It all started when I wanted to ship Derek with Lottie. But since Derek been repeating the same grade for a long time so it'll be weird to ship almost adult character with a teenager.
And her character is suppose to be some perfect female character. She must had no flaw like repeating grade. :D
So I make her died.
Now she can keep appearing around him in a present time without repeating grade just like him.
she's younger than him only one year or less than one year but almost the same age.
Her death was quite tragic. Like, she never deserves all of this. I couldn't bring it all up at once because it'll get too dark. But after her death, Many people gossiped and blamed her for dressing inappropriately.
I wanna add this. In my au, Derek used to be afraid of ghost. But after her death, He was grateful that ghosts actually existed.
His shoulderels is so ahh
She love her bf more than her life, let's just say, that she always scared of death, but after her death, when she realized she could be around him. She didn't care that much.
Funfact : Lottie once wanted to be a goth, but instead she turn into a ghost.
They just moved in from across town so their Dad could live a little closer to the company he works for. Raphael is pretty shy and doesn’t really talk a lot to anyone but they’re overall polite! Minding their own business and focusing on studies or doodling and writing in the journal they always have on them.
Despite Raphael’s respectable work ethic in class though, they have been warned about their unexplained absences from their various other classes starting to pile up.
Their father Ron is certain these sudden issues with truancy started ever since they started going out with that punk kid Derek DaChoco. He’s a bad influence on his kid! Even if he is the company CEO’s son.
(It's springtime, guys, which means it's FINALLY time to officially bring the Mary van Nia DLC to a proper close after a year's wait)
WARNING: THIS DAY CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH SUCH TOPICS.
The dance is on its tail end and almost everyone has gone home. But despite that, I find myself not wanting to leave.
Heck, I think I would've stayed there forever, gently rocking back and forth in the middle of the dance floor in Derek's arms. It just felt too good to be true.
Yeah, we probably looked like weirdos lingering on the dance floor the way we did, but they didn't know how long we'd been waiting for this.
It's fulfilling, it's relieving, it's comforting...to me, being with Derek right now is EVERYTHING. And at last, with confidence, I can say he feels the same.
Derek DaChoco: Hey, Mary...we've been here for a while.
Mary van Nia: I know...but I still don't feel like leaving.
Derek DaChoco: Me neither...but you know we have to, eventually.
Mary van Nia: Are you getting tired?
Derek DaChoco: No...I've kind of trained my brain not to let my body wear out. It keeps my endurance going in a fight if I need it.
Mary van Nia: Hehe, that sounds like something you'd do.
Derek DaChoco: You look sleepier than I do, though...are you sure YOU'RE not tired?
He's got me there, I have to admit. It's been a long night, and quite an eventful one for us. Maybe it's time we draw it to an end before we both fall over from the exhaustion.
So, reluctantly, I step away from Derek and look around the room, listening close to the few voices that still lingered around us.
Mary van Nia: No sign of Paul or Rayanna...they must've gone home without me.
Derek DaChoco: Just like that? That doesn't sound like Paul...
Mary van Nia: Well, you know how he is when he's around his girlfriend. They probably headed home to...to, er...
Derek DaChoco: To...?
Mary van Nia: ...Spend more time together.
My face gets hot at the idea. Suddenly, I'm not so keen on finding those two anymore...
Of course, I'm not going to put Paul to SHAME for it...sure, he's very well-mannered, but he's only human at the end of the day.
Still, I'm not looking forward to being kept up an extra two hours or however long those two plan to take...
However, I end up receiving a surprise second option when Derek blurts something out.
Derek DaChoco: You know, I-! ...I mean...my father's on a business trip, so he won't be home tonight. And I've got some snacks and a bottle of juice in the house, so...
Derek DaChoco: If you wanted to...I don't know...hang out at my place like old times...
I can't see it, but I can hear from how strained his voice is, Derek is as red as a beet. Considering how hot my face is too, I'm the same.
It wasn't like we haven't been alone at his house before, even at night, but back then, we were just old friends wanting to hang out, but now...
Part of me is curious to see what will be different this time, along with the added bonus of not having to sleep though the rhythmic creaks of Paul's bedsprings.
But on the other hand...what if it's not PAUL'S bedsprings that make the creaking this time...?
A) No thanks, I should just go home.
Mary van Nia: That's really sweet of you, Derek, but Paul will probably freak out if I'm not home. Maybe another time?
Derek DaChoco: Ah...right...don't want to worry Paul. He'd shiv me in my sleep if he found out I took you back to my place out of nowhere this late.
