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theboredinsomniac · 11 months

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Maybe in Wonderland • part 2

pairing: dbf!Joel Miller x reader

summary: Joel apologizes for his earlier behavior, but you don't let it go, instead you push him until he breaks and tells you the truth about his feelings.

warnings: age gap (reader in early 20s, Joel in late 40s), no outbreak

word count: 1.8k

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note: Thank you for the feedback on part 1, it meant a lot. This is pure angst. Poor Joel, but I need him to suffer. Trust me, things will get a lot better for them in the next part.

In the next few weeks you were more cautious with Scott, suddenly keeping him at an arm's length because of what Joel had told you back at the party. Instead of doing your best to impress him, you focused more on trying to get more information about his private life in hopes of him messing up and accidentally admitting he's seeing someone or just wanting to get you in bed then throw you out.

At the same time you saw much less of Joel. Even if he showed up at your house, he kept his words to you to the bare minimum, and he wasn't as relaxed around you as he used to be. It hurt a little, after all during the last few years he had been nothing more friendly and warm when it came to you.

On the day before your first day at your new job, he came over to help your dad fix a few things in the garage. Your mom asked you to take a glass of lemonade to both of them, so you picked up the tray and walked outside with it. But when you reached the garage, you only found Joel there, too busy working on something in the corner to notice you enter.

“Hey,” you said softly before biting on your lower lip.

Joel turned around and you could see he tensed up at the sight of you. “Hey,” he replied hesitantly.

“Where's my dad?”

“He went to buy a few things we'll need.”

“We didn't even hear him leave,” you noted as you put the tray on a table by the wall.

You poured a glass for Joel, happy to be facing the other way because you could feel the tension in the air between you. It was hard to look him in the eye because you could see he was just as uncomfortable as you were. Something had changed recently, and while you had been thinking about him a lot more since that evening, you weren't sure what was up with him.

Liar–a voice in the back of your mind said.

You had a feeling that he wanted something from you, something he probably shouldn't. But it just made your heart beat faster whenever he was near, mostly because a part of you wanted the same thing. You had thought about him that way before, but he was the forbidden fruit, someone you simply couldn't get.

And now… What if you could?

“Listen,” you suddenly heard his voice from right behind your back, “about what happened at your party… I'm sorry. What I did was unacceptable, I shouldn't have acted the way I did,” he told you quietly.

You turned around, hips resting against the table as you looked up at him. The grim look on his face told you that he truly regretted it, but you didn't have the heart to let him suffer despite his actions causing a turmoil in your brain.

“You didn't do anything,” you assured him, fighting the urge to touch him in an attempt to calm him.

“We both know that's not true.”

The way he said it made your heart ache. He was blaming himself for something that wasn't even such a big deal. You were an adult, and he wasn't the only man his age who acted like this around you. If he only knew how many of them tried to make a move on you in a grosser manner when you went out with your friends, maybe he wouldn't be so nervous.

You gulped, then stepped to him toe to toe, glancing up at his face with a nervous smile that you simply couldn't hide. “Joel, it was nothing, just innocent flirting at most. Unless you want it to be something more,” you added before your brain could stop you.

Joel drew in a sharp breath, breaking eye contact and looking away as you spoke. It was hard to tell if he reacted like this because you crossed a line, or because he had an ongoing battle in his mind about what you'd just told him. But you waited patiently, secretly hoping he would admit that he wanted more.

But he didn't say anything. He did turn back to you eventually, but he remained silent. “Joel, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable or anything, I just… I don't even know,” you said with a sigh.

“Maybe you should focus on guys your age. Maybe Scott wouldn't be that bad for you,” he told you softly, but you could tell he was desperate to say something else.

Shaking your head, you put your hand on his cheek and stroked his skin with your thumb. He automatically leaned into your touch, his eyes closing for a moment while he enjoyed the contact. Your breath caught in your throat as a series of possibilities rushed through your brain.

Suddenly he took your hand gently and pried it off of himself, then took a step back and awkwardly cleared his throat. “I think you should go back inside,” was all he said.

“Joel,” you almost whined when you saw him back away from you.

“No, it's not–I shouldn't even be talking to you about things like this. Just go inside. Please,” he practically begged you, his eyes looking unusually sad as he told you this.

“I'm an adult. You know that, right?” you pressed on, even though a part of you knew it was probably torture for him. “You can tell me anything, even if it's something you don't think you should discuss with me.”

Joel let out a laugh as he walked to the other side of the garage. “I've known you since you were in high school. Jesus,” he said with his hands buried in his already unruly hair.

“So what?” you asked him sincerely, hoping he would change his mind and at least tell you what was on his mind. “Just tell me what's going on in your head because I'm getting really confused here.”

“Your father would fucking murder me if I told you the truth,” he muttered under his breath without looking at you, clearly spiraling.

Shaking your head, you walked over to him and cupped his face with your hands. “Joel, hey, talk to me. Please,” you tried, hoping you could get through to him.

He froze as his eyes finally landed on you, but immediately relaxed when he realized you were truly worried about him. Hesitantly, he put his hands on top of yours, but didn't push you away. It was a small, but important step in your conversation.

Once he took a deep breath, Joel finally spoke up again. “You're wonderful, you know that? Beautiful, kind, smart, and fun. Everything a man can wish for,” he said quietly, his thumb massaging your small hand. You tilted your head to the side, waiting for him to finally lay out all his cards. “I like you, and lately I've been wishing we could be together.”

After all this time, he finally seemed relieved, like the weight of the world had just rolled off his shoulders. You smiled at him supportively, but at the same time your mind was racing. He liked you. So no, you weren't imagining things. The small part of you that liked him back was incredibly happy at this moment.

“What's stopping you?” you asked breathlessly.

His lips curled into a sad smile. “A lot of things. For one, you're young. Too young. Hell, you're younger than my daughter. Then there are your parents. They're my friends. I couldn't look them in the eye if we were dating,” he explained.

“No one has to know.”

“So you want to be my little secret?” he asked with a small laugh and you nodded in response. You meant it. You meant every word. “I can't do that, sweetheart, no matter how badly I'd love to.”

Letting out a sigh, you thought about what to say to that. But nothing came to your mind, it was completely empty at the moment, and all you could feel was the wave of happiness that washed over you.

This is why everything you did after this was automatic, with no plan whatsoever behind it. You stood on your toes and pulled down his head to meet halfway, your lips crushing into his with a desperate need.

Joel returned the kiss instinctively, his tongue invading your mouth to explore it eagerly. It was a wonderful, magical moment, but it didn't last long because he came to his senses and pulled away, putting a finger on your lips to stop you from trying again.

“This can't happen again,” he stated before he nervously licked his lips.

When you took his finger in your mouth and gently sucked on it, Joel pulled it away and gave you a scolding look. It was worth a try to distract him.

“Why can't it happen again? You want it, I want it. We're adults, no one should tell us what to do.”

But instead of agreeing with you, he just shook his head. “I wish it was that easy, but it's not. Just trust me, okay?”

