#she just wants to take care of you sonia please let her

[quickdeaths]

"No." What had happened to Seiko, and Sakakura, and most of Future Foundation's other division heads, had happened after the capture of the Remnants. The specifics had been kept from her, and surely it all had something to do with the Tragedy. Still, it seemed unlikely that Sonia and her classmates, most of whom had been in a coma at the time, had anything to do with it. "You didn't have anything to do with what happened to them, Miss Nevermind. It was a contingency of Junko Enoshima's, if I had to guess, nothing to do with you."

She'd called her 'Sonia,' earlier, and it dawned upon Shinobu that, possibly, that might have been the first time she'd ever spoken Sonia's name to her face. Surely, then, it had been out of instinct, rather than habit. Yet, they'd retreated to their more typical form of address, now. Perhaps it was too familiar for Sonia's liking to call her by her first name, as though they were closer than they were. Even if Shinobu herself desired that kind of closeness, it was unfair to force it upon Sonia, or expect her to reciprocate.

"It might sound unusual, but while I have very little faith in Naegi, as a general rule, I have quite a bit of faith in you and your classmates. If the goal is reintegration, I'm unconcerned with the possibility that it won't be attained. That said," she murmured, looking to Sonia. She was wrapped in her blankets - practically cocooned - in such a way that only her face poked out. Were the situation not so serious, they would have thought it rather cute. "I'm no psychologist, and I can't promise that I have any enlightening thoughts or particular insight, but if you do wish to speak about your feelings, I'll listen. They don't need to be hopeful, nor positive. I'll listen, regardless, without judgment."

As Sonia explained that she'd require her privacy, Shinobu wondered if she was expecting them to impose upon her for longer than this morning. Well, they wouldn't mind it. As she explained her kitchen's status, the archer moved into it to take stock of things, picking up her backpack from its place near the door. Most of what she'd brought the night prior were snacks, things that required no preparation at all, but surely there were some rations or other food items that she could use, too.

Setting out a few things and trying to recall the days where she'd been expected to cook for herself and her father almost daily, Shinobu gave a small nod, even if Sonia couldn't easily see her from her position in bed. "It's probably true that the hotel meals would be more to my liking," she agreed, "but then I'd be leaving you here, alone, and I've already expressed that I'd prefer not to do that." A few below-average or overly-simplistic meals were a small price to pay, after all, and besides, Sonia needed to eat.

There was no fish, nor miso paste, and cooking rice would take too long, so the kind of traditional Japanese breakfast that Shinobu was most accustomed to was out of the question. Thankfully, while they were no expert chef, there were at least a few simple Western-style breakfast meals that they could cook, even in unenviable circumstances. Besides, if Sonia didn't enjoy chocolate anymore, as she'd said, and her appetite was lacking, perhaps it was for the best that the meals be relatively simple - not something to be greatly enjoyed, if that was too difficult for her to allow herself, but simply something to sustain her.

Some short while later, Shinobu stepped out from the kitchen and set down upon Sonia's nightstand a cup of tea, a small bowl of fruit, and a plate with a single, slightly misshapen, pancake, lightly buttered. "I know you said that you don't have much appetite," Shinobu said, as she sat down at the edge of the bed with her own plate, and a canned coffee from her backpack, "and I have no way to force you to eat, but I do think you should try to eat a little, at least. It's better for your recovery, if you do."

From the bed's edge, they looked to Sonia for a few moments even as they popped the lid of their coffee and took a sip. Even like this, she thought, she seemed a beautiful, special person to be cherished and supported. "Miss Nevermind," she murmured, "I need you to understand that I care about you. A great deal, in fact." Were they staring? They hoped not, but they were looking at her. "I know that you might not understand why - that you might think it's a mistake for me to care about you, or that you don't deserve to be cared about at all." She had suffered so much, more than any person could ever deserve to. Shinobu wished she could reach inside her, push aside the cobwebs and thorns, and pull out all her pain. They'd take it inside themselves, if they could, all of it. "It might be difficult to accept, but I hope you can accept it."

It was rude and Sonia knew it, to not properly give Yaguchi her full attention as she spoke to her. And yet she buried herself beneath the blankets anyway: mass murder tended to excuse rules of etiquette, she thought. But Sonia sniffled beneath the comforter as they spoke, tugging the fluffy blanket down just enough, just to her chin, when they mentioned something she couldn't ignore.

"Your mentor and your girlfriend," She spoke quietly. She could show Yaguchi her face, but she couldn't meet their eyes. Not when she feared the worst before she even posed the question. "Were their demises my fault?" It was certainly The Tragedy's fault in some way or other, and most often attributed to something related to The Remnants of Despair. What she was asking was if those closest to Yaguchi were killed by her hands or direct order: Sonia had killed so many people, that unless they were blood-related or carried some other importance to her, she could not remember them all by name.

The weight of the bed shifted as Yaguchi rose to their feet, Sonia's side now sinking down a bit more with just her body in it. From the way they spoke favorably of her companionship, maybe she hadn't murdered those closest to them. But it would take a person with stronger moral fortitude than Sonia right now to forgive someone, much less wish to be around someone, who took the lives of someone they loved and respected. "We are not encouraged to talk about our feelings," She replied, still reluctant to show Yaguchi anything besides her face at present. "Unless they have a hopeful tone to them. The Future Foundation wants reassurance that we will be integrated back into society safely, that Naegi's plans were not fruitless or leading to us remaining here on Jabberwock Island, draining Future Foundation resources."

That meant not focusing on anything particularly unpleasant for the long term. Her desire not to return to Novoselic ranked highly on the list of things the Future Foundation did not want to hear from her, with how little she slept or ate, and how much she needed some sort of intoxication to relax ranked just below it.

Sonia gave Yaguchi a wary look from her spot beneath the blankets, watching her as she donned her trousers and socks but left her shirt and jacket alone. Even in the humidity and heat of the island, she didn't seem the type to go without for the sake of comfort. She intended to stay, and listen to whatever Sonia decided to tell her. A departure from how the rest of the Future Foundation treated her and the other Remnants of Despair. "I will not throw you out, if that is what you are asking," Sonia clarified for her, "But I will require my privacy for bathing and dressing." Frankly, her frail limbs, pallid skin, and the litany of scars over her belly were things she didn't wish for any other human to witness. Tsumiki and Kirigiri were the exceptions, the latter having needed to help bathe and dress her after she'd woken up from the simulation and the former, in her spare time, was attempting different methods to see if she could make Sonia's scars fade.

She frowned at the idea of breakfast. Eating in general had lost much of its appeal after the Neo-World Program, and understanding what had really happened before they'd been sent there. "No one likes it when I use the kitchen," She replied matter-of-factly, shifting her weight to sit up against the headboard of her bed, the blankets falling to her waist. "Not even this one. You may cook as you like in it, but I do not have much of an appetite. I hardly ever do." Most of them didn't feel up for eating much, not even Akane anymore. Just as well, as Teruteru had lost all passion for cooking when he'd learned how horribly he'd poisoned others with his food. Sonia did that without being swayed by Despair, so it was determined that prepackaged food was what she would be allowed to keep in her cabin, or items she could eat cold and fresh from the small refrigerator. Unless Yaguchi wanted cold cereal over milk, she'd have her work cut out for her to create a decent meal.

"The hotel meals would probably be more appealing to you, though," Sonia said, her tone dull as she watched her move about her cabin. "My horrible culinary skills aside, they try to encourage us to eat as a group and not in our cabins, so we are not allowed to have much in the way of food here."

[monokuma-apologist]

Some of the participants of the next-gen killing game! These guys belong to me and @detective-dick-gumshoes-pot-room!

(Some of these older designs are inspired by the drawings done of these silly guys by @foryoupeko!! Please check out the art they did I kid you not I pull it up just to look at it at least twice a day IT’S THE GREATEST THING- Also! These are all traced from sprites from the official games in an attempt to recreate the style as closely as possible! Needless to say doing this was mostly for body and face shapes! And finally, this doesn’t contain all of the important characters!)

When the tragedy had begun to die down and the world was beginning to recover, Makoto rebuilt Hope’s Peak Academy to ensure that those who fell victim to the Killing Games were remembered…and to restore Hope’s Peak Academy to the shining beacon it was always meant to be. But something’s gone wrong- it’s impossible. How is he back? What’s going on?

Koji Hinata - Ultimate Gamer

Though it seemed for ages like Chiaki really was gone for good, with the help of Kazuichi and Alter Ego, she was able to be brought back- restored, though stuck fully digital. And she and Hajime were able to be happy.

Koji is an AI created by her years ago to serve as Hajime’s and her child. Though usually quiet and cynical, he loves his parents more than anything in the world and is a whiz at video games.

Now, with an artificial body, Koji was selected to attend Hope’s Peak as the Ultimate Gamer, just like his mom…

…and, having already been forced to participate in a killing game at a young age, Koji wants nothing more than to go back home to his mom and dad.

Hotaru “Angel Boy” Tanaka, the Black Dragon of Tartarus - Ultimate Poet

Sonia and Gundham struggled for ages to conceive, though they wanted a child more than anything in the world. But they stayed hopeful. When Makoto found an infant orphaned by the Tragedy, he suggested the pair take him in- and thus, Hotaru is their “angel boy”, their gifts from the heavens.

Hotaru is just as odd and proud as his father, though he’s much more smooth and charming. He has an interest in all things strange and unusual, and truly cares about those around him.

Natsuki Kuzuryu - Ultimate Sportsman

Natsuki is really bummed that he didn’t get chosen as an Ultimate Swordsman, but he supposes this will have to do.