Mary van Nia: No he wouldn't! Paul wouldn't hurt a fly!
Derek DaChoco: Yeah, because a fly can't seduce you.
Mary van Nia: Huh??
Derek DaChoco: N-Nevermind. I'll walk you to school tomorrow, Mary.
Mary van Nia: Er...sure. Bye.
And before I can ask him to elaborate, Derek leaves my side. I feel kind of bad for rejecting his offer, but I really didn't want Paul to worry too much about me.
And speaking of him, I heard him and Rayanna approach me with news to share.
Paul van Nia: Mary! Glad I found you. I just wanted to let you know that I'm spending the night at Rayanna's tonight, so you'll be on your own. Will you be okay?
Rayanna Black: Your brother and I wanted to...erm...hang out a little longer, but we figured you were probably tired. This way, you won't have to worry about us keeping you up.
This was certainly a surprise to me, but not an unwelcome one. Guess I was worried over nothing...
Mary van Nia: Sure, you do that! We can meet at school.
Paul van Nia: Perfect! See you tomorrow, then.
And just like that, the lovebirds are off. As I wave them goodbye and exit the gym, I'm left to think about the night's events.
Guess I'll have to wait a little longer to find out just how different things are going to be between me and Derek from now on...
~Neutral Ending: To Those Who Wait~
B) Sure, what are we waiting for?
Mary van Nia: Sure! I'm not looking to be an unwilling eavesdropper on Paul and Ray's post-dance rendezvous, anyways...
Derek DaChoco: TMI, but works for me. Let's get out of here, then.
From there, Derek and I walk back to his place. I've never once been able to see the route we take, but it feels so nostalgic.
My mind drifts back to the days we were young and carefree, chasing each other down the block, running twigs against the bars of the neighbors' fences and laughing as we went.
Never once did I ever imagine those little interactions were paving the way to something even bigger...
Sure enough, the house is empty when we get there. We make a beeline for Derek's room, where he digs into a hidden cubby and pulls out a wrinkled grocery bag with some snack bags and two bottles of juice inside.
Mary van Nia: Oh, thank goodness! I was starving!
Derek DaChoco: Why?? They had refreshments at the dance. Didn't you take anything?
Mary van Nia: I mean, I would've, but, uh...I kinda got distracted hiding from those senior guys.
Derek DaChoco: THAT'S why you were under the bleachers? Why didn't you tell me?
Mary van Nia: Because you've got the patience of a bear being poked with a stick and would've done something dumb that would've gotten you thrown out of the dance.
Derek DaChoco: ...You don't know that.
Mary van Nia: Uh, I DO know that. Because that's what happened with that guy behind the school.
Derek DaChoco: Which was your fault, by the way.
My cheeks flush angrily. Derek's usually so monotone, but the hint of teasing on the edge of his tone was really getting on my nerves.
Mary van Nia: You'd-! You'd better take that back, or I'm...!
Derek DaChoco: Or?
Mary van Nia: I'm...I'm gonna cross the line!
I don't exactly know what I mean by that when I say it, but I'm sure I can figure something out in the span of time I give myself.
Mary van Nia: Hey...if you don't take that back by the count of three, I really WILL cross the line.
Derek DaChoco: Well, then...I'm waiting.
This guy...!
Mary van Nia: One...
Mary van Nia: Two...
Derek DaChoco: ...
Mary van Nia: ...Three.
My body moves on its own before I can think twice. I lean forward with my lips puckered, expecting to peck him on the cheek or the chin or SOMEWHERE on his face.
Instead...I hit the bullseye.
I'm sure he's surprised, but he just sits there and takes it. I'm left in mild shock as I begin to pull back.
Mary van Nia: Huh...? Why didn't you-
I'm cut off as his large hand pushes my back, dragging me back into the kiss. This time it's my turn to be surprised as his soft lips meet mine again.
By the time he gives me a chance to breathe, his voice comes out ragged and low.
Derek DaChoco: You really, REALLY shouldn't have done that...
Mary van Nia: H-Hey, in all fairness, I gave you an out!
Derek DaChoco: Even so, I'm glad I didn't. Because now...I won't be responsible for whatever comes next.
Derek brings himself closer until he's almost face to face with me. His voice is still cold-toned, but it exudes a slight sense of dominance. But as I'm burning up, I can hear his deep voice right in my ear.
Derek DaChoco: Mary...can you look up real quick...?
Gulping, I obey and look up, finding myself practically nose-to-nose with Derek, my face steaming with embarrassment as I feel his hot breath on my face.