Before you could say anything, you saw your dad's car pull into the driveway. Joel gave you a warning look, although he seemed pretty fallen apart himself. You were sure your dad would notice him being on the edge, and it meant he would probably try to get a proper answer out of him.

Letting out a sigh, you forced a wide smile on your lips and turned to the car, watching as your father climbed out and went to the trunk to get whatever he bought. “Just in time for a nice glass of lemonade,” you said in a cheerful voice before going back to the table to pour him a glass.

“What a warm welcome,” he said with a laugh before he took the drink from you. “Why don't you get Joel a glass too?”

“It's over there, I just didn't feel like drinking,” he informed his friend as he pointed at the table with his untouched glass.

His eyes then fell on you, and it seemed like he had a hard time keeping himself under control in your presence. You were a distraction. A problem. You knew that by now. So when he gulped and tore his gaze away, you tried your best not to start crying on the spot.

“Is everything okay?” your father asked, his eyes darting back and forth between the two of you.

Joel nodded. “Sure. We just had a little disagreement about something,” he replied, earning a questioning look from your father. “It's nothing interesting, believe me.”

That hurt, but maybe this was for the best. You didn't want your father to know about this conversation. Not when Joel was making such a big deal out of the idea of the two of you being together. Why couldn't he just let his feelings win for once? He deserved to be happy, and you knew you could have made him happy.

#joel miller x you #joel miller #joel miller x reader #the last of us hbo #the last of us #tlou #tlou hbo #pedro pascal

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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For the angst.When Yuu throw themselves in to finding a way home.No one knows how the comfort them.There all about tough love or don't know how.Kailm or Rook or Trey will possibly know how but the rest is up in air.The can all tell something is wrong (less eating, sleep deprived, shutting themselves out,) wither Yuu will keep pushing them selves to the limit or they give up.

Yuu has No Way Home

Platonic as this got dark and I do not want this to be interpreted as romanticization. Gn Yuu. Reader is called Yuu. Reader has no description. Yuu is very depressed and touches on some very dark mental issues. This became like 3k words dude

I recommend listening to the song Hansel-Sodikken before/while reading.

Being taken to another world always seemed like it would be adventurous and fun. Where you are the heroic MC that saves the day. There is a reason the isekai trope was popular anyways. A romanticized idea of found family and freedom. Adventure, starting fresh, learning new things.

At least, that's how it’s supposed to go. Most of those stories never considered the fact the heroes don't always get the recognition they deserve. The MC is a background character, and despite you being the protagonist, they fade away. Even when they save the day. Even when they starve so others can eat. Even when they fought blots with nothing but their fists to save the day. They are forgotten, with not so much as a thank you.

Even their friends, though kind, were unreliable. Even when you felt like you were losing it, they never caught on. Even when you were screaming for help or a thank you. Nothing.

The idea of being able to explore and adventure was taken away from you. No new friends. No new sights. No new start. Just trouble at every corner. To add insult to injury, the world you originally came from was awful. It was an apocalypse in the making. You weren't even sure if there would be anything to return to.

And what was sadder, is that it was better than here. You weren't from this world, and this world keeps trying to suffocate you. Food was a luxury, despite everything you do. You had nothing to call your own. You work just to earn the right to work harder until you give out. You had no ties here. It was crushingly lonely. The sadness never ends.

At least at home, you can actually relate to those around you. Even that was taken away from you. It was a fateful day that Crowley came knocking on the door, making fall over on its rusted hinges. I have some most important news! You remembered him saying. He sounded so happy, so proud of himself. Then the news hit you.

Hold it together. Don't fall apart. You are only allowed to be useful. The second you stop being useful, you will be replaced and left to starve. This cant be true. You ended up in this world, surely there should be a way out? A door goes both ways. Liar, you thought. He's a filthy fucking liar. He didn’t even try, you can't trust him when you’re here doing all his work.

This isn’t fair. You did everything you were supposed to. Where's the reward? And like that, you fell apart. You were going to die here. Alone. With no record of you existing. With no one to remember you. Locked away for damn near weeks in a room without Grim, away from ghosts. You doubt anyone would notice anyway. With how much you were used anyways. No one bothered to stop your impulsive self-injury spree that was fighting, so no one would bother to check on you. No one cared about you. No one would mourn you. You have become useless,

Kalim

It took a bit for Kalim to fully register your absence. The fun-loving teen was usually around other extroverted individuals, and most of his time went to the music club and socializing. Funnily enough, that's how he learned of your absence.

He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, he didn’t! Cater was just super loud. “I overheard Trey lecturing the freshies yesterday. Yeah so like, apparently Yuu has been missing for a few weeks and no one can find them. Yeah, I know! Crazy right? Not even Grim knows. Apparently, before they disappeared Trey said that seemed really down and no one checked on them…”

Eh? The nice Prefect is gone? The Prefect that helped him and Jamil? That Yuu? Well, that's not good. Sure they weren’t too close, but Yuu has always been kind to them. Hell, Yuu’s been good to everyone, even the ones to try to kill them. Kalim never got to properly thank them, so maybe when he finds them, they can throw a feast to celebrate!

After informing Jamil that he was going to Ramshackle, he took his carpet and flew. The decrepit dorm felt more… dark than usual. Perhaps that was just because of the broken door that hung open. “Yuu! … Yuu! Hey, are you there?” Kalim called out into the dorm, only being greeted by his echo as he stepped into the dorm, wood creaking as he walked.

Was no one home? Carpet shivered slightly, making Kalim pause to soothe it with a few pets and hushed words. “Hey, hey it's okay, this is our friend's home, remember?” Kalim’s smile lit up the room as he continues to explore. Upstairs he comes across a lot of locked rooms. “Yuu?” “Hoho! It looks like we have a guest…”

Kalim jumped at the sight of the ghost phasing through the walls. “Oh! it's just you guys!” Kalim laughed a bit, his apprehension dying down. “I'm looking for Yuu, have you seen them?” “Oooh, that poor kid…” A long, skinny ghost muttered, “They’ve locked themselves away in that room o’er there…” the ghost gestured to the end of the hallway. “They ain’t looking too good… I heard them cry themselves to sleep a few times…”

Kalim frowned at that. “They haven’t let us in there and were quite worried for our roommate yknow? We were originally gonna mess with you, but well… Good luck getting through to them…” The ghosts went to the sides of the room, allowing Kalim and his carpet through. Floorboards groan beneath his feet as he makes his way to the end. “Hello! Hellooo? Yuuu? Are you there?”

Kalim tapped on the door at the end of the hall, trying the knob a few times. “Hey! People are really worried about you! Yuu!” Kalim knocked a few more times, his cheery attitude dropping to worry. “We were gonna throw a feast for you.” Nothing. “Your friends missing you!”

Kalim sighed, wondering how he would get through to you. Suddenly, Carpet started to flatten itself, pressing itself against the ground before inching under the crack of the door. “Aw right, Carpet! I knew it was a good idea to take you!” The doorknob wiggled for a moment, before being opened by the carpet, and floating up to let Kalim in.

