uhhh if you saw no smut in the masterlist, THIS IS SUGGESTIVE OK???!?!?!
im a holy child of christ
kinks
somnophilia
breeding kink
degradation
DUBCON
CNC
praise kink
what he likes
teasing (he's gonna tease you everywhere, public or not)
likes the idea of getting caught
can and will abuse the power of aphrodisiacs
ORGASM DENIAL AND OVERSTIMULATION. (oh ur close? nah he's stopping, if he's feeling a bit nice, he'll let you cum. but still continues even if you've cummed)
sleepy sex
wake him up by sucking his cock, he likes that
give and receive? fuck yeah, but if he's receiving, slight chance he'll dominate
cockwarming
if ur away, he's humping that pillow
he's an ass and boob person (maybe boob person more)
he's a SADIST.
marking you up
nipple play bruddah
it doesn't matter where u guys have intercourse. bed, kitchen, the wall, the shower, he's needy
scratch his back, he'll admire it. a sign he did so well and you took him well too
likes kissing you, american kissing, sip kiss, hot and cold kiss, like yeah
im not putting scenarios, although its in my tiktok.
Summary : The reader had travelled again to the game but as a different person, Luca still recognises them. The reader only had one wish before they died, and that is being in their favourite game one last time.
As [Name] was walking out of the forest to go back, Bugbear tackled them to the ground causing both of them to fall on the grass.
"Bugbear- Come on I need to go back!" Bugbear held them closer afraid of losing them again.
Of course, he was a bad guy, but he still had a kind heart. "Bugbear, PLEASE. I don't have time for this outside."
[Name] pushed Bugbear off their back.
[Name] rushed getting back to their dorm leaving Bugbear all alone himself.
He brushed it off taking the hint that [Name] didn't have the time for him.
The next day, at 3:42AM, [Name] went into a coughing fit.
This had been going on for the past 3 weeks, it had gotten worse.
[Name] didn't want anyone to get worried, so [Name] did everything they could to hide it.
No matter what they did, it wouldn't go away.
Now, [Name] could've gone to the Infirmary but they knew everyone who goes to the Infirmary.
They didn't want to worry about the person that would see them frequently in the Infirmary. [Name] had never felt this way before.
Every time they coughed it hurt.
The next day, 4:01 AM and [Name] found themselves running down the hall trying to get to the infirmary as fast as possible.
Even though they knew nobody was there at that time. It was like they were drowning, the room felt hot and [Name] could barely breathe.
"I'm coming for you!" [Name] heard someone yell, and a shadow fell over [Name].
They couldn't see the face of whoever was speaking. A hand grabbed [Name]'s arm tightly, "[Name], hold on. You're gonna be okay."
And with those words, [Name] could feel themselves being pulled up. They coughed again and tried to open their eyes but they were blinded by the light.
They felt someone wrap an arm around their back holding them closely. They leaned back into their chest, feeling safe for once.
[Name] felt a hand on their head, patting it gently. The next thing they knew was they passed out.
------
When [Name] awoke, they were laying on something soft. They blinked a few times before opening their eyes again.
They looked around and saw they were lying in a bed. There wasn't much else in sight besides a clock and a bookcase filled with books.
That's when they realized they were in the Infirmary. As soon as they got out of bed, they noticed their legs had been bandaged.
They took notice of their arms too. When [Name] moved their hands, they realized they had some sort of bracelets on them.
They wondered why they had them on, until they remembered where they had fallen asleep. After thinking about it for a moment, [Name] realized that they must've been injured during the night.
A door opened behind them. Someone was standing in the doorway. Someone familiar. It was.. Aspen. His gaze lingered on [Name] for a while.
As if he was searching for something, then his expression softened. "Hey," Aspen said softly, stepping towards [Name].
"You're finally awake." Aspen sat on the edge of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
[Name] stared at him. As much as they wanted to say how they felt, they couldn't.
All they could do was shake their head. They weren't sure why they couldn't talk. They tried to speak but instead a cough came out.
"That's okay, we can take it slow." Aspen took [Name]'s right hand in his. As he rubbed circles with his thumb, [Name] relaxed a bit. It made them feel better.
"Thank you, Aspen." They spoke quietly, watching as Aspen ran his fingers through [Name]'s hair, almost like he was petting a cat or a dog.
As he did this, he seemed to relax as well, a small smile forming on his face. He always seemed more call whenever he talked to [Name].
They stayed quiet for a moment, neither one knowing what to say next.
It was weird for the both of them since normally they were always talking to each other, but today it was different. Aspen had a look of concern, his gaze looking down on the floor.
"Are you hungry? Do you want anything?" Aspen asked suddenly.
[Name] shook their head, clearing their throat. "I'm alright thanks."
Aspen nodded, seeming relieved. He stood up and started to walk away. "Okay. Come to the Infirmary if you need anything."
He glanced at [Name] for a second before closing the door behind him. After that, [Name] followed behind. Not that their injuries were fatal, but the professor would surely ask them why they have bandages.
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Surprisingly everyone minded their own business. Except for one, and who was that? Bugbear.
He had been concerned every day for [Name].Β When [Name] was first brought here, he had taken the lead in caring for them.
However, he didn't know how much they needed help. As soon as [Name] woke up, he immediately started asking questions.
What happened? Did something happen to you? Were you sick? Was there danger lurking around?
Was there something wrong with your leg? Why do you have bandages?
One question after another until [Name] snapped. "Bugbear! Stop! If you don't stop asking questions, I'll go back to the Infirmary and leave you here."
Bugbear shut his mouth, but he kept looking at them with worry.
"I'll check on you tomorrow morning, ok?"
------
Professor Sprout called everyone together.
Everyone gathered around her and listened as she began telling them why they needed to get some rest for a few days.