Before I can think of anything else to say, he lifts me with no effort and carries me over to what I assume is his bed, a traditional futon on the floor, seating me on his huge lap.
Mary van Nia: J-Jesus, Derek, do I even weigh anything to you?
Derek DaChoco: No. It's like holding a couple of grapes.
Mary van Nia: You weirdo...
I couldn't see it for myself, but I can tell his eyes are practically burning holes straight through my blindfold. He gives his head a small tilt before moving in slightly closer so that our noses touch.
His breath feels almost as intoxicating as the juice he was drinking, causing a shiver to run up my spine. There is something in Derek's new demeanor, a spark that was nowhere to be seen before.
Maybe it was a hidden darkness, a small bit of crazy...or something else entirely.
Derek DaChoco: Mary...I'm going to take your blazer off. Stay still, okay?
Mary van Nia: O-Okay...!
Derek's hands are huge as they move across my back. His one palm practically covered my entire torso as he unbuttons my blazer and takes it off.
I guess he was a bit nervous too, apparent due to the way he popped all the buttons to my uniform shirt off in one go trying to take that off next.
Derek DaChoco: Shit!!
Derek DaChoco: Sorry...my hands got shaky out of nowhere.
Mary van Nia: I-It's fine...Paul can fix it when I get back home.
I was scrolling through appropriate excuses to explain the state of my shirt to Paul when I felt Derek start to lift me again, though this time he was lifting me off of his lap, away from him.
Mary van Nia: E-Eh?? Derek, what are you-
Derek DaChoco: I don't think this is a good idea anymore, Mary...we should stop.
Mary van Nia: WHAT?? But-
I suddenly felt very confused. What brought this on? Was it because he totaled my shirt?
Or...was Derek having second thoughts about us being an item after all?
Mary van Nia: Look, Derek...if this is too weird for you, we don't have to-
Derek DaChoco: No, no, it's not that! I want to!
Derek DaChoco: It's just...
Derek places his huge hand on my cheek, the way he did when I was in the nurse's office after that scrap with the bully who confronted us.
Derek DaChoco: You're a really sweet girl, and you don't judge anyone for anything. And honestly...that's what made me fall in love with you.
Derek DaChoco: But, I mean...LOOK at me, Mary.
Mary van Nia: I don't think that's gonna do me any good...
Derek DaChoco: I'm serious, you moron! You don't need your eyes to be able to tell I'm three times bigger than you! AND I've turned myself into a muscle-bound monster from all that fighting and fencing!
Mary van Nia: Your point??
Derek DaChoco: You're really important to me, Mary...the last thing I'd ever want to do is hurt you, to be part of the pain you face every day.
Derek DaChoco: What has me worried is that if we continue, and I lose control...
NOW I understood. We'd been so caught up in finally being more than friends, the thought of our physical differences hadn't even occurred to me.
Maybe because that was I never imagined we'd ever come to this. Yet here we were...
In all honesty, I didn't expect HIM to be more nervous about this than I was, and I was practically trembling like I was doing my best Chihuahua impression.
Mary van Nia: ...You won't lose control. I know you won't.
Derek DaChoco: Mary, don't be stupid. You always complain about my temper-
Mary van Nia: A temper that only comes out when someone ELSE is causing harm to me. I've never once seen you lash out at me, even when I'm at my most annoying.
Mary van Nia: You've always prioritized me whenever you get rough in physical situations...why would that be any different now?
THAT was the statement that made Derek at a loss for a good reply. I could hear him groan quietly under his breath, but another kiss from him told me I'd sold my case.
Derek DaChoco: Well...if you're sure...but you need to stay up here, for your own safety.
Mary van Nia: E-Eh...?
Derek DaChoco: And like I said before...I'm only so responsible for what happens after all this~
Mary van Nia: Y-Yeah...okay...
My blindfold is the last thing to go, as Derek undoes the bow by tugging on a single string and it falls away from my face, revealing my cloudy-gray, unseeing eyes to him.
Now that it's actually happening, my head is starting to spin as I hear Derek take off his own clothes and readjust me onto his lap.
He wasn't kidding about his size, as I could even tell from his frustrated grunts, he even had trouble getting the condom to fit.
I'd heard passing rumors at school how Derek had the biggest you-know-what out of all the boys in his class, maybe in all of Kingdom High, but I'd never expected him to whip it out right in front of me, much less plan to use it on me.
I was so nervous the common sense telling me to tap out before I got myself hurt wasn’t responding. Was this a bad idea after all?
Mary van Nia: U-Um...I've been told it hurts the first time...does it actually...?