Though he often comes across as cruel and detached, Natsuki is fiercely loyal to the other Jabberwock Island kids, and won’t let any harm come to his little sister Fumiko or his best friend Aika.

Kiko Naegi - Ultimate Lucky Student

Though she’s never gotten along with him, Kiko takes great pride in the accomplishments of her father and will fiercely defend him against anyone who tries to slander him or his attempts at restoring Hope’s Peak.

She ends up taking lead the most, though she at first clearly has a disdain for the other participants…especially the kids who grew up on Jabberwock Island. She’s extremely annoyed by Honda’s constant emphatic support, but she does grow to care a lot about him.

Fumiko Kuzuryu - Ultimate Negotiator

Fumiko was always a daddy’s girl- and as she grew older, she retained that same innocent physique that her father once had. Fumiko, though, takes great pride in this, as it thoroughly assists her endeavors to manipulate those around her.

Fumiko puts on a very sadistic, uncaring persona, but she’s deeply loyal to her friends and especially her brother, comforting him greatly when Aika dies. She’s the participant who most frequently performs the autopsies.

Aika Mioda-Soda - Ultimate Mechanic

Aika has the combined passion and enthusiasm of both of her parents- and is proud to be following in her dad’s footsteps as the Ultimate Mechanic. Though she causes a lot of trouble- frequently pulling pranks on other participants- she’s desperate to at least build camaraderie between everyone and stop the killing before it happens. How tragic it is, then, when she accidentally becomes blackened herself- executed by one of the machines that her dad built so long ago.

Honda Hagakure - Ultimate Salesman

Honda’s older brother told him that his time at Hope’s peak would be full of great riches, great fortune, and great romance- and he’s right a third of the time, so one of them is bound to happen, right?

Honda is very frightened of this killing game- knowing he’s unable to kill anybody and is an easy target, making his chances of escape slim to none- but when he’s not struggling to withhold panic, he’s usually following Kiko around, who he thinks is a brilliant leader and the smartest person here. (He may or may not have a very obvious crush on her).

Though he can be a bit of an idiot, Honda genuinely wants everything to be okay and is more than willing to make sacrifices for those he cares about.

He’s a bit of a kleptomaniac, with a briefcase full of completely useless trinkets he stole from his peers.

[newtabfics]

Okay okay. Rauru yeah but like what...what if we dated Rauru AND Sonia?

No literally. They have the same energy as "That couple that sees you from across the bar" and I'm totally leaning into that.

Mild spoilers if you haven't done any of the tears quest but also spicy.

Y/N blinked as they stood before her, blushing as she realized both Rauru's gaze and Sonia's. She cleared her throat and looked away. "You guys are staring at me a-again," She muttered.

Sonia smiled sweetly. "Sorry, sweetie. It's nice to see you relaxing more around us. There's no need to be shy," She hummed, kissing Y/N's neck.

Rauru smirked and kissed at Y/N's thigh. "Just relax, Y/N. We want to spoil you, after all."

Y/N barely let the moan escape when the king's tongue was pressed against her as the queen's lips met hers. She moaned and gripped Rauru's hair, making Sonia chuckle as she coaxed his head further into her.

"A-At least let me please you?" Y/N asked with a whine as she looked up at Sonia.

"Hm? How so?" Y/N's cheeks went red as she looked away, making the queen giggle as she nipped her ear. "Say it. Outloud, Sweetie."

Rauru smirked as Y/N twitched against him, clearly enjoying the attention she was given as his tongue thrust into her.

"F-Fu...Mm...ri-ride my f-face?"

"There she is," Rauru moaned, slurping loudly as Sonia adjusted on top of her, careful not to crush the poor woman's head. Rauru only mourned being unable to see Y/N's face, but he'd take the sight of his wife's taut behind twitching and rocking on a shy tongue any day.

[nabateaprodigy]

This is probably the weirdest request ever but can I request Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia with a s/o that turned into a marketable plushy? I don't mean someone made a plushy of them I mean they were transformed into it. I had a nightmare where that happened to me and for some reason, it was the worst thing I've ever dreamt.

Please Don't Turn Me Into a Marketable Plushy!

Series: Danganronpa.

Characters: Mukuro, Junko, Komaru, and Sonia.

Genre: Fluff/Crack.

Reader: Gender Neutral.

Notes: I'm a person who doesn't dream much but even when I do it's usually a nightmare. But this is ridiculous! But like so funny at the same time! But bestie what's going on to be having dreams like this? 😭

Mukuro

Quite it had been suspicious quite as of late Mukuro had noticed. By now she would have expected you to be by her side. At first she was worried very worried that something could have happened to you.

She knew you could handle yourself but even still she was still worried. The feelings of worry would hold merit in time. As the school day had ended and Mukuro had not seen you she decided to check up on you herself.

Mukuro had texted you multiple times throughout the day and had gotten no reply. Strange as you would always reply to her as quickly as you could. This didn't cause her to panic as there are many suitable reasons why you wouldn't text her throughout the day.

Soon Mukuro had made it to your home and let herself in with the spare key that you had given her. Stepping into your home she called out for you. "S/O?" No response.

She made her up to your bedroom as maybe you had slept in or were sick. Although nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to see. "S/O? Are you in there? I'm coming in." Mukuro spoke as she opened the door to your bedroom.

"Mukuro! Help me!" A voice could be heard in the room it took a second to register. But Mukuro was able to pinpoint the voice with her vigilant eyes.

She looked at the desk in your and a plushy could be seen. No wait a plushy of you surely. However, as she moved closer it became clear that the plushy was indeed you.

"S/O? Is that you? What happened to you?" Mukuro questioned as kneeled to get a closer look at you. "I'm not sure! I just woke up like this! I tried to call and text you but I can't do anything as a plushy!" You spoke jumping up and down your arms flapping up and down like a bird's wings.

"..." Mukuro was speechless I mean who wouldn't be?!? What are you supposed to do let alone say something about this?

After regaining her composer Mukuro picked you put and put you in her blazer pocket. "I'll take care of you for now let's wait until tomorrow to see if you return to normal. If not then we can ask one of the Ultimates for help." Mukuro spoke as a smile grew on your face.

Finally, this will be a great way to see your girlfriend in action as she practices her skills as an Ultimate! A smile began to grow on Mukuro's face as she looked at you somehow you looked even cuter as a plushy.

Junko

You were late...very late! Where the hell were you?!? THE JUNKO ENOSHIMA! had invited YOU!

To be at a photoshoot with her and you were late nowhere to be seen. Heck, she wanted you to join her and get pictures taken! Well fine, be that she if she cares! (Honestly, I would say she does care but it's probably causing her despair by you not being there. So it's probably not affecting all that much but you never know with how unpredictable she is.)

Once this entire photoshoot was over she went to your home and DEMAND an answer! Heck! Screw the photoshoot! She needed her answers now! Confused by her outburst no one could do anything to stop her from leaving.

Loud knocks could be heard at your front door. "S/O? S/O? Open up! I know you're in there! You queen of despair demands to know why you weren't at the photoshoot!" More knocks could be heard after she spoke.

But then loud bangs could be heard from your front door. What was she...was she kicking your door down? She's insane! (Now ain't that the truth.)

She could be heard running around your look for you and possibly breaking a few things along the way. She then made her grand entrance into your room by nearly kicking the door off its hinges. "Hey! Stop it! You'll destroy my home! You've already destroyed some of it!"

A voice could be heard and Junko looked around until she saw a plushy that looked like you sitting on the table. "HAHAHAHAHA WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!?! YOU LOOK RIDICULOUS!!" Wow, how comforting...

Junko spoke as picked you by the head and placed you on top of her head like a crown. "Come on my beloved I'll show you what despair looks like firsthand!" Junko spoke dashing out of your room. Will you return to normal? Who knows...

Komaru

Komaru had spent her day drawing manga and well she lost track of time. While she was taking a break from drawing she realized she hadn't heard from you in a while! She has sent you a text. 'Hey S/O! How are you? Are you doing okay?'

She set her phone down and went back to drawing and expected a response soon. Although as more time passed a response never came. Thinking you were just busy Komaru sent another text.

Although more time has passed and Komaru still hasn't heard back from you. This caused her to worry so she decided to leave and go to your home. You had given her a spare key and let her enter your home if she ever needed anything.

"S/O?" Komaru called out to you as she entered the home closing the door behind her. She had gotten no response from you she walked looking for you. Making her way upstairs she decided to check your bedroom as you weren't anywhere on the first floor.

Komaru knocked before entering your bedroom. "S/O? Are you in there? I'm coming in." Komaru spoke as she entered your room.

"Komaru! Over here!" A voice could be heard in the room after looking around for a while Komaru was able to pinpoint where the voice had come from. It was from you or well a plushy that looked like you.

"S/O? Is that you? What happened?" Komaru spoke as she got closer to the desk you were on. "I'm not sure Komaru! I just woke up like this!"

Komaru held out her hand and you jumped onto it. "You're so cute S/O! This just gave me a great idea for a manga! Come on I'll bring you to my place so we can work on it together!"

Komaru smiled as she held you in her hands. You were so cute like this and she'd have to take pictures! But most of all she can show you how much of an amazing girlfriend she is by protecting you!

Sonia

There could only be one cause for why you were like this now. Like what exactly? Like a plushy yes that's right you awoke to find yourself now as a plushy.

You knew Sonia was good friends with Gundham but this was just ridiculous! Had something gone wrong while they were doing black magic? Or was this something that Sonia wanted to happen?