He didn’t know what to expect. He never had to experience this. He was hoping to see you sleeping, maybe hunched over a desk. You were instead leaning both your hands against a wall, hunched over, and breathing heavily. The walls around you were filled to the brim with notes. Open books are scattered everywhere. He swore there were dents or scratches across the walls.

Tears ran down their face as they kept murmuring under their breath. “Useless, useless. useless. useless, useless…” “… Yuu? What are you doing?” “It's all useless!” you screamed out, slamming your fist on the wall and letting out a strangled sob. Your vision blurred with tears. “I want… I want to go home! I miss my trash oceans! I miss the smog in the sky! I miss my friends!”

Kalims eyes widened as he froze. Your tears make his eyes glaze over with tears of his own. “Yuu?” “I hate it here! I hate it so much! No one stays with me, no one cares about me! I hate everyone! But it's a pain. I don't want to be alone… I want friends! It's not fair…” Your body shook as you turned around.

Kalim’s breath caught in his throat. Your eyes were bloodshot, with bags piling under them, your arms bruised from how hard you've been squeezing them. You looked dehydrated, and your face was thin. “I can be your friend!” Kalim tried to interject. “I care!” Kalim held out his arms to invite you for a hug, ugly tears building up in his own eyes. What does he do? The last time he tried to comfort someone— Jamil— he made it worse.

You just stared through him, turning away to look back at your walls of scribbled notes. There's no way home. Kalim stuttered not knowing what to say, before he slowly walked up to you, reaching out to touch you. Carpet zoomed past Kalim, making him spin around and stumble for a moment before looking over. Carpet was wrapping you in a hug, squeezing you tightly into a cloth burrito.

You froze, then embraced the rug around you, sobbing into it. Kalim approached you, placing a hand on your shoulder, before helping you sit down as he watched over you. Your lip quivered as you leaned into Kalim, allowing him to hug you. Soon your sibs came to stop, and you became quiet again.

“So… Um… Your home! Can you tell me about it? I mean you seem to miss it…” Kalim soothed, making your shaky breaths stabilize. You smiled a bit before talking of home, Kalim enraptured in every word you said. “Oh! I know what if we throw a party with food and customs from your world! It'll makes you feel better, like a piece of your home here!”

You chuckled before nodding. “That… that sounds nice…” Kalim smiles at you. “Wanna go on a carpet ride? It always makes me feel better after a bad day, especially looking back up at the stars…” Kalim helps to pull you up, the carpet unraveling from you as it stands beside you, proudly. “Come on, I know a nice place around here!”

Stepping onto Carpet with Kalim, you are taken out of the window to the sky above. And for the first time in months, a genuine smile crept to your face.

Trey

Trey noticed your drop in mood immediately. As the eldest sibling and honorary dad of the dorm, he is used to peacekeeping and reading through the lines. Trey is one of the very few students that has looked out for you, honestly. He would always nag the braincell trio about how they occasionally treated you and has probably pulled Ace’s ear after hearing about what he said to you in your first encounter.

You’ve been pretty dull the entire week, he hoped it was just exhaustion from dealing with the most recent problem on campus. Trey planned on giving you a pastry when he sees you again, and hoped to check in on you. He’s aware of all the unfair expectations and work placed on you, surely it had to be dragging you down.

One day passed. Then 2. Then 4. It’s been over a week and no one heard from you at all. Not even Grim. Ace and Deuce said you seemed fine and then just left. Trey was ready to give a lecture to his underclassmen on awareness among other things. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “I am going to go check on them myself, stay here. When you see them again I expect you all have something to say them?”

He swears he's going to put them on grocery runs. Packing up the pastry he made you, Trey made his way to Ramshackle. He just hoped you were okay. The walk made a gnawing sense of dread grow in Trey's mind, as the worst scenarios played through his head. You did seem down, I mean really down…

Quickening his pace, he made it to Ramshackle. A few knocks to the door and call of your name later, there was nothing. No response. “Yuu… Yuu!” Trey's knocks became a bit more frantic. The door was unlocked, and he made his way inside. “Yuu!” Trey placed the box he carried on the closest flat surface as he made his way up the stairs.

Has the Ramshackle dorm always been so long? He swore it looked smaller on the outside. Why were there so many rooms? One door stuck out to him the most. It was locked and looked to be blocked by furniture on the other side based on what he can see through the crack of the door. It felt ominous.

The floor creaked as he walked. “Yuu?” No response. “Yuu!” Trey attempted the doorknob. Surprisingly it was unlocked, but the door wouldn't budge in the slightest. “Yuu! Open the door!” “… Just go away, Trey.”

“Go away? We’re worried about you, you know?” “Just go away.” Trey sighed, then sucked in a breath. He could use some magic to break down the door, but it didn't seem urgent, furthermore, you may not want to talk to him if he brute-forced this.

“Yuu, please. What's wrong?” Deafening silence. “Do you want to talk about it?” Nothing. “I want to understand you.” Trey was pulling out everything he knew from being Vice-Housewarden. Problem solves, keep the peace. Trey sighed, pressing his forehead against the door.

He could hear you shuffling along with the papers being blown away by the draft in the dorm. Trey sat down next to the door. “You know, Ace is actually worried for you. Don’t worry I made sure to lecture him for the both of us.”

More silence passed. “Riddle was thinking of making you a guest for the next Unbirthday party.” “Even Leona seemed a bit surprised by your absence. He cares for you more than he’d admit.” Trey tapped his foot. “I'll stay here for as long as you need. Until you’re ready.”

A few more minutes passed before he heard the click of the door opening. He got up from where he sat, adjusting himself. “There you are. It's good to see you, Yuu. Let's go downstairs and talk, you'll feel better on a fuller stomach. Made your favorite."

Rook

Oh? Little Trickster, gone? Rook wasn’t actually too surprised. The hunter is quite perspective, after all. He knows of all the responsibilities on your shoulders, and how Crowley uses food as a leverage point for you. You were bound to break eventually.

Rook may not show it but he is worried about the little trickster he had come to enjoy. You always were quite a charming trouble magnet. You were always so bold and happy, he never realized just how much quieter it would be without you. The freshmen’s chatter was dulled, and softmores and juniors no longer had someone to but into their business.

The silence was accompanied by stagnation. Boredom. Every day felt the same now, routine clockwork. There were no more fun surprises to be had. Surely you should be back by now, what happened?

“Oui, Monsieur Hearts, Monsieur Spade.” “By the fucking seven you scared me!” Ace quipped, relaxing from his stiff pose, his cheeks puffed out in a huff. “What is it, Rook?” Deuce asked. “I noticed you have been without the Trickster for some time now.” “Oh… That…” Ace went quiet and sighed, both freshmen looking away awkwardly.

“Look the thing is…” “We don't know” Deuce cut off the ginger.

“Deuce!”

“We don’t! They just locked themselves away with no explanation!”

“Well, you can't just say that,, it looks bad!”

The two bickered for a bit before Rook cut. “Ah, so the Trickster has been locked away in their room, yes?” Like a storybook, Rook thought. “Then I shall go and see if I can save them.” The duo stared at Rook in disbelief. “You will?!” “Oui, Monsieur Candy Apple has also been down about their absence.” “Ah but, last time we all went, they didn't budge…” Ace hummed in agreement.