Derek DaChoco: Well, I'm not gonna sugarcoat it: it's going to sting more than it usually should, since you're so tiny.
Derek DaChoco: But I'll be as gentle as I can be. I only want to make you feel comfortable, so you have nothing to worry about~…
That voice...Derek had never spoken so softly before, not even when he was worried about me. He sounded like a completely different person.
He might have a scary, intimidating aura about him...but I knew that at his core, he was considerate and kind. His strength was meant to protect the things he cared about...and that included me.
So, without further ado, I held my breath as I felt Derek push the tip inside. He takes a few seconds to adjust, then my voice cries out in pleasure as he thrusts his hips once to get the whole thing inside.
Mary van Nia: YAAAH~! O-Ouch~!! Aaaaah~…
Derek freezes at my exclamation of pain. His eyes flutter open as he feels my body tense and hears my discomfort. He slowly leans down to whisper in my ear, kissing it to distract me from the pain.
Derek DaChoco: Sorry...was that too painful?
Mary van Nia: Mmmm~...
Derek DaChoco: Shhhh, it’s alright~…I know it hurts, but it won’t last~…just get used to me~…
I whimper as I cling to his wide shoulders, my inexperienced body trying to adjust to his size as it throbs inside me. Tears run down my face, but Derek kisses every single one of them away.
Mary van Nia: Ahhh~…i-it’s so big~…
Derek DaChoco: Your body’s just not used to it yet~…just breathe slowly and calmly~…
Derek clasps one hand to the back of my head while he uses his other hand to slowly caress my back. His grip is soft yet slightly firm as he keeps his distance and makes me feel as comfortable as I can be in this position.
I let out tiny cries of pain as I slow my breathing enough to get my heart to stop racing. Once I calm down, the stinging fades and all that’s left is an unfamiliar stiffness.
Derek DaChoco: You okay...?
Mary van Nia: Nnnnh~…it doesn’t hurt anymore, but it feels very…strange~…
Derek DaChoco: That's fine...just relax and keep breathing deeply. I'll go slow~...
I moan in pleasure as Derek starts thrusting gently, feeling him move inside me and making my back arch a bit. He lifts my body from my hips and lowers me back down on him again, helping me ride him as I grit my teeth.
The soft, subtle movements have now become more pronounced and dominant. He leans down to my ear and whispers to me, his words are mixed with breaths, sending chills up and down my body.
Derek DaChoco: How is it? Does it feel alright~?
Mary van Nia: Ahhhhn~…ahhhh~…m-mhm~…
As much as he enjoyed this new sense of control, his own excitement was overwhelming now. He grabs me tightly, pulling down my head to his shoulder to muffle my screams.
Derek DaChoco: Nnnh~…GOD, you’re so tight~…
Mary van Nia: Hhhhhah~! Ahhhhn~…Derek, please~…
I wasn’t even sure if this was a dream or reality anymore. Here I was, the most modest girl in school, propped up in bed and riding the boy I'd known since childhood.
Sure, puberty had hit him like a semi-truck and contributed to all that, but that didn’t take away from how genuine his thrusts felt.
His hand clenches around my hip, his eyes narrow as he starts to breathe heavily. His thrusts become quicker and louder as he hears my moans, my cries of pleasure. His pace matches the intensity of everything that has taken place.
Each of his thrusts seems to be sending sparks of pure ecstasy up my spine. His other hand grabs my back and squeezes it, causing me to whine a bit louder.
Mary van Nia: AHHHHHN~! D-Derek~…
His voice tightens as a growl leaves his mouth. His body is on fire, but he wants to wait longer just so he can enjoy himself a bit more. His grip on my back tightens and he begins to push my head to his, whispering words only meant for me.
Derek DaChoco: I'm here, Mary~...I won't go anywhere~...
Minutes pass and I lose track of everything. He wraps his arms around me to prevent me from moving and continues to push my head closer to his to lock our lips together, just so he could keep going without any interruptions.
He pulls more at my hips, pulling me back into his body as he moves even faster, his pace getting more erratic the closer he gets. I can tell something's about to give, and I'm not sure if I'm ready for it.
Mary van Nia: AAAAH~! A-AAAAAH~! Derek~...D-DEREK~...!
Derek DaChoco: Easy, Butterfly~...don't get nervous now~...
Mary van Nia: Mmmmgh~...h-haven't heard that nickname in a minute~
Derek DaChoco: Seems like the appropriate time for a callback~...after all~...
Derek DaChoco: You're delicate, but beautiful~...just like a butterfly~...