Well, you truly had no idea and could only guess and wait. Waiting was all you really could do as being plushy had its limitations. On the other hand, you looked adorable!

You can only imagine how Sonia would react to something like this. Oh well, it's not like you would mind anyway. Being cared for and adored as a plushy while your girlfriend takes care of you?

You suppose there was nothing to complain about although this waiting was killing you! Just how much longer would Sonia be? You need to be with her at once!

Click

However, it seems you were in luck as Sonia has now returned! "Sonia! Sonia! Over here!" You called out to her as you jumped to get her attention. Sonia was stunned for a moment but then recovered from her moment of shock.

"Oh my! S/O? Is that you? What happened? You are simply adorable!" Ah, there is was you expected to find you even more adorable like this. I mean you are her partner so of course you were adorable!

Sonia had moved closer to the desk that you were sitting on as a smile appeared on her face. She held out her hands and you hopped onto them as held you gently. "You are simply adorable! Come S/O I have many outfits your size! You must try them you will look wonderful!"

"But Sonia-" you had tried to ask her if you were like this because of something to do with Gundham and black magic. But Sonia had cut you off before you could finish. "Oh! I must get my camera!" Oh well, you'll deal with that later your just happy to spend time with Sonia.

[viesghoststation]

Somebody is taking requests I see! (All of my favorite blogs have requests closed ) I'm in hard times, but enough of me I wanna request something obviously

Could I please have a S/O that has a personality like Elysia from Honkai Impact 3rd? If you don't know Elysia's personality very well I'm here to help!

Basic information about her: Elysia is an elegant, cheerful, and sweet lady who's described as someone who "enjoys everything". Also likes to interacting with people and is very good at it.

Sorry forgot the people with Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi and NAGITO + gundam tanaka if you could add him but I don't want to overwhelm you so take your time! :)

Take care and love yourself and love what you do bye bye~ 🦋 also eat a nice meal and drink water all the way! sorry if this to long

Fuyuhiko, Kazuichi, Nagito, and Gundham x Reader like Elysia.

Sorry this took for ever just haven't had any motivation to write but here you go. -mod shi

At first Fuyuhiko was standoff is when you met, him not being the most talkative but after getting to know each other he asks you out! and of course you say yes to this

of course Fuyuhiko shows you his gang and makes sure they all treat you with respect as they should the future wife of the future head of the Yakuza.

You and Peko get along amazingly.

After Peko decided you are not a threat and gets to know you she warms up and will tell you embarrassing things Fuyuhiko did, (but only when he's not around)

obviously your wedding was amazing and so wonderful

though you did have to be careful that no rival gangs attacked.

you two are so happy with each other, and you show Fuyuhiko so many other hobby that the two of you can do together.

At first Kazuichi was very nervous around you since your so outgoing but after time, you get him to open up

You help him get out of his shell

you also help him get over Sonia and he later realizes he has feeling for you!

of course he tries to make the most romantic date to ask you out, and it goes...

decently well

you two are dating now

you love listening to him talk about his mechanics and help him test stuff

he also loves listening to what you're interested in!

He super nervous when he asks you to marry him

You can kinda get the feeling for what's he's planning so you just try and encourage him and help him along.

of course when he does ask you say yes and both of you are happily wed.

Kazuichi and you are always so happy to be with each other.

Nagito tries to above you at first him knowing what he feels and not wanting you to get affected by his luck

you on the other hand want to help him he always seems so distant

so you keep trying to talk to him and eventually Nagito gives up and let's you in, you and him are friends

Then of course after hanging out he confesses his feeling for you

you of course say yes you love him

you always spend time with Nagito when he's in the hospital

Nagito does tell you he wants to marry you, but he doesn't want to burden you with all his problems

you of course tell him he's not a burden and you want to spend the rest of your life with him to!

so the two of you get married and it's such a happy event

Nagito loves trying new things with you, you always find ways to surprise him and it's so wonderful how you bring hope to him.

You and Gundham hit it off right when you meet he's so ready to share his love of animals

and you love showing him all that you love! he's always willing to listen to you!

He teaches you so many things about animals and how to take care of them and of course his dark arts

you also teach him lots of things about the stuff you love!

eventually Gundham asks you out! you tell him Yes! you'd love to be his girlfriend!

Gundham is very affectionate with you and you both love each other so much

you are the princess that will free him from his curse. And his Bride if you show wish and you do wish! you two love each other so much!

you always take care of each other no matter what<3

[elisparda]

This may be stupid or dumb but I believe in Ibuki x Mikan. I think it’s really cute and better for both of them and I’ll get right into that.

I think it’s just so cute, they both are cute and like I feel they would be cute together, be the cutest and most out of pocket couple out of the cast. They win all the cutest couple competition they cast would hold, mainly be Ibuki’s idea and Sonia would go along and basically sponsor the whole thing

I feel this would be wonderful for the both of them because they would learn off each other. Ibuki being Ibuki would ask things if Mikan and jokingly ask over the top things with Mikan. Mikan being Mikan would do it because she doesn’t want to lose what Ibuki feels for her. After some time Ibuki would notice Milan’s discomfort and relate it to her own. Ibuki would grow more and think more about Milan’s feelings and stop asking so many things or jokingly ask outlandish things. Ibuki would grow as a person and notice when people are uncomfortable and stop making the uncomfortable things happen. Well to the best of her ability, you can’t please everyone. And Ibuki would genuinely love Mikan and show her what true love is

Mikan would learn to say no to things. Now Mikan would take a lot longer to grow into this habit but slowly she would learn to start saying no to request and than once she does it enough with Ibuki she’ll try it with other people. I feel she would try it with Hajime and Fuyuhiko, those 2 would be the ones to respect her opinion and congratulate her for saying no. In general she would learn to stand up for herself and be more confident. And this might take even longer but she’ll even realize how much Ibuki truly loves her, she’ll learn to accept and love Ibuki back, not because Ibuki said let’s date but because she truly loves Ibuki and is thankful for everything she slowly done for Mikan. I also feel Ibuki would test Mikan without her knowing. A random test where Ibuki ask something if Mikan and would make her extremely uncomfortable and Mikan would have to say no. If Mikan doesn’t say no, Ibuki voids what she ask and explains to Mikan it’s okay to say, definitely to the ones you love, but if Mikan says no Ibuki they both celebrate Mikan progress till it becomes normal.

Also like why wouldn’t they be so cute together, like imagine they go to a party the DR2 cast puts together, they have a good time at the start but than Mikan shows she isn’t liking it, she feel uncomfortable and doesn’t want to be in the loud place. Ibuki would notice this from where ever she is in the party or like 6th sense it. She would take Mikan and they leave the party. They end up going home and enjoying their own personal time.

Also imagine the despair disease is still a thing, we saw how Mikan acted, basically just a fever. Imagine Ibuki taking care of Mikan and everything is more… hot~ you can say, Ibuki even takes advantage of this.

Ibuki pulls Mikan in by the waste and their faces are close, lips almost touching like they are about to kiss. Ibuki says something hot or sensual like “my turn to play nurse, would my patient like a full body check up” while placing her other hand on Mikan cheek

Mikan body already hot but now she blushing, she breathing heavy while Ibuki talks sexy to her, Mikan basically melting in Ibuki’s arms and there a moment of silence because Mikan doesn’t know how to react so Ibuki brings Mikan in for a kiss and the rest is history.

Mikan pushes Ibuki away because she doesn’t want to get Ibuki sick.

Anyways, this is my reason for loving Ibuki x Mikan, I understand at first glance they are nothing alike and don’t belong in a relationship but let me believe

[shouts-into-the-void]

One of my most hated fanfic trends is where that pre-Despair treatment by his classmates is depicted as totally okay and not them being unreasonable. It's especially noticeable in RP blogs or Hinanami fics. They'll often depict his behavior in the second half of Chapter 4 as his default characterization, and have him spend every waking second going after the Reserve Course students and doing nothing else.

Which not only ignores the context of him having been mindwiped, having his first impression of the Reserve Course being the discovery that they apparently destroyed Hope's Peak, and the real source of his anger and depression being the discovery that the class are all terrorists (while being left in the dark about the brainwashing). But it kind of misses the entire point of the whole "talented vs non-talented" theme to have the locally mentally ill kid be the sole cause of the conflict.

Like I'm not against the idea of going against canon, and depicting the rest of the class trying to give him a fair shake. I think there's plenty of friendship interaction potential between him and a number of the class (e.g. Sonia, Imposter, Mahiru, etc.). But to retroactively pretend like they were being completely fair to him and he just brought the ostracism on himself is bullshit.

I think a lot of people also miss the fact that the reason Nagito is so outright antagonistic to Hajime about being a Reserve Course Student is because he feels betrayed. He feels a kinship with Hajime due to their mutual love of Hopes Peak, the two were the closest before everyone turned on him, and he's canonically in love with him. So to find out that Hajime is actually not only talentless, but responsible for destroying the academy they both love and plunging the world into despair?

That's not to say all the rudeness is only because of anger, Nagito's actual personality is actually kind of just like that because he has a God Complex and is more intelligent than all of his peers. Any time he breaks character or looks down on someone, he is kind of a bitch, but more in a "I'm smarter than you, please stop arguing with me when you have no idea what you're talking about" way.

I really do wish people would lean into the potential relationships he has with the rest of the cast more. I don't think there's any way Chisa would have let them keep mistreating him, and I was annoyed that her attempt to explain his actions to the class (which actually did get through to them!) got glossed over in favor of the "Everybody hates Nagito" gag.