“Then, allow me to scout it out for you both. I will go alone so as to not overwhelm them.” The duo agreed, asking for Rook to tell them anything he finds and if you were okay. Rook is a talented tracker and hunter, if he can’t find out what was wrong, then no one could.

An easy sweep of Ramshackle and a few inquiries to a trio of ghosts later, Rook went upstairs to the farthest locked up room. A few wraps of his knuckles on the door were enough to get you to stir. “Trickster, are you in there?” You were, he knew you were, but for now, it’s best to try a gentle, yet direct approach.

“Oh… hey Rook… Please leave me alone…” You croaked, going back to rip another page out of your notebook. “But Trickster, your freshmen friends are worried about you being locked away like this. Please, come out.” Rook's voice was gentle, soothing, it had to be. There was no response.

“Trickster,” Rooks tone took a serious turn. “I know you feel like no one sees your struggles, believe me, I do, however, I can attest to that. Everyone is worried, even if they don’t show it. The school has gone dim since you left. Everyone can feel it.” You started to tear up.

“And I also suspect you feel quite homesick, yes?” “Yeah, it’s a lot of things actually. All these stupid errands and just…” your voice cracked, “so much stuff.” Rook frowned at that, such a sad sound. “Then let's unpack it, together. Open the door, please?”

The lock clicked and the door opened to reveal you. You looked tired and malnourished, with dark circles and tear lines on your face. Ink was all over your hands and legs, and you twitched a bit with a blank stare. The room was a mess of paper and books. More tears ran down your face and you were ready to just curl up and die again, until you felt a comforting weight on your head.

"Here take this. There is no reason to be ashamed of crying.” You felt your head to recognize he put his hat on you. “Let it all out, I will be here when you are done.”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #angst #gender neutral #trey clover #trey clover x reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x reader

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penofpenguin · 2 years

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Hello. I am in mourning and I am humbly requesting comfort/fluff from the twins and Lilia. I’m not sure how to really do this since I’ve never requested anyone like at all so uh…surprise me. Feel free to delete this because I know this is absolute trash lmaooooo I am so tired help

Hello dear anon. I'm terribly sorry for your loss. I really hope this makes you feel better. Please take rest and care. And I'm honoured to be the writer of your first request. I hope you like this one and please take care.

Content Warnings: Floyd being cheesy, none.

Comforting their sad s/o

Jade x GN!Reader, Floyd x GN!Reader, Lilia x GN!Reader

He reads expressions really well.

He can tell when you're sad and when you're not no matter how well you hide it.

Finds a time where you're alone and goes up to you.

"My dearest, is something bothering you?" He holds your hand while saying so.

"No!! I'm fine!" You immediately rip away from his touch.

"You're quite the liar aren't you."

A moment of silence passed by. Jade sat down and held both your hands.

"What's wrong. I ask you again."

When he's verbally cornering you like this, you just break.

He gets up, looks around and hugs you.

He means it. He hugs you for real.

While you're ranting about your problems between sobs on his chest/shoulder he keeps patting your head and giving kisses to your crown.

He's happy you're letting it all out. You'll surely feel better.

Jade bends down to give you a kiss on your nose as he wipes away your tears.

"Y/N-san. Please breathe a bit. Alright that's good."

If you feel tired, he'll offer to walk you to your room.

If you're not that tired and just need someone to talk to, he'll invite you to his Mostro Lounge shift.

Either way he's not resting until your satisfied <3

Next day you'll find a wild flower on your doorstep with a heart and a mushroom on it.

Like his brother, he can also detect your feelings.

He hugs you from behind.

"Shrimpyyy!!"

You seem a bit dull. You're sad. Now he's sad too. And Floyd doesn't like being sad >:(

"Why the long face?"

"What do you mean? I'm not sulking."

"Yes you are! Here's how I can tell! Watch."

He lifts you and kisses your wet cheek.

"Your cheek is wet. Which means you cried! What's wrong shrimpy!!? Did someone hurt you??"

"W-well..."

You cling onto him and start sobbing.

He's confused but he squeezes you back.

Now...when you start slowly talking about your problems, he gets bored ngl. He isn't the best at serious comfort and he definitely doesn't listen.

But all he wants is for his shrimpy to smile with him. He doesn't care about anything. As long as you're smiling, he's happy.

Pulls jokes and tries to make you laugh when you've calmed down.

Once you've cracked the smallest smile he feels like he's won a gold medal. He smashes onto your lips.

You laugh a bit at his antics. He feels so accomplished though.

"Much better."

Also he's cuddling with you tonight he's in your room before you get there-

Definitely the most understanding of the three. He's old so he has experience taking care of sad people.

When Silver or Malleus weren't feeling the best, Lilia would jump in to make them happy again.

He checks on you on the doorstep of your dorm.

He heard you cry a mile away while he was passing by.

"Darling are you alright?" He asks, inviting himself into your dorm.

"Yeah! Why'd you assume I'm not?"

This man is super powerful...obviously he'll see through the mask.

"Well, I heard you cry so..." He holds your waist.

"Tell me."

As soon as you feel the watery eyes, Lilia leads you to the nearest sofa and lets you bawl your eyes out on his lap.

"There there my love. Its alright."

He listens and even gives advice. Offers to cook something but you beg him not to.

You were soon asleep on your boyfriend's lap, probably because of the soothing feeling of fingers running through your hair.

Sebek busted in at that time holding Grim.

"HUMAN YOUR CAT JUST-" He shut up once he saw you asleep and Lilia shushing him.

The next day you felt much more relaxed. He even left you a note with a rose.

Hope you enjoyed!!

Once again dear anon, please take care and make sure to stay hydrated 💖💖💖

-Madeline🐧

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Hi🌻💜

22. “This isn’t goodbye.”

#22- "This isn't goodbye."

"Liar. You know it is."

There was nothing Shisui, for all his witticisms, could say to that.

They sat in silence for a while longer, looking down at the bustling streets below as their feet swung through the open air. If it had really been Ino's choice to be here, she'd have picked somewhere else. The communal Yamanaka gardens, probably. As it was, whatever Pein had done didn't quite align.

Eventually, Ino couldn't stomach the silence any longer. The shock had worn off, the rage and screaming, her fists beating against a chest warmed with the mimicry of life. The demand for answers, the frantic grapple for chakra she couldn't access and techniques she couldn't use to rip this illusion apart. The anger. The denial.

"It's not real," Shisui had said, soft as though that could have made it any less painful. Any less true. "But it's not fake either... not really."

A non-answer. Maybe, knowing her father and herself as well as Shisui's own skills, Ino shouldn't have expected anything less.

"A goodbye would mean we'd never see each other again," was the counter Shisui finally came up with.

Ino planted her hands on the pylon either side of her thighs and rolled her head sideways to look at her brother.

Her dead brother.

"You're telling me this is the afterlife."

