he stopped, it was his turn to study her. He cupped his chin, nodded once, and then used his walking stick to lift her dress – just a bit, to see her ankles.

Minnie was a new goddess, and a new life in general, but even she had the faint notion that this wasn't something done between man and woman on a first meeting. She froze, her cheeks becoming redder than the lava flowing from above. “Wh-wh-what are you doing?!” She was so shocked it didn't occur to actually stop him.

“Lookin', what's it look like I'm doin'?” Mickey answered coolly, oblivious to how this appeared. “See, you don't need anklets. You're the type to wear dresses that cover your legs, so it'd either get tangled or ignored. Even if you did, people would look at your toes anyway, that's what would catch attention instead of an anklet.” He dropped her dress, and then seized her wrist in his hand, turning it over. “Hmmm...nope, you don't need a bracelet either. Got thin wrists, it'd irritate your hands.” He dropped her hand with ease, leaning back to scrutinize what was left. “No on the necklace. You're a modest gal, you wouldn't trust people's eyes there. Can't do earrings either, shape is all wrong. You'd have to use all that space to make an impact, that'd just be a hassle day by day.”

Minnie's disappointment grew with each well-meaning assessment – had she come all this way for nothing? What other way could she strike up a natural sounding conversation with him? Yet as Mickey squinted at her forehead, there was a glint in his eyes. “Do me a favor, lower your head. Just a bit.” Minnie obeyed, unsure what else to do, and waited as his eyes darted all around her forehead and between her ears. Finally, Mickey pounded the ground once with his stick. “A tiara!” he declared with a finger up. “That'll work just fine! Got plenty of space around there, so it can have hanging jewelry – no, seashells! I'm seein' seashells, and sea glass!”

He turned to his right, calling out, “Axelia!” To Minnie's continued confusion, only the one that had been working on a spear no one would use lifted her head. “Get three others and start work harvesting materials from the tides! I want results by tomorrow night.”

Minnie didn't wait for permission to pop her head back up, now elated beyond measure. Not only had the idea worked, but the very sound of this gift seemed delightful, and she could feel it already sitting atop of her head. “Oh, that’s wonderful! I would love a tiara! Thank you, thank you!” She practically skipped up to him, ready to give him one of her classic hugs and he clearly hadn’t expected her to get any closer – he scooted back as far as his awkward leg would allow, blinking rapidly and his cheeks coloring. Minnie stopped, and there was a stiff pause between them, the two of them unsure of what the other's attitude meant.

After a soft swallow, Minnie dared to start things up again. “Is there anything I can give you as payment? I have a lot of treasures myself.” Every day her throne was filled to the brim thanks to admirers who had only caught a glance of her.

Mickey’s mind jumped –  for the first time in his life he was physically attracted to someone, so the idea of payment from her gave him all sorts of images - he bit the inside of his cheek to stop it. “Aw, I don’t need nothin’. I got everythin’ I need here, who could ask for anythin’ more?” He shrugged the offer away dismissively, telling himself if he had asked for a kiss on the cheek, either she would have thrown him into the lava, or he'd have jumped in himself. “Might take a few weeks, I got a bunch of other orders to do. Can't just push you to the head of the line.” Speaking of that, he decided his personal project could wait. He waved for the nearest Axelia to pick it up to stow away, and have it replaced with an unfinished necklace.

“That’s very kind of you,” Minnie kept smiling, and soon he smiled too. Some of the other Axelias had stopped what they were doing to watch them. The two mice held a very long gaze that made Mickey feel as if he was shrinking, while Minnie was deciding some things for herself.

Mickey took a breath, and then turned away from her, hitching his shoulders up. “Guess I better get started.” That would be the signal for her to leave, and he picked up his hammer. It would be a very interesting couple of weeks, he knew it, as he waited for her to come back and marvel at what she had made him. He was already picturing the tiara – blue with streaks of the sea – but when he lifted his hammer, he heard his bench creak, and saw in the corner of his eye that Minnie was now sitting next to him. She was close enough that he could feel her dress on his good leg.

Mickey awkwardly kept his arm up, staring at her. “…You forget somethin’?”

“No,” Minnie had her hands in her lap, with that ever present smile on her face. “I wanted to watch you make it. Do you mind?”