Some thoughts on potential relationships:

I personally hc him as besties with Sonia post-canon. Not only because she's the most forgiving, because I feel like the fandom makes her do a lot of emotional labor, but I think they would have similar tastes in novels and I think Sonia's own eccentricities would mean that she isn't as off-put by his weird behavior.

I don't think he would be close with Mahiru, because as much as she's caring and doesn't want him hurt, she's also just very judgemental and I think her tendency to verbally attack people would negatively impact his recovery. I think they would get along, but until she learns how to get past her trauma with her dad and stop letting her friends commit crimes, I think it's at a respectful distance.

While Mikan and Nagito are MLM/WLW Hostility™ I do also think they're friends. They like to bitch at each other, but if anyone dares insult the other they Will Destroy Them. I have always thought of them as working quite closely together during the tragedy for whatever reason, it just seems right in my brain?

I also feel like people miss the wild potential of Nagito just adopting Monica. Like, he raises her from like 10 years old until she's a teenager (I'm assuming she's like 14-15 in the anime?), Monica finally gets someone to actually take care of her instead of abusing and abandoning her, and I'm supposed to believe that they just never speak again? Also Nagito saving and caring for this child after spending his childhood an orphan who was put into dangerous situations a lot is a really great parallel.

I like to think he and Akane do a lot of their recovery at the same time because they're both pretty wasted away by the time they wake up, and they bond little by little. They celebrate when one of them moves up a weight class, but Akane recovers faster so by the end Nagito has to remind her not to break his ribs when she hugs him in joy.

Nekomaru is very helpful in coaching him through his physical recovery due to understanding the limitations of a severe health condition and his experience as a team manager. There's definitely a lot of encouragement on Nekomaru's end because a lot of physical therapy can be embarrassing when things that theoretically should be easy aren't. Basically: Akane, Nekomaru, and Nagito all end up as unlikely gym buddies?

Those are just some of my thoughts and headcanons, absolutely take or leave any of that.

[a-student-out-of-time]

Can I just say to Kikue and Miwa, thanks for still sticking by Hibiki. I was a little afraid what would happen, but she knows it was a mistake and was stuck in a very difficult situation with few to no good options. I do think Matsuda does make some good points at times though, but ultimately nothing justifies what he tried to do to Umeko and Hajime.

You're quite welcome. You all helped me gain the courage to confront my own fears, and I shall return the favor.

You guys are gonna be okay, right?

Yeah. We'll find a way.

...You don't sound too sure.

...I'm trying to be sure. It's just...

...

*Kikue hugs him*

Huh?

Sonia-san going home must've been hard enough...but this too? You guys need a break.

I can only imagine how difficult this must be.

I know you don't want us to take the heat, but if there's anything I can do to help...

...I appreciate it. I'll...I'll let you know.

Take care of yourselves.

...Please do, Haji.

*Miwa takes her hand* We'll all be at the dorms if you need us.

Good luck with everything.

You too...

Enchantress? Please do keep our Siren company as well. She...does not care to be alone.

You got it.

I love you guys.

Love you too, Hibiki.

I love you.

*Reluctantly, Hibiki leaves with Miwa and Kikue*

[mistresslrigtar]

Chapter Sixteen: Dare (written for Zelinktines24 day 16 prompt)

and the angst is back with a vengeance - enjoy!

Read below or HERE

Their newfound bliss is the balm Link has been longing for, and while he’s hopeful he and Zelda are back on a path that will bring them closer, they never finished the conversation they started the other day in the garden. He’s been hesitant to continue it and bring up the Secret Stones, but the thought that there are still six stones in existence that someone could abuse like Ganondorf weighs heavy.

While they’re washing up after dinner, Link summons the courage to broach the subject. “I’ve been thinking about our conversation about the Master Sword and how it was restored.”

Zelda pauses drying the dish she holds, and Link doesn’t miss the worry that flashes in her eyes before she blinks it away and looks at him. “Oh?”

Swallowing, Link hopes what he’s about to suggest will be another step toward healing and moving on. “When our friends visit, I would like to speak with them about gathering up all the remaining stones, destroying them with the sword, and then lay it to rest, once and for all. I can’t… I don’t want it to define who I am anymore. It has caused me nothing but grief.”

Zelda’s expression grows thoughtful and she presses her fingers against her throat where the stone would rest if she wore the choker. “I understand your feelings regarding the sword, but why would you want to destroy the stones? They’ve helped me and the new Champions hone our skills.”

“They’re dangerous. What if another madman tries to take them?” Link’s nerves ratchet up, and he clenches his fists, as his mind races to the possibility of someone attacking Zelda again. She’s powerful, but so had been Sonia, and Ganondorf still managed to kill her. The thought sends a chill trickling like ice down Link’s spine.

“All the more reason to keep them. You can seal the sword away and always retrieve it if we need it again. If we destroy the stones, they’ll be irretrievably lost.” Zelda’s voice is firm, breaking into Link’s waking nightmare, brooking no argument. She resumes drying the dish she holds signifying the conversation is over, but Link refuses to let it go that easily and dares to press further.

“I’m the only one who can use the sword. Ganondorf made it clear anyone with the will can possess those stones. If they’re destroyed they can’t be stolen or swallowed.” As soon as the words leave Link’s mouth, he wishes he could reel them back in. The sudden tension emanating from Zelda is nearly palpable. 

“You don’t trust me.” Her voice trembles with barely restrained anger, and two red splotches appear on her cheeks.

“That’s not what I meant.” Guilt surges over Link at her accusation, and his heart aches at the hurt look in her eyes. He trusts her more than anyone else in the world, but his fear of what can happen to her is too much to bear. “You’re misunderstanding me, you don’t need the stone, and neither do the new Champions to utilize your gifts. Just like I don’t need the Master Sword.”

Zelda’s eyes glaze over, still focusing on his previous statement and not hearing his reasoning. “You’re afraid I’ll swallow it again.”

“I’m afraid, but not of that.” Link takes the dish she’s clutching and sets it aside to hold her hands. Her knuckles crack when he clasps them too tightly,, but he carries on, not caring about the pleading note in his voice. “I’m afraid of losing you again. I’m tired of allowing ancient artifacts to dictate our fate. Let’s free ourselves from their grasp once and for all. Please, Zelda, consider it.”

Zelda lets out a shuddering breath and stares into a middle distance past his shoulder. When she finally speaks, it’s in a whisper and she can’t seem to look him in the eye. “I’ll have to think about it.”

Link’s heart sinks, and stomach twisting into a tight knot of disappointment, he drops her hands. He knows from experience by the closed look on Zelda’s face, that it’s pointless to press the matter further. Instead, he stiffly nods, trying to push down his deep dismay as they continue cleaning in an awkward silence. The clinking of dishes and the rustling of the cloth are the only sounds in the room. The weight of unspoken words hangs between them, and Link has no idea how to smooth things over. As much as he wishes he’d spoken more eloquently, he can’t take back what was said, and doesn’t want to. It’s what he wants, and has no idea what he’ll do if Zelda chooses the stones over him.

Please don't be mad at me 😬😇and people say BotW/TotK Link has no emotion. He's a frigging ticking Zonai time bomb!

TYSM to @lovesickflora who approved this dramatic course of action 😂

[ultimaid]

Genuine question, I don't mean any offense, but what do you see in Sounia? He's such a creep to her.

he is! and i don’t condone his behavior toward her in any way, i do find it creepy and the fact that she in-game wants him dead is honestly pretty funny. this post is NOT me making excuses for canon!souda’s actions.

for me it’s more like… i see a lot of painful awkwardness in souda. a lot of “oh god i don’t know how to interact with people” that comes with his obvious neurodiversity + having grown up in an abusive environment. and i think that mirrors sonia’s own awkward nature, in a way, she’s just much more graceful and poised about it. in the end they’re both huge nerds and i think that, once souda is able to realize “hey!! this is NOT how you treat someone you like!!” and gain a little empathy, they could have a really intriguing dynamic.

it’s about the growth for me — about souda’s growth, sure, about him learning how to interact with the people around him in a way that doesn’t put them off immediately, but also about sonia’s growth and being able to set boundaries (which she never clearly does in the game). it’s very much NOT a “using the woman for the man’s growth” sort of thing for me — it’s about both of them! i think they could get along!

pluuuus, i haven’t seen the dr3 anime but i think they are friends in it, based on what i’ve heard! or at least closer than they are in the game, which makes me happy.

in the end it’s more of a hypothetical dynamic than anything else, but i think they could have fun being silly and nerdy together. once souda realizes she’s just another person and once she feels comfortable setting boundaries with him i just think it could be something interesting to explore.

(i’m also weak for silly puppy-love crushes that grow into actual respect and care.)

one of my favorite takes on their relationship and how it could develop postcanon is in this fic, pygmalion effect. major TW for a few things in the fic (all of which i believe the author tagged), plus the last chapter is just porn, but it’s genuinely such a fascinating take on the sounia and sonsoudam dynamics.

EDIT: goodness i didn’t explain myself well at all in this post i am so sorry. please let me know if you need any further clarification, i love talking about these two.

[plaindangan]

Peko loves to satisfy Fuyuhiko in all lewd manners tho he can’t help but wonder if she had other family members like an older sister when she was sold to the Yakuza. Peko has no memories of it but still Fuyuhiko wonders if she’s as submissive or dominant compared to Peko.

Meanwhile Martina has a weird feeling someone is talking about her as she pegs another peacekeeper while wearing a dominatrix outfit

Disclaimer: R18 material! If not to your liking then please do not view!

“Oh, Young Master~ Won’t you come to bed?~”

She didn’t have to tell him twice.