Shisui pressed his lips together at that, abashed as much as amused, and his dimples carved shadows into his cheeks. He was both exactly the same and so different from how Ino had remembered him; photographs hadn't done the animation of his expression any justice, had made him look smaller when he was more of a size with her father, to say nothing of his voice and laugh. It was heartbreaking - or, if would've been, if Ino had allowed herself to linger on the thought - to realise that her memory had been so stunted. That she'd already forgotten so much.

Half her life had revolved around this boy.

Ino shook her head before he could respond, grim and stubborn in her conclusions. "It's not. If you weren't a figment of genjutsu or my own brain, then you'd tell me the truth. I don't have the answers, though, so neither do you."

Agony glinted in Shisui's dark eyes. Despite the blinding brightness of the noonday sun overhead, he wasn't even squinting.

"Ino-chan..."

Ino couldn't bear to look at him any longer but the idea of wasting these precious moments not drinking him in... Instead, a pitiful compromise with herself, she tangled their hands together and had to blink back tears at the illusionary warmth and strength in his grasp.

"If you were really my brother, you'd tell me why you died. You'd tell me the truth."

A hitched breath beside her. Another first.

Shisui had never cried in front of her, before. He'd been like that, sadness in glimmers that he was careful to shield her from. Wondering how much he'd concealed had only made the grief and guilt worse in the long term.

"But you can't."

Her voice was barely coherent now, thick with the tears that didn't fall but blurred her view of Konoha into a smear of sky and colourful checkers.

"You're not him. I won't see him again, you're here because I wanted to see you but that doesn't make it true... So, you're right. It's not goodbye. You were never here in the first place."

Her fingers were going numb from the vice grip Shisui had on her hand, clutching it between both of his and then bringing her knuckles to his forehead when she swung her hair as a curtain between them. Tears dampened her skin.

"I don't care if you don't believe me. This isn't your time, Ino, and I don't want to see you again for many years because you've got a whole life ahead. I'll see you after. But-" and, now, Shisui's voice was almost too thick to follow "-I want you to know that I never wanted to leave you. I'm so sorry, imouto, but I'm so proud of you. And, even if you don't believe me, I hope you don't doubt that. I hope you tell Sensei and your mom that I love them, that I'm watching, that I'll see them one day too."

Ino could barely breathe, it felt like she was choking on too much and too little, and then Shisui's arms were sliding around her shoulders and they were crying together, tangled. And they weren't outside any more, no longer suspended like guardians above the home that Shisui had adored, but perched on the counter of her mother's flower shop.

And, suddenly, it was all too much.

This was an unfamiliar hug, she'd been a child when her brother had died and now she was almost the same height, now she could grip him back and feel the shudder of his spine as he mourned everything beyond his reach. And it was the cruelest, most beautiful thing, to glimpse a perfect what-if and know, in your soul, that you'd never see it again.

Suddenly, Ino realised that she didn't care she was a Yamanaka, that she was training to be an Interrogator, that she was a Shinobi and supposed to look underneath the underneath, that she was never supposed to concede and blindly believe.

"You're here," Ino wailed, and it was something between heartbreak and utter relief. "Nii-san, you're here."

"It's not goodbye, Ino," Shisui agreed, even as everything started to fading, like mist slipping through Ino's arms and she couldn't hold him tight enough.

"Shisui-nii-"

"I never left you to begin with."

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Okay here’s my scenario: Terry watches beloved’s home from afar for the seventh night in a row. He doesn’t see pregnant beloved, or the creature. “Terry…” a gentle voice whispers. Terry spins around, and beloved stands before him, beautiful as ever, stomach round. “Terry I was sick of you controlling me, and (creature’s name) loves me. I’ve always felt like you haven’t.. but I guess I’m glad you’re here. “This baby… my husband thinks I’m seven months, but I’m eight and a half..”caught on?🤰🐍😉

Terry's eyes fall on the outline of a rounded belly and it clicks.

-"Mine?"- He says, a mere whisper, stepping forward, mouth agape, hand reaching out, seaborne air tickling his fingers, he supposes his intuition's been telling him something. His instincts. He felt no hatred towards the rounded stomach since day one. Felt no sense of intrusion or the need for carnage. Instead, there was an odd familiarity in it, staring into the windows of someone else's life off of this cliff, in ambush, day after day, parked on the precipice, his leather jacket on him, binoculars in hand. Terry figured he'd be entirely willing to accept something that came out of you even if it wasn't his. He'd make it his. What greater triumph was there, than to usurp something so wholly? But, this? This victory was total and genuine. -"Of course."- Terry practically purrs once his hand finally touches the swollen curve --- of course nobody else had the capacity of attaching themselves so deeply inside of what belonged to him. He staked his claim. What belonged to him belonged to him. Now and always. -"I live inside of you. In your blood. Your marrow. Perfect."- Terry's eyes meet the ones staring back at him in the darkness, illuminated only the halogen lights of the street below, tucked away, beneath the shadow of the decorative palm-ridden sidewalk. An image inside Terry's mind flashes red. He was, perhaps, many things, but he wasn't the type to let his child be raised without him, or worse yet, by someone else. A great many things were in Terry's character, sure, but neglect and the lack of devotion weren't one of them. He was self-aware enough. I'm your liar, your cheater, your master, your dog, but I won't turn my back on you, he ponders. -"I'll take care of him."-

Murder. He could murder the creature. Set him up. Hurt him.

-"No!"- Your voice interjects, packing, as you grab his fingers on your stomach with your own. No? Yes. It was so easy, though. He could get Johnny to help him. They had ways, if they wanted to, to make a crime look entirely accidental. They learned how to do that. A bloodless killing, and all it took was a couple of pressure points. -"You said he loves you. That's acceptable. I'd be pretty pissed if he didn't."- Now, Terry was being entirely grim, stepping even closer, until he can practically smell your breath and yes, someone loving you is something he could live with, because how could they not, yet you never admitted to it being mutual and he catches that. His heart sings. He lowers his head, scrutinizing your gaze. -"But, do you love him?"- He asks and you blink. A shadow caught in your eye flickers. Your irises move, looking down. Looking back up. Uncertainty. Hesitation. Pondering. A Scarface quote comes to mind. The eyes, they never lie. You didn't love the guy, did you? If you did, you wouldn't be out here tonight. There's a mutual silence between you and Terry trows his head back, laughing. That's all the confirmation he wanted, not that he needed any, he just desired to point it out to you, through your own reaction and how you wouldn't even bother lying to him, even though he was a hard man to lie to. -"So, you expect me to let Randy Palmsprings over here to raise my kid instead of me, you expect me to let him have what's mine and you expect me to be okay with that, huh?"- Terry physically holds back his cackle, pointing towards the white limestone, gaudy Noveau Riche McMansion that just screamed upstart. Dude at least had the basic fucking decency of being vaguely upwardly mobile. Obviously, he couldn't afford Beverly Hills. Clearly.

Terry was in the same city.

Not even several postal codes and blocks away.

And you thought he'd give a piece of himself up like that? Bullshit!

He'd come after you if you were on the other side of the planet.