Whenever Mickey had tried to discuss how he made his projects for his family in the sea, he could see their eyes glaze over in boredom, and in seconds they'd be trying to change the subject. He couldn't blame them. No one could understand or see the same fun and excitement he did when he was crafting. To others, it was long tedious work. To him, it wasn’t work – it was his reason to be. He still held his arm up, perhaps forgetting it was even there. “I…uh…well… i-it ain’t any fun-I mean, for yourself, wouldn’t be any fun… and you’d just get all dirty.” Even now, the ends of her dress were starting to blacken in grime and dust.

“Please, can I watch?” Minnie knew a bat of her eyelashes tended to make things go her way, as they were doing now. Normally this would annoy her, as it meant no one was paying attention or even thinking about why she was asking what she asked. But only for him did she employ the full powers of her beauty, watching his heart flip-flop in his eyes, telling herself it'd be just this once to get her foot in the door. “If you’ll let me, I’d really like to learn.”

His hand shook, but it finally came down, banging his hammer against the hardening project on the anvil. “D-do what ya want,” he finally managed to stutter out. “I ain't gunna tell ya whatcha can do, no sir…” he mumbled as he kept hitting the copper, very aware of Minnie leaning on him. Surely she'd get tired of this in no time. “This, uh... this here's copper. It's good stuff to work with. You can use it right away instead of havin' to extract it from ore. Doesn't react to water, which is another bonus, especially when you're makin' stuff for folks who live in water.”

“What does that mean?”

Mickey, again, found himself at a loss for words and stopped what he was doing. The question itself was simple and he could answer it in his sleep. But the existence of the question meant not only was she was listening, she was interested in what he had to say. He was, for one of the few if not first times in his life, having a fair back and forth conversation. “Uh. Well. It has to do with rust. A lot of metals rust, that's when they get exposed to air or water or other things and turn color, sometimes turning brittle.” Minnie asked for an example, and he spoke of iron, of both its useable qualities and its small annoyances. Then they were back to copper, then to tin and bronze, going to minerals like azurite and turquoise, what elements worked together, and for each new fact Minnie had a new question.

It was one of the best conversations either of them had ever had in their lives. Minnie didn't feel like an idiot for not knowing these things, because Mickey was patient and calm, happy to tell what he spent his life on. Mickey lost some of his stutter as he was allowed to gush about designs for weapons he couldn't use – the giant yellow thing had been deemed a “lightning bolt”, part of a security system that he admitted he had no need for since no one was after him. He showed her how heat allowed him to twist metal and glass to his whim, and she praised his cleverness while hoping he wouldn't burn himself. She learned his favorite color was orange – a hazy, setting sun orange, to be exact.

Mickey offered her his ideas and she was allowed to give her opinion on what worked and what didn't. He took them in stride, thanking her for her honesty, and she asked, asked, asked, and he answered, answered, answered, and they were happy. Hours passed, which meant nothing to a goddess, but it did mean something to a god that was immortal in youth but not in spirit. His words began to jumble and his eyelids drooped. It wasn't until he yawned for the third time in a row before he put down his tools. “Sheesh! I dunno what you're made of, Minnie, but I need to get some shut-eye.”

“Oh!” That's right, there was supposed to be something off about him, like his leg, but Minnie had completely forgotten. Didn't Daisy mention it during Minnie's first lovestruck stupor? Something about ambrosia – she'd have to catch up with Daisy about that. “I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to keep you up. I just lost track of time, this was so much fun!”

Mickey chuckled, finding he couldn't disagree. “Gotta admit, this was different. Wasn't so bad.” He'd been so pleased by the entire day's affairs that he never got around to asking what she was – and decided it really didn't matter. He picked up his walking stick, and stumbled to get around his work bench, his left leg dragging on the floor.

Minnie sprang to her feet, trying to take his arm. “Here, let me help you!”

The affectionate aura between them was abruptly interrupted when Mickey sharply pulled his arm back, clutching his stick. “No! That's...No, I don't need help.” His cutting voice rolled into a mumble, eyes moving down. It wasn't as if he had forgotten his leg, merely that it wasn't important in those flying hours. But now it was important, and he was a hideous, malformed reject, and he would not take pity about it – even if he wasn't correctly identifying what was pity and what wasn't. But he still wouldn't have it, not even from a pretty girl who had made him feel less alone for one day. “I've never needed anyone's help, not in years. Just...just remember that.”