After a long day of running the clan, Fuyuhiko was exhausted…

But upon seeing his darling Peko dressed in a see-through, green, nightgown that just hugged her voluptuous figure his fatigue magically went away as he embraced his lover. Pleased, Peko guided both to their bed where she sat Fuyuhiko down.

“Yes, that’s it…just let your obedient tool take care of you, Young Master~” Planting a kiss on his lips, Fuyuhiko watched, mesmerized and smitten, as Peko went between his legs. Unzipping his pants, and in one fluid motion, Peko completely rid his lower half of clothing. Of the wretched things that stood between her glossy, pink lips - no, sheathe- and the ‘sword’ that needed to be put away. 

Smooooooooooch~

Fuyuhiko moaned, his body shuddering as Peko’s soft lips kissed his tip and and would wrap her mouth around his shaft. Suckling on it, eager to ‘polish’ his ‘blade’ to perfection. Even if that meant the posibility of it spilling into her awaiting mouth herself. As she sucked him, Fuyuhiko could only think of how lucky he was. To have someone devoted, so loving towards him and his endeavors. A partner for life~

Though…it also got him thinking. What of the family Peko had before? That had abandoned her? Where any of them even remotely close to Peko in terms of their devotion. That could match her submissive, yet very much dominating, tendencies?

Anyone out there?

-

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

“You! Pathetic! Little! Slut~ You like that, don’t you? You like being, beaten and fucked! Fucked! Sense! Less! Right? My dear little subordinate, slut?~” Currently both were in a secret location of Kanai Ward - but wherever they were, anyone could see it was a sex dungeon. Chained face face down to a heart shaped bed was a masked, gagged, man. Moaning like quite the little slut as Martina Electro, clad in skintight black latex, was pegging his ass with very thick strap-on. One that seemed very eager to find a new home in such an obedient pig as Martina slapped quite the plump ass while digging into him deeper.

As the moans from her dear peacekeeper bounced throughout the walls of the dungeon, Martina paused the pegging as she sensed something. Was…was someone else out there having her in her mind? Perhaps…no. She was just being self-centered again~ 

Besides, why focus of what is likely an impossibility when she has an ass to stretch otu, right?

“Now then…hope you’re ready for the riding crop my dear little peacekeeper~” Martina said, cackling as she gripped his ass like a vice.

-

“Young Master? You seem deep in thought? Am I not doing this right?” Peko asked, concerned. To which Fuyuhiko quickly calmed her fears.

“N-no! Don’t worry, Peko! It’s nothin’ just got work shit on my mind a bit more than usual” he said, opting not to really tell her he was thinking about her family. Luckily, Peko seemed to move on from it…to something mroe devious in mind. 

“Is that so? Then…that just means I need to work hard to tend to my Master!!” Huh? Quickly heading into the bathroom, Fuyuhiko was curious to what Peko would be doing..and blushed as he saw what she was now wearing. It was a strap-on that was all lubed up and very eager to get to work. 

“I know just how to get rid of all your distractions. Young Master, won’t you turn over and let your tool fuck you silly?~” she asked, voice filled with want and eagerness to get closer to Fuyuhiko via method recommended to her by Sonia and Mikan with their husbands.

And by the time she was done with Fuyuhiko? Yeah, there was no way he’d be thinking of people that no longer had anything to do with his Peko~ Not for a loooooong while, at least!

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

The gentle stag Secrets trysts 

The gentle stag Secrets trysts

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing: Keith x MC

Tag: Locked in Dance Party Mention of Alcohol Caress Touches Almost Kiss Soft Keith Dark Keith Fluff

Word Count : 2.968

Author’s Note: Parties are all dance and fun but what happen when two people, who may harbor secret feelings for the other, remained locked in a room alone ? Sparkles are about to burst if one of them is an hopeless flirt determined to make the most out of their alone time, bringing them closer than ever.

To celebrate Keith route release I crafted a sort of rewriting of the epilogue of "To catch a bunny rabbit" story event, because I loved that even so much it sparked my interest in him even more than before, I hope you may like it. 🤗

Side Note: He Soft Keith He Dark Keith

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it 😊

It was a dreamy night, she spent chatting about books with her favourite author and dancing the night away with the man who stole her heart. 

What more could she ask for ? 

She smiled to herself smoothing her hands over her jade dress, tailor made just for her made even more special by Keith compliments and praises all through the shopping, as he helped her choice not only the color and fabric of the gown but even the jewels to match it, that night she really felt like a princess worthy to be at his side … at the thought her heart swelled with mirth, painting a rosy dream in her mind for her pleasure alone, her lips curled in a blissful smile as she stared at the crowded ballroom from outside the balcony … it wasn't her world … not yet because maybe she could have got used to it too, fit to be with him.

Sweet thoughts swirling in her heart as she let the fresh air of the evening refresh her heated cheeks, until his image popped up to her mind, she had been so busy talking with Sonia that she forget to check out on him, he had got to take some drinks but he must have forgot by that time, she sighed softly deciding to wander a bit around the garden before returning inside, remembering he told her when they met how such crowded events made him feel uncomfortable, not finding him anywhere she adventred herself in the maze of hallways and room of the house careful to scan every guest that resemble him.

She did not know how much time it passed but she was begin to feel tired, so much she stopped next to a window shooting a last glance to the moonlit garden, turning round as she saw someone approaching her from behind, the chat with that man made her behind uncomfortable, she looked around to find a way to escape … panic took hold of her at the sight of the empty hallways, so far from the hall not even the must reached it, she was about to flee when she felt one strong arm wrap around her waist, the sight of a familiar jade jacket and his musky woody scent put her immediately at ease, as she relaxed in his hug clutching his shirt.

He looked somehow different than usual, it wasn't the first time she noticed that, but as ever she brushed it off as her imagination, and yet the beastly glimpse in his amber eyes as he looked down at the man tightening his arm around her as he brushed off his lips on her hair, making her heart race, were unmistakable different like the slightly more shady and sadistic smile curling his lips, but she was too grateful he came to save her to care about anything else.

Even though he may have looked more wicked deep down he was still the same caring Keith that she came to love, asking what she wanted to do before proposing something of his own, smiling softly as her eyes light up with excitement at the prospect of discovering what he had in store for her, giggling like children he led her away through the hallways hand in hand, promising a surprise to earn that smile he never got tired of seeing light up her beautiful features.

His gift was no less than a view worthy of a painting, present in all the books she loved so much, happiness filling her to the core as she basked in the masculine hug of his arms wrapped around her waist, deaf to his words a warning for her to not trust everyone, thing she already did on her own, but brushed off when she was with him led by a yearn to know more about him, the man who unknowingly had begun to stole her heart and mind with his kindness.

They were about to return to the ball, even though she would have liked to spend a bit more time alone with him, when suddenly he discovered the door was locked and they were forced to settle down there, fear not even remotely lingering in her mind at his attempt to woo her, because in truth she felt happy, be it for a moment she had to thank the alcohol for, to have tasted what a love with him would have felt like, knowing the naivete of her dream.

He must have perceived the shift in her mood because a moment later he called out to her, inviting her to sit with him, offering her a smile, more mysterious and shady than the usual tender sweet ones she was used to but she did not mind, curious as she was to discover all his hidden sides.

She was to sit on the sofa next to him but suddenly he wrapped his finger around her wrist, took off balance she fell right on his lap, flattening her hands on his chest captive of his golden eyes gleaming with lust, too entranced to notice the compromising position she was in.

He leaned over her, few inches from her lips, unconsciously he licked his upper lip, the gesture both sensual and lascivious at once while her resolution, at staying away from him, flickered at each minute going by, but then he smell alcohol reached her nostrils, she wrinkled her nose at the stench pulling away from his grasp, mildly hurted that he shower such an interest in her only when drunk … if only he would have been sober she could have give in to their desire, sharing a precious first kiss with him, and maybe obtaining a confession of love from his part thereafter.

The weight of her shattered hopes and dreams of an impossible love too much to bear she swallowed her feelings trailing her gaze down on her hands still curled in his firm chest, perceiving her displeasure he wrapped his fingers around her own, the gesture more sensual as it had any right to be as he slide his lips from her wrist to her knuckles covering her skin with little wet kisses, lingering more than appropriate on her ring fingers making her heart race furiously in her chest at the smoldering sensuality of his gaze as he nibbled on her digits one by one, smirking in delight at the rosy blush spreading on her cheeks.

His voice husky and low, almost contradicting his own words with his actions as he cupped her face in his hand, bruising tenderly his fingers on her cheeks

“You should be careful of being alone in a room with a man, ya know ?”

“Are you telling me I should be wary of everyone … even you ?” she looked back at him, astounded at his advice

“Especially me, for the most wicked beasts may be the ones we let in.” something similar to concern flickered in his amber eyes as he looked straight at her, with an unusually stern expression on his features

“I am not afraid.” she shook her head, as even the mere idea of not trusting him was ridiculous to her ears

“I am touched.” he disguised his confession with a sly smirk, 

“What makes me so special ?” there was a hint of mirth in his voice, almost as he was testing her, not intimidated from that farce she held his gaze.

“I trust you.” 

Her candid confession took him aback, not enough though to let his composure falter, as he probed further to keep her away from him, away from his heart that already he felt wrapped around by the branches of love they felt for her,

“Even now ?” she nodded smiling sheepishly at him

“Yes but now it seems you are going to hurt me and …” she let out a shaky sigh “I am scared of what you will do to me.”