Nothing was too extreme. Didn't you realize that by now?

-"That's not who Terry Silver is."-

He coos as he leans to place a kiss to the side of your mouth, sliding out of his leather jacket to place it over your shoulders as you were standing there, arms crossed over your chest, giving him a distant, haunted look against the backdrop of the ocean. Beautiful. He didn't have to murder the creature. Maybe just get him out of the way in a temporary fashion. He didn't want to stress out the mother of his child, after all. He just needed to reclaim you. Reclaim you he would. Now. Right now. Stuffing you into the front seat of his car and convincing you stay was child's play. Getting his lawyers to dissolve this shame marriage would be like taking a lollipop from a baby. All the Creature would receive from his attorneys was a piece of paper to sign --- which he would --- and that would be it, you, of course, would be with him meanwhile, where you belonged. Terry drives off into the night, smiling. He was going to be a father.

#unsurprisingly...tw; kidnapping #terry silver #kk3 #cobra kai #yandere #tw; stalking #terry silver x reader #terry silver x beloved #fluff #angst #humor #terry silver as a parent #80's terry silver #tw; control freak tendencies

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Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Finale Chapter Finale (6/10)

[I Know Professor - Jun Senoue]

Sister Iris : [voice heard] Shinra-Kun...Akiramenaide.

Inca Kasugatani : [voice heard] Ganbare...Shinra-Kun.

Amaterasu : [voice heard] Shinra-Kun...Onegai... Watashitachi no yakusoku o kesshite yaburanaide kudasai.

Shinra (as Devil Chaos Zero) : I know, guys. Ever since the Time Eater destroyed us all, I couldn't save everyone, not including Inca that was by executed his own hand. I may have lost everything, but I will not give up! It's time that Shinra Kusakabe will enter the final stage and I shall be the hero once more! Real World AU, get ready...Because your hero as returned as Devil Chaos...now in adult form! I've waited this along time ago! Now it needs something what it needs to be done! Follow me if they wanted truth to win!

"Meanwhile..."

Seto : So, kid. You set up the entire school, you were working for Dracula's servant Death after all those years. So why did you do it?

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Tch! Like you wish. I had to do it, his stupid man-made son had to make me Shinigami as whole, I was never the great old one of order! The real Great Olds ones are the lovecraftian Horror, you're all just too jealous that I have been stealing title. Me, Mana, and Yohei, have staged the whole Soul Eater crap just make Atsushi Ohkubo too greedy that manga/anime fans weren't very interested that couldn't buy or sell his work with his money. You're just begging it for it.

Disc-Chan : Enough talk, young man! Why are you doing this to Witchkind to bring benefits to mankind. Dracula's Servant Death order to protect the Kusakabe Legacy. And then you were the under influence of Shinra Kusakabe. Isn't that right, Mr. God of Death!

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Okay, you win! I was the one who created a banned research that was only used for alchemy, the mabuki were actually a newly developed form of the Dry Bones that I used to created, the truth is that I'm actually a human form of Yokai called the Kyokotsu, Maka already knew that the iconic sythe-wielidng idiot called Soul Evans was made from the bones of the original Evans, the one they call him Inky Evans, who used to a sidekick to Inky Albarn to defend the dark forces of True Evil. However, on strange occurences he died during the raid of Toon world aka 1930s Real World. Please, I'm just kid that is the former hero of a forgotten story in the Ohkuboverse! All I can do use bones for alchemy and stuff, I didn't that I was responsible for creating the weapons and it's probably all of the author's fault! I have been a dirty liar the entire time!

Seto : Oh, you poor thing. I know why you feel upset, because the Shinigami that you used to, that was my title that you stole from me and others!

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Yes, that's right! I did and I...Wha-? No! I didn't steal your title, Ichigo did and I gave it back to you! Don't you get it right, Deathless!?

Seto : But Master Grim told us that the Great Old ones of the Ohkuboverse are...

Shotaro the Dokeshi : A bunch of three uman beings from a forgotten story made by the same author as Soul World and I'm no ruler of the Cosmos. My name is Shotaro of B.Ichi, the second hero of the Ohkuboverse. And I'm just a kid from Toykyo, the Ohkuboverse counterfeit of Tokyo, that was destroyed before fifty-percent of the Ohkuboverse was destroyed in half by the Time Eater.

Seto : Say what?

Solva : You're from Real World Tokyo and how did you brought the Mabukis and so-called Deathscythes to life, that means you're the Demon Weapons' true creator! It wasn't the witch's magic at all, It was alchemy! How did that happened!? How did use Bones to bring the Demon Weapons brought to life and the Death Scythes as well!?

Shotaro the Dokeshi : You wanna know why what really happened? It was about over a year ago, a year before the Space Colony Ark Incident.

"Ever since Ohkubo's first day as an author, I, Shotaro the Dokeshi, was the first protagonist to be as the Second hero of the Ohkuboverse before everything resulted in 50 percent of the Ohkuboverse being destroyed half. Everything was not so smooth about it and it was fine in Real World AU."

"Everything was perfect for me being the human version of a Kyokotsu aka Mr. Crazy Bones, the skeleton spirit of the bones. Ohkubo was such a weird guy that he brings the stories into weirdness. But for me, Witchkind made my life a living hell after Inca Kasugatani's execution was spreaded over throughout the universe."

"Humans, Witches, bring war, segregation, and hatred that would change Real World AU forever. Even worse for my life, It was Shinra's man-made son, Death, that branded himself as a thief to witchkind, and nearly made Ashley's go on the verge extinction for religious refugees and political power. But it's not the witches he wanted them to be extinction, it was the creatures of the everlasting darkness Heartless. That I had an idea of creating weapon that make Witchkind to cease to exist from Inca Kasugatani, this research for the Mabuki's creation was actually only for the methods of Alchemy. And it would be the ultimate taboo for those that committed a sin, but eventually, the Men of Shinra's Influence had to become stubborn and so does to the heartless that wanted to use these weapons for destruction and consumption. Weapons were not brought into defending humanity nor they have the rights to bring salvation humankind. They wanted nothing but doom and Gloom for all witches to be destroyed by the greedy eye of Shinra Kusakabe."

Shotaro the Dokeshi : And that was his only fault that Heartless have became their target to destroy the influence of Shinra Kusakabe.

Solva : So that's why the DWMA was created to bring religious refugees and political power, that's why the witches were being involved as enemies because of the Heartless were trying to take over the world.

Seto : It was not their magic that wrecked the clean, it was Darkness all over it and Maka or her so-called friends would've listened to Truth instead. Why did you go and cover up for Shinra Kusakabe.

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Just as before you know it, he took every bones that I had to use the ingredients for the demon weapons that I gave to life, I had a help with Yohei who goes by the name Eibon, and that spectral woman named Amaterasu, the spectral who used to be part of Shinra Kusakabe. After creating the demon weapons, we took a very, very, dark turn for us. Truth came and accuses us for committing ultimate taboo, realizing that the method to create the Demon Weapons that we used Alchemy for our kind. Messed up, and lead to the death of my friend Emine, who turns out to be a puppet to Demon Vibe after his creation, the Evangelist, was destroyed by Shinra Kusakabe.