Those are the words that send me. A shiver runs down my spine as he says my childhood nickname with so much pleasure.
That tingly feeling only intensifies as Derek moves me up and down on him a bit quicker, his breaths coming out in short puffs, though they're hardly labored while I'm over here screaming for my life.
Mary van Nia: Mmmpphh~…ahh~…ahhhhh~…! D-Derek~...I think I'm~...!
Derek DaChoco: What's the matter? Are you close...?
Derek DaChoco: That's okay...I am too. Just hold out a little longer for me, okay, baby~?
"Baby"...Derek's never called me that before, unless it was to berate me for being a wuss, and even that was pretty rare.
There's so many new things we never thought to try in our relationship, and now that's our true feelings are finally known to each other, it's coming as naturally as breathing.
He had his grip wrapped tightly on my thighs to keep me in place as he kept going deep inside again. My voice was shaky and desperate as I clung to him.
Mary van Nia: Mmmmmgh~…D-Derek, please~…I can't take it anymore~!!
My wails must've given him the validation he really needed, as his hips kept thrusting even faster into me as climax got closer and closer for the both of us. The final blow was when he whispered his next words into my ear.
Derek DaChoco: Go on, Butterfly~…cum for me~…I’m right here~…
From such simple things as my pleas for him to finish and me yelling his name, we climaxed in sync in the most intoxicating way imaginable.
Derek falls on his back and I flop down after him, plastered to his huge, sweaty chest. We lay together on the futon, the room silent except for the sound of our panting. Our stares are locked as Derek tries to catch his breath.
He still grips onto me tightly, his arms wrapped around me in a protective and gentle manner. His look is mixed between relief and desire, but as he looks at me, I can't help but seem a little rattled, trembling in his arms.
Derek DaChoco: Phew...are you okay? You're shaking...
Mary van Nia: F-Fine...just not used to doing all of, um...THAT.
Derek DaChoco: Yeah. Me too.
Mary van Nia: Huh?? It was YOUR first too? You're lying.
Derek DaChoco: Nope. I'm on the same level as you.
Mary van Nia: SERIOUSLY?? The way you took the lead, you could've fooled me.
Derek DaChoco: C'mon, be serious: can you think of ONE girl who could've possibly slept with me beforehand?
Mary van Nia: ...I dunno, don't you hang out with those boys Lincoln Reese and Reed Velvet a lot?
Derek DaChoco: MARY.
Mary van Nia: What?? I don't judge! I'm perfectly secure.
Derek DaChoco: Is that why you wear that blindfold all the time?
I blush a little, reaching up to touch the top of my cheek, just under my eye, not used to feeling my own skin and not the cloth of my blindfold for once.
Only my older brother and doctors had seen me exposed like this, but now Derek had gotten a more intimate view.
Mary van Nia: Why are you complaining? I let YOU see past it, didn't I...?
Derek DaChoco: ...
Derek DaChoco: Hehe...yeah. Fair enough.
Derek then encases me in his arms, his large muscles like a security blanket on my bare back.
Any anxiety I'd been feeling about entering a relationship with my best friend was snuffed out by that weight.
This was a display of how Derek truly was to me: he was strong, sure, but he was gentle. That was more I could say for any other person who had HALF his strength.
And that kindness alone...was enough to make me feel like I was flying.
~Good Ending: Giving Me Butterflies~
SO! Sorry for the abrupt post, but someone in my inbox asked me about this recently, so unfortunately for me, I did not forget to post the Derek route like I promised, since I technically promised I'd do both. YES, I know it's been almost a year since Romance Kingdom, but a deal is a deal and I'm true to my word, no matter HOW long it takes. So yeah, both Day 6 routes are done, I'm free from writing dating sim smut! (That is until the next time an offer like this springs up, lol)
I tried drawing in a more anime style, since the entire dating sim is based off of it lol. I absolutely love how it came out, especially Parfait and Choco’s hair since I’m not used to drawing in this style. (Also, I wish Parfait had a humanized version of her in Romance Kingdom and I’m not just saying that I’m a chocofait shipper-.)
Since Parfait doesn’t have a romance kingdom version of her, I made up one. I haven’t made an official design of her yet, but I will soon.
Her name is Paige Parufait and she’s part of the music club! She’s not all that popular and doesn’t have many friends, except the player, Rachel Raspberry, and Herbert Hoo. Similar to how the player runs into Derek, Paige was on trash duty one faithful day and ended up running into Derek. They soon start to bond over their love for music and the fact they have very little to no friends-
And since I’m a chocofait shipper, yes, Paige catches feelings for Derek-
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