His fingers cruelly gentle as they brushed on her lips

“I have to say I am tempted to gobble you up.” her eyes widened in disbelief at the smoldering heat in his amber gaze, shining in the dimly lit room like a predator looking over his prey.

“But I won’t harm you. After all it will be a sin to scare you away now that we are beginning to be close.” 

Every words oozing the sensual decadence of a secret tryst fanning on her skin, setting it ablaze in delicious contact with the wetness of his lips brushing ever so softly on her neck, making her desire for more despite the warning signs he was giving her, mesmerizing her to give in the temptation of her most wicked desire.

A dreamy sigh escaping her lips involuntarily, suppressed by her hand, brushing over that soft rosy lips he yearned to savour, melting in a gasp as he laid on the sofa his movements both languid and sensual at once he leaned his head on her lap his gaze alluring seducing her to give in his selfish desire for attention a malicious smirk on his lips coaxing her to obey him

“I hope this position is comfortable enough for you.” she nodded, unable to say anything else, lost in the molten gold of his eyes, a beastly glimpse flickering in it like a predator seizing up his prey shining in the dimly lit room.

“Good I will take it as a thanks for saving you before and showing you this place.” 

He reached to caress a soft curl dangling on her shoulder, her eyes widening at his intimate touch taking him aback by her strange docility, capturing him deeper in the spires of what surely He would have called love, something he personally has never experienced until her.

“Thank me once its tomorrow too, I love to hear your sweet voice first thing in the morning.”

The touch of her fingers on his curls strangely comforting, touch she was doing to Him, that thought soured his expression as he looked at her, seeing reflecting in her bright pure eyes nothing but the deepest kindness and tenderness of her heart, dripping over her words.

“I think you should mind how much alchol do you drink.”

“What for ? It’s not like anyone can order me around ‘bout what I have to do is it ?”

“No but … I care for you.”

Her heartfelt confession had the effect of a cold shower on him as he stared at her in disblief

“Like I don’t want anyone to take advantage of you when you are drunk that is.”

a tender smile curled her lips as she combed her fingers through his hair, brushing her thumb on his cheek pushing a rebel lock away from his face. 

“Now is better if you take a nap to dispose of the alcohol running in you.” 

He couldn’t afford to lower his barrier too much with her, she didn’t know anything of him not yet and though that words melted his heart all the same, a soft smiled curled his lips before he resumed his though facade

“I will take up on your offer then, thank you.” he shot her a last sultry gaze speaking in such a low hoarse voice revelling in the deep shade of red rising to her cheeks.

“Feel free to do the same, little bunny.”

She nodded mindlessly continuing to brush through his soft grey curls, smiling at his cute nickname, hearing him purr in delight feeling drowsiness taking over her she felt grateful for his decision to turn on his side, while his head shifted away from her lap, giving her freedom of movements, slowly, as to not wake him up, she slide next to him sandwiched between his sturdy body and the back of the sofa, strangely so she felt safe almost as his body was shielding her from any harm a sigh of relief escaped her lips admiring his graceful features. 

It was such a weird hectic night even though she could not tell the second part of it exactly a dream she could not brush it away either, at least she got to see another side of him she should have been grateful right ?

Yet she felt a weird uneasiness took over her hoping for him not to change too much, afraid his sudden switches would have eventually led them to drift apart, strangely so this thought wounded her more than she could say, almost as he perceived the sudden shift in her mood he wrapped his arm around her keeping her close to him.

A rush of heat rose to her cheeks for that intimate contact feeling his warm breath fanning over her cheeks she closed her eyes trying not to overthink about it too much, to not read anything in that light contact, after all he was fast asleep right ?

Maybe he was a cuddly drunken or he just like to cuddle, even though the little smile on his lips told her a different story sheepishly she trailed her gaze down only to feel her head cradled into his chest as his soft fingers brushed over her soft curls, while the other arm wrapped around her waist, before she knew she drifted asleep nuzzled on his pecs dreaming of him. 

Unaware of the way the budding affection, hidden in their hearts, was slowly but constantly growing stronger each day as they got closer, bonded by the strongest ties of them all the red string of love, written above the stars, twinkling happily in the blue night sky peeking from the clouds as the moon look down at them, bathing the little room in its light.

It was still night when a knock at the door awake him from his slumber, his sudden movement waking her up smiling at the sound of the night birds chirping excitedly outside already spreading the rumors she envisioned would have spread through the palace, after the news of their peculiar night spent together all alone in a room, but she didn't cared not even one bit, truth to be told she was happy to be exchanged as his lover.

Not minding the hour she took her time to bask in his hug, smiling at the gentle touch of his fingers on her cheeks as he greeted her good morning before fretting over to apologise profusely for that compromising position, finding his legs wrapped around her and her head laid on his arm, but she was quickly to reassure him nothing happened between them, even though she would have preferred otherwise, alike the drunk part of him that didn't seem against showing his passion freely at the contrary of the shy, kind Keith who was right in front of her, gazing pleadingly at her asking for forgiveness over and over again.

She reassured him it was nothing he should mind of, ignoring the way her heart clamored uneasily and the urge she had to kiss that soft rosy lips of his to shut his apologise but she wasn’t so brave to and so she settled to calm him down cupping his cheeks and caressing her thumbs on his soft skin, diving in the deep pool of molten gold of his eyes.

Ever the gentleman he pulled off from her, helping her off the sofa adjusting her dress and hair before doing the same to him in time to greet his butler coming to look for them, unaware of the gratitude she felt at the knowledge the lock functioned and so the previous night white lie from his was a trick he pulled off to be alone with her, offering much needed time to spend together getting to know one another better, knowing little of the fact even his naughty side, she didn’t quite discovered yet, interested her as much as his kind one did.

The carriage travel back to the palace was long, and boring seeing how much drowsy she still felt and so she focused in admiring him to stay awake, with little success, as she slumped on his shoulder, too tired to slide off she remained where she was faking to be asleep, a soft smile curling her lips as she basked in his strong arms cradling her on his chest once more, nuzzling better in his arms as she felt him carrying her back to her room, placing her on the sofa before turning to go away but she caught his hand. 

“Thank you for this wonderful night Keith and for showing me the room, it was a beautiful sight.” A sheepish smile curled her lips mirroring his own

“It was my pleasure. I am happy you liked it.” a soft blush crept up on her cheeks at the sensation of his lips kissing gallantry her knuckles, like a night, her heart bursted with affection as she raised on her tiptoe to plant a soft kiss on his cheek, revelling in his rosy blush, while his masculine musky and woody scent enveloped her nostrils making her dizzy.

They parted way promising to meet that afternoon for a tea party, a spring in her step as she got ready for the night, looking out of the window while thoughts of the pleasurable time she had spent in his company  swirled in her mind, her heart filled with happiness and curiosity as she greeted the stars twinkling in the night sky, pleasure behind imagination crafted her dreams until dawn, when she bathed in the warmth of the morning sun, enjoying a breakfast with him, like a couple, bonded together by the strongest force of them all, capable to bring to their knees peasant and Kings alike, for nothing was more powerful than the almighty power of love.

[juviaenochian]

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryu and Juvia Enochian's Past pt 2

"Then, why am I here?" she asked. "It's not safe for you out there," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "That, and we...um..." "We what?" she asked. "We just want you to be safe," he sighed, "We can't have you wandering around." "So, you just wanna keep me locked up in here," she narrowed her eyes, "Is that it?" "We want you to have a normal life." "I want a life? Hahahaha!" she chuckled, "I have no life!" "I..." "I don't need you," she said, "You're scared of me.... Just admit it...." "No, we're not scared," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "We just think you'd be better off staying here." "Yeaaaah," she sighed, "You're afraid of me..." "No," he shook his head, "We're not." "What are you so afraid of," she put her hands on her hips, "You can't handle me?" "A-As I said," he stammered, "We just want to protect you." "Hahaha!" she laughed,

"Do this for me.... Don't. Expel. Kuzuryu.... Understand?" "W-What do you want?" "It doesn't matter," she sighed, "Just do it," She glared at him, "I don't want to see you. Okay?" "O-Okay," he nodded, "I won't." "Good," she turned her back on him, "I gotta go." "I'll walk you," he said. "No," she replied, "I'll be fine," She stood in front of his office and patted her pocket, The Yakuza boy was in shock of what happened, he looked back at the headmaster. "What just happened?" he asked. "She's...special," Headmaster Kirigiri replied, "Don't worry about it." Fuyuhiko just sighed, "Okay," "Come on," he opened the door to his office, "I'll show you out." "No, it's okay," Fuyuhiko said, "I can do it myself." "Are you sure?" Headmaster Kirigiri asked. "Yeah," he nodded, "I got it." "Alright." He was still in shock of what just happened. He was walking down the hallway towards his class. "Why would she do that?" he thought, "What's her problem?" He reached his class and saw that everyone was there. He went to his desk that was next to his childhood friend/bodyguard Peko Pekoyama: Ultimate Swordswoman. "Is there something wrong, Young Master?" she asked. "I-I'll tell you later," he answered. "Okay," she sat down, "Please hurry." He sat down in his desk and took out his notebook, "Class," Chisa Yukizome, the teacher of Class 77, said, "We have a student from Class 66 joining us today. I was informed that her entire class was expelled so, she's going to be with us for the whole school year," she gestured to someone to enter the classroom and to Fuyuhiko's surprise, it was Juvia, "Everyone, Meet Juvia Enochian from Class 66." Everyone said hi to her while Juvia just stood there, "Juvia," Chisa called, "Are you okay?" "Yes," she answered, "I'm fine." "Alright," Chisa sighed, "Please do have a seat." The Encyclopedia walks through the class and found a seat right next to Sonia Nevermind, The Ultimate Princess. "Um...," Juvia said, "Can I sit here?" "Sure," Sonia replied, "But, isn't the seat next to you... taken?" "I don't care," Juvia smiled, "It's fine." "Okay," Sonia replied, "If you say so." "Please have a seat," Chisa smiled and Juvia sat down. "I take it you know everyone here," Chisa asked. "Yep," she nodded, "I tutored some of them." "You're a tutor?" "Yup," she nodded. "You must be really good." "Thank you," Juvia smiled. "Now, let's start the lesson," Chisa took out a book from the shelf, "Today, we'll be discussing Romeo and Juliet." "Doesn't that play suck?" asked Chiaki Nanami, The Ultimate Gamer. "We'll get into that," Chisa smiled, "After we finish reading." "Ah." "Juvia," Chisa called, "Why don't you recite it for us?" "Ahh," she stood up, "Yes, ma'am." "Start," Chisa smiled. She took a deep breath and said, "These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow." Everyone gasped, including Fuyuhiko, "What...was that?" "It...it was amazing," Sonia stuttered, "How did you memorize that?" "I...," Juvia paused, "I read it many times." "It's...amazing," Fuyuhiko muttered. "Thank you," she smiled. "You...you must be...," Sonia stuttered, "A genius." "I think you're mistaken," Juvia shook her head, "I'm just a simple girl with facts." "Huh?" Sonia blinked. "Didn't you hear what I said?" Juvia asked, "I told you I'm a tutor, which means I tutor people about different subjects, including Shakespeare." "Oh," Sonia blinked, "I thought you were a genius."