Seto : Emine? That human version of a mythological creature? He's a puppet to Demon Vibe.

Disc-Chan : So that's why Soul Eater Existed in the real world. All of that was just a cover up for Shinra Kusakabe's influence to be spreaded across the planet, which triggered the Heartless' Attention! That's why you created the Demon Weapons. You were punished by truth for using alchemy in order to give the Demon Weapons life and this why that...

Shotaro the Dokeshi : I couldn't take it no more. I had to go like this, I had to do it for the sake of Shinra Kusakabe's influence, his will used me as a Puppet and as well for Emine! The Ohkuboverse is all a lie! A false universe made of deception, our author...

[Noble Sacrifice (Full of Tears - Into the Abyss) - Kenji Yamamoto]

Shotaro the Dokeshi : ...Our Author played us all for fools! The stories that he has written for us, we're all just bunch of nonsense and there was no madness that brought, it was Hercules that he got it from Lyssa, the goddess of Greek Mythology. He only made that up so that he can make a lot of money, for me? I'm just a kid who had nothing to befriend with and I lost my humanity because of that monstrosity Shinra created, this was all my fault that I got Ashley's people involved as enemies to the human race, Go on, do it. Turn me in, turn me into the police! I don't deserve that title as Shinigami!

Seto : Is this what you wanted? You wanted the title Shinigami returning to me.

Shotaro the Dokeshi : You earned it. I don't need that title anymore. It's yours...for now.

Seto : Heh! I owe you one.

*Radio Buzzing*

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Seto. You there?

Seto : Master Grim, thank goodness you're alright! I was worried back there. I found the person who took the title Shinigami from me and I finally reclaimed it. Looks like Shinigami from Soul World has been officially kicked off from the Shinigami Council, looks I'm finally becoming part of the council.

Grim (Metal Sonic) : Excellent choice, Seto. You finally got your own title back and the charlatan is now washed up. Serves him right for keeping the truth out of the public eye. Hurry, Seto! We don't have much time left we gotta get to Crona Lawrence, before the world is doomed! We got a planet to be saved!

Seto : Right. Everyone, let's go! Master Grim needs us. Our world is in danger of that occurrence and it's time that I will use the power of Death once more, this time the Shinigami of Japan that is me, will save the day!

All : (cheering)

Shotaro the Dokeshi : Hey, guys! Can I go with you, too?

Seto : No, you must stay and think about the consequences of what you've done. You'll be happy when Shinra Kusakabe returns as a human in two years. (Everyone except for Shotaro leaves)

Shotaro the Dokeshi : W-Wait! I'm begging you guys! Don't tell anyone that I told you before, they'll kill me!

"The world is about have it's end and I'm not going to let that happen."

"I'll prove anything that I can show the world what a Death God can be"

"Japan is where I belong and I will not let anyone destroy the planet by their wicked ways."

"The face of true evil must die!"

~ 111th Scene : Deathless Forever ~

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In which (Y/n) and Trey switch bodies, forcing them to both act like one another to keep the accident a secret.

(Y/n) is doing really well — that is until it's time for her to attend another meeting of the science club, of which Rook Hunt, her crush, is a member.

Request by anon.

"Being you really isn't easy, (Y/n)."

Trey pushed some strands of (H/c) hair out of his face, exhaustion from the many classes earlier written all over his face. You let out a little giggle due to how amusing you found his suffering, along with the appreciation that came with having to live in your body for at least a day.

"I know..." you said while patting his shoulder like the nice upperclassman you were now. Pushing up your glasses, you flashed him a slightly joyous smile. "Being you isn't easy, either; but I've managed just fine so far! And having some time off from the other three is just... vacation, really."

Trey hummed and shot you a weak smile. "You know, I have the utmost respect for you for handling the Adeuce duo and Grim all day long," he muttered while biting back all the complains that boiled up deep down his throat. Trey sighed and flattened the wrinkles in his blouse. "I had to spend four hours only so far with them, but how in hell do you endure them for days on no end?"

You grinned smugly. "It's a talent."

"Then you're seriously talented, (Y/n)," Trey merely retorted with an equally amused smile on his lips.

"No no," you shot back, waving your hands around, "you're the talented one!"

Trey shook his head, frowning. "No you—!"

"No you!" you yelled back with your glasses fogging up in an intimidating way.

Trey opened his mouth but was promptly cut off when a new person joined the conversation. "Chevalier of Rose, there you are!" thee newcomer chimed as you jumped slightly since you had heard no footsteps whatsoever approaching you two. Nonetheless, you furrowed your eyebrow in wonder whom that nickname could belong to, so much that you totally forget about the fact that the blond approaching you was your crush.

"Hm?" You looked at Trey with confused golden eyes. "Who's 'Chevalier of Rose'?"

Trey clicked his tongue playfully. "That's you, Trey." He made sure to especially enunciate the way he addressed you to get make sure you wouldn't slip out of your role as him; after all, you weren't alone anymore.

You only realised that too late when you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. Gasping, you turned around and jumped when you found the Pomefiore vice dorm leader standing right behind you, a little bit too close for comfort. "Rook!" you cried out while holding onto your heart for dear life. "O-Oh, you startled me..."

Much to your luck, Rook's attention drifted from you to Trey, who was still stuck in your body. The blond immediately strode over to Trey and gently took his hand into his. "Well hello, you seem to be enjoying fine company, Chevalier of Rose~" Rook muttered playfully as he shot you a little wink before turning to Trey again. Pressing a kiss to his knuckles, Rook grinned at Trey. "I'm Rook Hunt, Mademoiselle. You look absolutely stunning today."

Trey let out a series of giggles that sounded strangely similar to yours — you had to admit that he was an amazing actor and liar. "Thanks, Rook," Trey replied and even did a little curtsy that made Rook laugh to himself.

You nodded along, a little bit envious of how smooth of a talker Trey was. Fumbling with your sleeves, you cried out, "Y-Yes thanks, Rook!"

Trey found utter amusement in your struggles and anxiety, but he felt pity for you; moreover, he felt a little bit uncomfortable with how intensely Rook was gazing at him, that loving glint in his green eyes so bright. So, gently nudging the hunter's shoulder, which evoked a little chuckle from his lips, Trey chimed, "You two should be off now." Trey had considerably less strength in your body, but he still could at least nudge Rook into your direction. "Oh and Rook, did you already hand in your report to Professor Crewel?"

"Oui!" Rook nodded excitedly as he arrived by your side again. Yet, he quickly froze upon becoming suspicious of Trey's vast knowledge on the science club since technically, you — whose body the boy was stuck in — shouldn't be so informed about the topic. Narrowing his eyes at Trey, Rook asked, "Wait— how come you know about my wild antics in the lab, Mademoiselle?"

You were sweating waterfalls at the prospect of Rook finding about this little accident, but Trey waved off Rook's suspicions with an elegant flick of his wrist. "Trey told me about his fun tales at the science club," he explained smoothly, much to your surprise. Your respect for his acting skills really were through the roof now. "Apparently, you have a hang to being a crazy scientist, Rook."