As Mickey hobbled his way to his room, Minnie was utterly baffled – what in those few seconds had she done wrong? Did five words destroy a wonderful moment? “I...I didn't mean...I'm sorry.” Even if she had no idea what she was apologizing for, it came. “Can I still come back tomorrow?”

For the last time that day, Mickey paused due to bewilderment. He gradually turned back to look at her, wondering if he'd heard right. “Huh?”

“I said, 'can I still come back tomorrow?'” Her hands were knotted together, pleading and expecting. She thought she had insulted him again, but Mickey honestly didn't think she'd want to come back until her tiara was ready. “I promise, I won't help you at all! Can I still come? Can we still talk? Can I still ask you things?”

Still, still, still, as if she'd been expecting to come back all along and this was merely a sidestep! Mickey didn't know anything about love – it was as foreign to him as most manners – but he did know happiness, and that bubbled in his throat like fresh seafoam. He covered his mouth with the back of his palm as if that would stop the silly looking smile from appearing. He had to force his voice to sound masculine, which was difficult for someone naturally squeaky. “L-L-Like I said before, I ain't gunna tell ya whatcha can do.”

Minnie took this as a positive, and she jumped with a hard clap. “Oh, thank you, Mickey!” She would've tried to hug him again, but she didn't want to risk upsetting him again – which was a shame because he would've welcomed it this time. “I'll be here bright and early, with lots and lots of questions! I want to know all about sea glass!” How did mortals end these things? Ah, yes! She curtsied again, “Goodnight, Mickey!” And flounced down the cave's entrance, each step merrier than the last, humming a made-up song of serene notes.

Mickey raised an eyebrow as he watched the girl until he could no longer see her. Were girls, not made of scales and screws, all like her, or was she weird all on her own? Not that this was a bad thing. He stayed there a moment longer, and then went to bed, though sleep didn't come for a while. He laid on his sheets, hands on his chest, saying her name over and over – he feared if this all really had been a dream, he'd forget with sunrise, so he hoped that by repeating her name he'd never forget.

Minnie, Minnie, Minnie - he had a thousand questions of his own to ask, but felt he had no right. Maybe in time she would tell him without his prodding. Maybe, maybe, maybe, Minnie, Minnie, Minnie – and he fell into a deep, blissful sleep.

~*~

Minnie could sleep whenever she wanted, but now she was far too excited to do it – she felt as if she would never sleep again! He enjoyed her company! He answered her questions! If only there was a way to make everyone feel the way she felt now! Of course, no one on Mount Olympus would understand, and Minnie often found Daisy by schedule or sheer luck. Minnie needed to express this somehow, someway, and as she danced through villages, spreading her glee unknowingly – many mortals that night would wind up having soothing dreams of their special someone – she remembered that she owed part of this joy to Goofy, and it was high time to pay him back.

Sadly it was the middle of the night, and Minnie knew it would be rude to awaken him for this joyous news just yet. But he had to be rewarded, and as she let himself in his quiet house, she saw the statues and thought of Axelia – a statue that could move, made by Mickey's hands and will. Minnie looked her at her small hands, so tiny and often helpless – but Mickey was tiny too and he had done incredible things.

Minnie wound up in front of the sad statue of Millicent, forever lost to the sea and forever reminding Goofy of his lost love. The goddess gazed at her with a new expression – perhaps, she too, could create.

~*~

Goofy's morning routine was mostly the same every day. He would tumble out of his makeshift bed, say good morning to his statue of Millie, she'd say good morning back, he'd find a way to the kitchen, eat a modest meal, and then go into town to either make money or find inspiration. As he began cutting his bread for breakfast, he thought about his point-by-point schedule.

Maybe I ought to change things up, he pondered, so I can find me some inspiration. Do something new. Every day I do the same ol' things. I get out of bed, say hello to Millie, she says hi back, I go to the kitchen, I -

Goofy's hand halted mid-cut. Something about that train of thought didn't seem right. He went through it again. I get out of bed, say hello to Millie, she says hi back, I -

She...SHE SAYS HI BACK?!

Dropping the knife, Goofy ran back to his bedroom, which wasn't easy since he had to slide and shift among his many differently shaped artworks. He fell into his bedroom, and when he sat up, there stood a black furred poodle folding his bedsheets and fluffing his pillow. When she finished and saw him, she smoothed down her dress and smiled at him. “Did you forget something, Goofy?”

To Goofy's credit, he did do something new that morning. For the first time in his morning routine, he fell over in a dead faint.