"They said that I am, okay?", she said mildly annoyed. "Okay," Sonia apologized, "I apologize for my misunderstanding." "It's okay," Juvia shrugged, "I get insulted like that all the time." "I can't believe it," Sonia muttered, "You're the nicest person I've ever met." "It's probably because I'm used to people insulting me," Juvia replied, "That makes me a good tutor." "I...," Sonia sighed, "I guess you're right." "Now," Chisa interrupted, "Let's continue." Nagito Komaeda, The Ultimate Lucky Student, stood up with the book and read, "O serpent heart, hid with a flowering face! Did ever dragon keep so fair a cave? Beautiful tyrant! fiend angelical! Dove-feather'd raven! wolvish-ravening lamb! Despised substance of divinest show! Just opposite to what thou justly seem'st, A damned saint, an honourable villain! O nature, what hadst thou to do in hell; When thou didst bower the spirit of a fiend In mortal paradise of such sweet flesh? Was ever book containing such vile matter So fairly bound? O that deceit should dwell In such a gorgeous palace!"

[despair-to-future-arcs]

Your uncle died?

*One explanation later*

So... that's what happen to you?

I-it did and honestly, I was so upset about all of it!

I mean for god sakes, one of my classmates was found dead on the floor at the front of the class during exams and not just that and my teacher she isolating and restricting me, but if we don't success then will fail and I just...I...!

Her funeral is happening right now and I'm not there to mourn for her and I guess I'm not doing so great, but I know I need to be presentable towards my people.

*hugs Sonia and comforts her* I'm sorry you had to go through all that, Sonia. You didn't deserve to be treated as such...

Still...I can't believe this, that school had not only hidden 2 murder cases but also the fact the students were force to sign this NDA?! What the hell type of school is this, we need to inform your parents about this right away!

Wait wait, hold on uncle; I don't think we should just yet!

You know that mother and father are preparing the whole parade for this celebration tomorrow and I don't think it's proper for a women of my standing to just not show up even if I'm not in a good mood.

Are you sure, I feel your parents would understand if you aren't feeling too great.

It's fine, uncle - I feel that I should set aside my own emotions and help prepare for the parade, after all if I show fear then it would scare our people.

So let's discuss this after the parade and speeches, I'm sure we can do that.

Sonia...

Very well, if that is what you wish to do then will do so if that's how you feel; you really are becoming like your mother it seems, caring for our citzens.

Thank you, uncle... now let's go and have dinner then...

'I...I should of let uncle tell them all what happen, then... then maybe that wouldn't have happen...'

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Date: July 30th, 2011

[X]

*cheering of the crowd as Sonia and her family's carriage rode by*

???: Princess Sonia is here! She has return to us!

???: Wahoo, the Nevermind Royal family is here to greet us!

*waves to her people* Hello my fellow citizens, it's good to have return.

Goodness, you really pull the stops mother, everyone is having a good time!

Well of course, after all with 500 years of history and culture of our home; I feel we really need to go out.

Quite, honestly I feel happy to see so many people out. Speaking of which Sonia, did you meet anyone resembling the legendary hero? One that wears a white shirt, and possesses and antenna that can sense danger, has a face lacking distinguishing characteristics and he shall bring light to the tropical land?

Miriko... please don't bring that up, Sonia did just come back and we have this parade right now so let's not ask yet.

Ah right, sorry I suppose given you are studying at Hope's Peak; you don't have time for that, do you?

Not really, no; I just been studying and understanding Japanese culture, I really haven't had time to meet anyone like that sadly...(Honestly I don't think I've ever left the school at all and never explore Japan because the teacher wants me to understand it's work culture...Why did they send me there at all?)

Well alright, I suppose that is expecting a bit much but anyway, seems we are getting to the stage!

Oh yes, we are it seems!

*Sonia and the rest of her family get off and get on stage which then speeches, then it was Sonia's turn...*

-ow, it's time to heard a speech from the next in line for the throne, Sonia Nevermind.

*walks over to the stage and holds some papers* Hello everyone, I am Sonia Nevermind. Next in line for the throne and will soon take over after I have graduated.

I understand that the dangerous we have face and struggles of constant attacks that have occur but I assure we our proud people and must stand firm in what we we and I-. (Just keep speaking your doing great...)

SONIA, LOOK OUT! *Daniel rush over quickly spotting something then-*

*BANG!!!*

*As then Sonia's uncle got shot right in front and fell to the floor, blood was slowly covering the stage as then murmurs and whispers came from the incident and lots of screaming...*

Un-Uncle Daniel!

'I was shock when it happen, it all came so quickly and I didn't have time to respond, I was taken away but my uncle was confirm dead...'

[womanofwords]

STEM Kids Shenanigans (Chapter 26)

Chapter 26: The Hated One

Melanie groaned as she prepared herself for another day of school. Another day of trying to keep order in a place where nobody appreciated her for it. Even the teachers wouldn't give her the time of day now.

"Melanie, you're late," Mr Oluwatola said. "Care to explain yourself?"

"Traffic," Melanie groaned. "It doesn't matter. Nothing special is happening today."

"Actually, something is, I think," Sonia said. "The nursery near to the school is coming here to partner with some of the older students. Or is that some other day?"

"No, that's today," Mr Oluwatola said. "They'll be coming over to your classrooms while you work."

"So we're just going to be surrounded by a bunch of little children?" Sonia asked.

"I hope my little sister comes to one of my classes," Angelo sighed.

"She won't," Melanie snarked. "I know you, Angelo. She'll probably cause chaos."

"She's three. What do you expect her to do?" Angelo said.

"Nothing good," Melanie said.

"What's her problem?" Dante asked.

"She hates us, that's what her problem is," Layla said. "Let's just hope she leaves us alone. She's already lost everything she values."

"The only thing she's ever valued is her prefect badge," Yujin pointed out.

"And since she had it taken away from her, I'm technically correct," Layla remarked.

(PAUSE)

It was art class when the little ones descended by way of an open door. A little boy wearing dinosaur overalls waddled into the room, giggling as students cooed at him. Two little girls wandered in after him. One of them was Mirella.

"Angie!" she giggled, rushing over to him. Angelo scooped her up, sitting her on the desk while the other small children clambered up him.

"Angelo, do you know these children?" Miss Powers asked.

"Yes. This is my little sister, Mirella," Angelo said. "These other children must be her friends from nursery. Mirella, are these your friends?"

"Uh-huh," Mirella said.

"Mirella, where's your teacher?" Yujin asked.

"I don't care," Mirella said. Angelo's classmates laughed.

"Now, Mirella, how about big brother takes you and your classmates back to your teacher?" Angelo asked.

"No!" Mirella snapped. "I stay here!"

"I'm stayin', too!" the boy with the dinosaur overalls said. The other little girl agreed, and Angelo was outnumbered.

"OK. But if your teacher comes in, you have to go," Angelo said.

"No! I can't go!" Mirella said, rushing over to Yujin and grabbing on tight. "I wanna stay with Yujee!"

"Aww!" Yujin cooed.

"They are just the cutest!" Layla gushed. Their classmates were agreeing with them as they orbited around Angelo Riva.

A frazzled young man in a light blue dress shirt rushed in. "Excuse me, have you seen three children?"

"Yes, they're right here," Miss Powers said.

"No, I don't wanna go! I wanna stay with my big brother!" Mirella cried.

"Mimi, you have to go. Your teacher's worried about you," Angelo said.

"But I won't see you until we're at home!" Mirella whined.

"I'm sure you'll live," Melanie spat. She thought she was saying it to herself, but heads turned in anger and shock. The kindergarten teacher looked horrified.

"Melanie, she's only three!" Layla snapped.

"Why is she mean, Angie?" Mirella asked.

"Melanie, outside, please," Miss Powers said. Her typical smile was gone. Melanie sighed and waltzed out.

"Pardon me for wanting class to carry on as normal," Melanie snarked, as she left the room. How was she the bad guy here? Angelo was the one shamelessly milking them for their own reactions by using some little kid, and they were falling for it.

