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Could I request a Vanessa fluff, where her and MC are cuddling in bed and being cute and talking about random things?
“You’re very cute when you are half-asleep.”
Vanessa’s eyes fluttered open, briefly taken aback by your comment, a sleepy smile slowly quirking her lips upwards.
“I was listening, I swear.”
“Of course. I never doubted you.”
Against the light of the moonlight lazily making its way through the window, Vanessa’s eyes glitter like a pretty crystal that has been tilted this way and that to shine a soft violet. Even after so many years, her eyes still hypnotize you, grey one moment and purple the next, alluring like a song or dark like a haunting storm.
She’s beautiful. Truly, mind-blowingly beautiful.
“I really was!” She laughs, shifting just slightly to rest her head over just chest. “You were telling me about the prank you pulled in sixth grade.”
“I finished that one a while ago.”
“What? No, you didn’t, you literally just—” she stops when she glances at your smirk, a blush dusting her cheeks right afterward. “Oh.”
“You’re adorable. Too easy to tease.”
The way she frowns, with all the groggy grace of a tired cat, tugs at your heartstrings.
“All right, Ms. I-don’t-need-to-sleep-anymore. So, how did it end? The prank, I mean.”
“Badly, but I get the impression I should finish the story in the morning. In the meantime, how about I tell you something else to lull you to sleep? Something you already know—”
“You can’t just leave me hanging like that. C’mon, finish it right now.”
“Someone’s demanding.”
Vanessa rolls her eyes, her body warm against yours. You’re struck by the sudden thought that you don’t want to let go, not now, not ever, and the threat of morning and an eventual separation makes you hold her tighter against you.
This person, this amazing person, who had fought fate itself for you, who had accepted everything about you, who held the perfect balance between dork and suave, who had the most beaming smile and the purest determination.
“I love you.”
Whatever argument she was going to use to keep you talking about your childhood dissolves on her lips like a sugary treat. She stays stills for a second and then her expression softens, eyes sparkling like a treasure.
“You won’t distract me like that, you know.”
You snort. “Oh no, you saw right through my plan—”
“I love you too, but you need to tell me—”
You silence her with a kiss, gentle, loving, playful.
“Make me.”
Vanessa melts against you, nibbling at your lip once in protest.
“You’re a menace.” She mumbles, still sleepy, deeply amused.
“Glad to be one.”
Havenfall for lovers! Wallpaper. If you want to.
Vanessa: You're smiling, did something good happen? Mc: I can't smile just because I feel like it? John: Levana tripped and fell in the parking lot.
Me, Everytime I Start a Havenfall Route.
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