Rook hummed, not completely convinced by Trey's explanation, but still decided to not pry any further — which was quite unusual for the usually so curious hunter. Yet, some of that suspicion still lingered in the blond's eyes as his green eyes darted back and forth from Trey to you. Rubbing his chin, Rook remarked, "You two seem quite close." He paused, looking at your face for a reaction, which you desperately tried not to give him. "It's been quite recent that you spent so much time together, no?"

You let out a nervous chuckle before quickly grabbing Rook's hand and pulling him off to the classroom that the science club meetings took place in. "We should be off now!" Rook seemed quite taken aback by your brash gesture, but didn't protest and only quietly observed. You briefly turned around to shoot Trey one last wave. "Goodbye, Trey— I mean, (Y/n)!"

Meanwhile, Trey smoothly replied, "Have fun with Rook, Trey~!"

•••

"Could you hand me the mandrake root, Chevalier of Rose?"

Every since you the meeting for the science club had started, you had been a fumbling mess in the presence of Rook. Especially now that you were alone — Professor Crewel had excused himself with your assurance that you would keep an eye on Rook — did your heart leap saltos whenever Rook requested something of you, no matter how trivial it was.

You were snapped out of your trance when his bright green eyes met yours, amused upon catching you staring at him. "U-Uh—" you stuttered out, quickly having averted your eyes to the table. A gloved hand being waved around in front of your eyes almost made you fall backwards due to surprise.

"Oh? Have I caught you staring at me?" Rook cooed as he stepped closer to you, his shoulder bumping against yours quite intentionally. You were a speechless mess by then. "Is my beauty simply that distracting?"

Sighing, you nodded. "Very much so..."

"Aren't you a nice one?" Rook teasingly booped your nose, very much amused by your reaction. He brought his face closer to yours, your protective glasses almost bumping against one another. With bated breath, you stood frozen as you waited to see what next move he would do. So, disappointment and relief simultaneously flooded your veins when you realised he was just reaching for the vial on your right. "You're quite adorable, too."

"Uhm..." Your eyes found the vial that he needed, and you picked it up with shaking fingers to hand it over to him. "Here's the ingredient you wanted."

His eyes lit up, and he took the vial from your hands, your fingers brushing against one another oh so briefly. "Oh, merci."

You watched him go back to work again, witnessing as he carefully or not so carefully tipped shimmering substances into the cauldron and threw up ingredients into the swirling liquid. You were pretty much swooning with how adorable he seemed when focused on something — the tip of his tongue poked out from behind his lips, and he subconsciously hummed the tune of a familiar song. Sighing dreamily, you eventually just blurted out, "You seem really skilled, Rook..."

His gaze immediately snapped up to meet yours, and you would have almost fallen back due to how intense his eyes were. Shifting his whole attention to you, he ignored the way his hand continued to pour the liquid inside the vial into the kettle. You eyed the vial in worry, but were far too distracted by him chuckling to say anything. "Well, I am!" Rook exclaimed proudly as his other hand landed on his chest. "Sadly, the professor doesn't let me do as I want... what does he always say? Oh yeah: 'You'd blow down the whole school if it weren't for me forcing you to hand in a report of what you're doing beforehand.'"

"Oh?" You blinked and furrowed your eyebrows in disbelief. "It can't be that bad..."

Rook shot you one last wink before returning to his work at hand. "Well, we don't need to talk about that now!" Finally, he threw the emptied vial aside and grabbed the chopping board which you had used for dicing the roots he had given you to cut up earlier. He casually grabbed the knife still sitting on the wooden board and threw it across the room, the tip of it lodging itself into the wall. You gulped, relieved when he simply sprinkled the diced roots into the kettle. "Aren't you curious about what I'm cooking up?"

"Yes, tell me!" Your words had come out so quickly that you seemed desperate to know, which Rook luckily didn't decide to comment on any further.

Rook took a deep breath before proudly announcing, "It's a love potion!"

"Really?!" Your eyes sparkling in utter curiosity, and your heart was hammering away in your chest. Rook nodded, amused by your sudden interest in his handiwork. He beckoned you to come closer and take a look at the bright pink substance steaming away in the kettle. Losing yourself in the abyss of pink, you breathed out, "For whom?"

"For that little mademoiselle you talked to earlier. Ah, (Y/n)... ma cherie..." Rook said rather ominously while clasping his hands together happily. Suddenly, you choked on simple air and almost fell into the kettle yourself, and you would have if it hadn't been for Rook pulling you away and out of danger's way. Your face flushed and red, you gaped at him with bated breath. Rook let out a series of chuckles, his eyes distant and longing. "I've had my eyes on her for a long while now. Isn't she adorable?"

"Y-Yes—" you managed to choke out, barely able to control your excitement. "Very much so!"

Rook eyed you in amusement, although he did find it very assuring that you seemed to share his eagerness. Playfully punching your shoulder, he cooed, "Your voice just got an octave higher, Chevalier of Rose." You opened your mouth to counter with a snarky remark, but the kettle bubbling over and jumping around comically beat you to it. Rook gasped and immediately stormed back to the kettle's side, pulling you along. "Oh— the kettle is boiling over!"

"What's that smoke?!" you cried out when pinkish smoke enveloped the whole room, your lungs contracting uncomfortably upon inhaling the mysterious gas. Your hand desperately tried to cover your nose, but Rook prevented you from doing that by grabbing both of your hands and pulling you closer to him.

You peered up to find a large grin on his lips. He seemed unafraid of the accident as he announced, "You'll see~!"

A strange impulse travelled through your body, and it wasn't because of how Rook's arms circled your torso — no, your appearance was changing. You felt your arms growing thinner and your legs shrinking in size. Panic overtook you since you still couldn't see anything, but Rook always kept you close to him.

Once the smoke finally cleared after a few minutes, you looked at your hands to find them to have shrunken in size and your nails to be painted a (F/c) colour again. "Huh?!" you cried out as realisation dawned upon you. "I'm— I'm back in my own body!"

Rook seemed just as delighted as you were. Softly smiling down at you, he drawled, "Ah, I knew it was you, ma cherie." His hand slid under your chin to tilt your eyes so that they met his; he relished in the way you gazed up at him with such surprise and happiness. "How adorable of you trying to fool me into thinking you were the Chevalier of Rose."

Your gratitude for Rook returning you to your own body outweighed your shyness in his presence, resulting in you just going all out with showing your appreciation for his work. "Thank you, Rook! Thank you!" you exclaimed happily as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him down to you, so that you could pepper his face with fleeting kisses. "You're a miracle-worker!"

Rook had a giant grin on his lips as he just silently enjoyed being showered in affection. "Oh no, I truly am not," he said humbly, but the grin on his lips spoke otherwise — especially when your lips finally captures his in a sweet kiss. Once you pulled away again to shoot him a sheepish smile, his eyes turned half-lidded. "But well, I guess I don't need that love potion anymore, do I?"

Embarrassed, you shook your head. "You surely don't."

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