For the rest of the day, she could tell that she was being looked at differently. More people avoided her, people gave her more dirty looks than usual. And now there were the whispers.

"Did you hear what she said to Angelo's little sister?"

"Almost made her cry."

"So glad since she got her prefect badge removed."

"I've hated her since forever."

(PAUSE)

Melanie stomped over to her room immediately after she got home. "Melanie, how was school?" her mother asked.

"I don't want to talk about it," Melanie said, storming up the stairs to her room. Sonia came in a few minutes later.

"What's up with her?" Melanie's mother asked.

"I don't know. I just remember seeing a bunch of little kids invade art class and she's just been in a foul mood ever since," Sonia said. "You'll have to ask her."

Mrs Sainsbury went upstairs to her daughter's bedroom and knocked on the door. "Melanie, dear?" she asked, tentatively. "I'd like to talk to you about school."

"Why?" Melanie sobbed. "I hate it there!"

"Melanie!" Mrs Sainsbury admonished. "This isn't like you at all, what happened?"

"Those horrible kids from the STEM club! One of them made the children like them and the children were interrupting the lesson," Melanie explained in such detail that it made her mother wince. "I wanted the little kids to leave and now everyone hates me! I want a new school!"

"I'm sure you're just saying that," her mother said.

"No! I hate them so much! I want them to go away! I want you to go away! Go away!" Melanie sobbed.

Winifred Sainsbury backed out of her daughter's room slowly. "Sonia, I think Melanie might need some space to think," she said to Sonia.

"Fine by me," Sonia said.

To read the other parts of this fic, see Masterlist.

[more-than-a-princess]

"There!" Sonia cried out, perhaps a little too triumphantly to the point of boasting. Something frowned upon in her family but in this case, she felt vindicated. Her hobbies and interests were already so constantly scrutinized, she wanted to be right about something. She gleefully patted Selene's neck in praise. "Do you see? She does one stomp for yes and she does two for no. It is likely taxing on her hooves though, all the better that the farrier comes to see her."

The King sighed. On one hand, he was blessed with a child who cared so much for life in all its forms. Even a homeless horse in need of help, when she could have just gone about her day and left it deep in the forest. On the other hand, the depth of her passions and hobbies were enough to make anyone feel on edge, whether it was a preoccupation with fictional and real-life murderers or believing she could truly talk to animals.

Traits that hardly inspired trust and confidence in her leadership abilities, despite the fact that Sonia did indeed possess them.

"Very well, I will allow her to stay as long as you, and she, wish," He acquiesced. As was to be expected: there was plenty he could refuse his only child, but a well-behaved horse in need of a home was not one of them. "But please ensure she does not keep you from your duties, my dear. Tonight's ball, for example."

It was Sonia's turn to sigh heavily, her hand pausing near the base of the horse's neck where it met her shoulder. Even what was supposed to be a holiday still had events she was required to make an appearance at, to smile and dance and chat, often about gossip she didn't care for with people who got under her skin. And she couldn't deny them the opportunity, either: that was part of the deal of being the Princess of Novoselic.

"Of course."

"Your mother will make a scene if you are not back by half-past three at the latest."

"Yes yes, I understand," Sonia replied quickly, dismissively, before giving her father a pained look. One he likely shared, particularly when he too wanted a respite from it all. From being himself. Out of everyone in the family, it was Queen Valentina and the King's brother, Prince Arthur, who greatly enjoyed society events. The King was happiest with the few he trusted and the pursuits that brought him joy: Sonia was happiest when her dancing and socializing felt meaningful, when she found kindred spirits truly interested in improving the lives of the common people, or at least others who didn't find her hobbies disgusting. "I'll be back by then."

"Very good. Well then, welcome, Miss Horse," The King gave her another smile and a small nod of acceptance. "Please make yourself at home in our stables and with the rest of our herd."

"Selene," Sonia interjected, just as he turned to walk back to the manor. "Her name is Selene. Her coat glows silver in the moonlight, or so I discovered last night when I brushed her. It is only fitting that she is named after the Goddess of the Moon herself."

"Selene it is," Her father grinned, reaching into his pocket and retrieving a sugar cube, something Sonia's expression brightened at. He wouldn't make his way to the stables without a treat or two for the residents. "Again, you are most welcome, Selene." Instead of offering it to her himself, he dropped it into his daughter's hand instead. Far better that the bond be formed between the two girls. "And half past three, Sonia. Please do not forget."

"I won't!" Sonia called over her shoulder before offering the sweet treat to Selene. "We will be two girls with S names, then, an alliterative pair. But let's get the farrier to have a look at you."

A process that took less than an hour, from the man's arrival and Sonia's instruction to Selene to trust him with her precious hooves. A thorough picking of all the grime from them, careful of the center frogs, before trimming and filing and then finally affixing the right-sized shoe to each hoof, taking care to file again, the iron nails that protruded through the base of the hoof. Rather like human nails, Sonia had learned when she was very young: as long as horses were shoed correctly, it was rather like getting acrylic fingernails applied to human hands. But instead of glue, they were attached with sharp pieces of metal.

"There, that will give you more comfort and traction," Sonia assured her once she'd thanked the farrier before he disappeared to see to the rest of the Royal Family's herd. "Would you be ready to put them to use? No riding, but maybe some exercises?" She picked up a longer lead for Selene's halter, intending to take her to the practice ring instead of the pasture. Only if she allowed it, of course. "Perhaps we might try some walking and trotting in the round pen. If you are to stay here, you will be assigned as a carriage horse or a riding horse. I rather thought you might prefer the latter, with me, but we must build trust together in order for you to allow me to ride upon your back. Does that suit you?"

As night faded into dawn, she had to acknowledge that she had enjoyed a surprisingly restful sleep.

Given the circumstances, it could have been much worse. This was an unfamiliar place, locked within the stables with other horses, and she felt like an outsider among them. Yet, she had been granted a stall and shown kindness by the Royal Princess, a gesture she felt she hadn’t truly earned. Nevertheless, the princess had assured her it was acceptable to stay, and she resolved to honor that decision until their next meeting, even if the princess appeared in a different attire.

In the morning, a peculiar human arrived—the Royal veterinarian. She didn’t catch their name, but she understood their purpose: to conduct a thorough examination. They were there to assess her health, checking for any injuries from her time in the countryside and ensuring nothing from her past lingered on her. She remained calm and still as the veterinarian went about their work, confident that they would report back with nothing more than the fact that she was a healthy horse in need of some care.

Another visit followed, and she recognized him—Nico, the one from the previous day. The heavy blanket that had cocooned her during the night was gone, and the princess was back, engaging in conversation and gently caressing her neck, her fingers gliding down in a soothing manner. This interaction brought a sense of calm, and her tall ears twitched back and forth, absorbing the words exchanged. Although no one seemed to know her true identity, there were intriguing individuals eager to buy her, leaving her torn between feelings of delight and dread.

Unsure whether to resist or comply, she hesitated, but it was the princess, after all. Everything the princess had said and done seemed to be in her best interest, so she decided to follow her to the hitching post. There, she was tied up, gazing down at the hay beneath her. After a refreshing drink and a hearty breakfast, she felt content, savoring the delicious apple treat the princess had provided. Listening to the princess's commands, she was impressed by how everyone else promptly obeyed without hesitation.

Suddenly, a new figure entered the scene, and everyone instantly snapped to attention, halting their activities. It quickly became clear that this was someone of great significance, even more so than the princess herself—this was the king.

As her gaze flickered toward the King, it became evident that he was reluctant to lean into the conversation with her. The princess exuded an air of authority that seemed to overshadow him, yet when he spoke, she instinctively recoiled slightly. He lacked the regal demeanor one would expect from a king in such a scenario; instead, he appeared somewhat deceived, especially given the lively interactions surrounding them. It was clear that this man wielded a certain power, yet he seemed trapped in a web of expectations. At least, this is what the humble horse saw, a father trying to ready there daughter, for the same fate.

Caught in the middle of this dynamic, she found herself oscillating between the Princess and the King, her eyes darting back and forth. She observed the King addressing the Princess, then watched as the Princess responded, revealing that they had shared a conversation the night before. 

If any other circumstance, had someone else made such a claim to the King, he might have reacted with anger, dismissing them outright or seeking immediate answers to such a foolish response. But with the Princess, he had no choice but to listen and piece together the truth for himself. Was she truly speaking from the heart, or was it merely a figment of her imagination, a trick of her mind? Did they communicate the other night.

She continued to observe the father-daughter duo as they engaged in their playful yet pointed exchanges, seemingly debating their expectations and future paths. Tilting her head to the side, she remained captivated by the scene, feeling the weight of being caught between the King and the Princess in this extraordinary moment.

She felt the weight of the situation pressing down on her, wishing to avoid being the focal point of the king's ire. With a subtle nod, she turned her attention to the princess, hoping to divert her from the brewing conflict. The princess had become her closest companion, a bond forged in the wild, and she would always stand by her side, even against the king's expectations.

When the princess finally reached out, asking her a question, she leaned forward, allowing her muzzle to brush against the princess's hand. In a gentle motion, she nodded, signaling her desire to remain by the princess's side. She had no intention of being paraded off to someone else, especially not when she felt a connection so rare and precious. If anyone sought to claim her, they would have to contend with the bond she shared with the princess.

 Just as the princess had taught her, she stomped her hoof once into the ground—an affirmation of her choice. 

The princess inquired if she wished to stay, and her response was clear: there was nowhere else she wanted to be but here, with her beloved friend.