Some groaned, others sighed, and some students rolled their eyes.
Bugbear was surprisingly there, yet he didn't find the one he was looking for.
He was getting more and more concerned. So he went looking for them.
He was getting more and more concerned. So he went looking for them. But, he wasn't able to locate them.
He searched everywhere but he still couldn't find [Name]. Wherever they were, they had to be somewhere near a river.
Maybe they just walked by it? No, he'd never let them go without saying something. Besides, he could already see that they looked terrible.
If they were sick, he should've seen it coming. He knew [Name] was weak enough that they didn't last long out in the wilderness even if they weren't attacked. He had to find them before it was too late.
Bugbear headed out of the school grounds and into the woods. It was getting dark now, which meant that he had to hurry. He had to find [Name] before it was too late.
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It was dark out now. [Name] was sitting on a log, staring at the water.
They were cold, but they didn't care.
They were tired, but they didn't care.
They were hungry, but they didn't care.
They were cold, but they didn't care.
They were sad, but they didn't care.
Everything was numb. It all felt so... empty.
Like nothing mattered anymore.
After spending a while just staring at the water, [Name] jumped when they felt something grab onto them.
They turned their head and saw Bugbear's concerned face. "Are you alright? Where are you from? How did you get to the forest?"
"What do you care? Leave me alone. Go back." [Name] shoved Bugbear off of them and stood up, walking away.
"Wait, please. Just tell me where you're from." Bugbear stopped [Name].
[Name] ignored him. They couldn't believe they had let someone as good as him touch them. They hated this.
They hated him.
"Why won't you tell me? What's so bad about telling me?" Bugbear pleaded with [Name].
He grabbed their wrist. This caused [Name] to stop walking. They didn't understand why he was pushing them. This was all their fault after all. Their fault, it was all their fault.
"Because..." [Name] paused. "...I just can't..."
Bugbear furrowed his brows in confusion. "Can't what?"
"I can't...." [Name] continued shaking their head as tears formed in their eyes.
-----
They were gone. They had vanished, leaving behind only a single piece of paper.
Aspen looked through everything he had, but he found nothing except for the paper. He knew there had to be more.
It has to be. He threw the letter across the desk and slammed his fist on it. He wanted to scream at someone, anyone, but there wasn't anybody here.
He couldn't go back home; he couldn't risk running into the others. He didn't know what to think. His mind was filled with worry and frustration.
But he knew they both weren't meant to be.
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Bugbear couldn't believe it, they were gone.
Gone and no trace. He looked through everything he could find, hoping to find something, anything, that would give him any idea about where they could be.
The first place he went was the library. The shelves had to hold something, anything.
Anything that might hold information about the situation. He started going through the shelves. Nothing.
He thought of nothing when he heard a book fall of from the shelf, but something inside wanted to look into it.
There they were, standing in front of the sunlight. Bugbear tried to reach for them, but he couldn't. Then that's when he realized, he's a complete different person.
The time Bugbear and [Name] met, his personality completely changed.
Every route he would try and be there.
But, now?
He didn't have someone to bother with his shenanigans anymore.
Luca stood behind Bugbear, "Are you feeling lost?"
Bugbear looked behind him revealing Luca. "Well if it isn't our self aware character."
Luca turned his back but his gaze still with Bugbear, and that's when Bugbear heard the hurtful truth.
There are many things that Lee has documented into his data library. However, lately he has been taking a different method of documentation. This time it's with a voice recorder.
Tags: bittersweet, one-shot, potential spoilers for affection lvl.
"XX of XX, year 21XX, Construct: Lee. Location: Babylonia...... Recording session no. 108 of things I wish I could say out loud..."
*******
It was a small gift from Murray.
Lee took a look at it in his hand.
"What is this for?" the construct asked.
Murray smiled. However, Lee didn't find his own question funny.
"It's something I think you would like. You can record anything you want with it." the man said.
Inspecting the device, the construct only kept a neutral face before replying, "It's not necessary for constructs like me to have these things. My data recording mechanics works just as perfect, if not, it yields 30% more effective than of devices such as these. Output quality, file formating, and sound mixing are all put in consideration when you buy products like this. Constructs have many built in functionality, rendering these thing useless to them..."
Lee's voice faded as he spoke. A dead silence settled between them. The harsh words that Lee put forward didn't seem to hit Murray in anyway, a smile was still kept drawn on his face.
The silence, however, gave Lee an uncomfortable feeling. His synthetic skin mimicked goosebumps. He should say something to ease the silence. That's when he added, "... I don't need this, Murray."
He handed the device to his brother.
Murray shifted and a small laugh escaped his lips.
"I know it's useless, in a technical stand point. But," Murray gently pushed the device back into Lee's hand, "I ought to think that maybe, as useless as it may be, this is exactly what you need."
Lee, after thinking about it, decided to accept the gift out of courtesy. "Very well..." He replied and pocketed the gift.
After receiving the device, Lee gave it a go and tried it out a few times. He didn't like it, and was planning to disassemble the gadget instead.
However, he went against it due to a small talk when he bumped into Murray one day. Who, asked him about the gift, and Lee felt a reluctance to treat the device as it was intented.
He began finding use for the voice recorder. Using it, as a means to record logs or data, however, he found no joy in doing that.
During his weekly frame maintenance check, Lee spotted Asimov, owning the same model of voice recorder on his office desk. In fact there were two.
There was an urge to ask about it, seeing it was a coincidence. Asimov, his look as sour as ever, reply with a sarcastic flare, "One," he held up the left one, "is to document research logs. The other," he held up the right one, "is to collect all my disagreements and complaints against everyone here, hoping that one day I would drop this and have Hassen or someone pick it up and listen to it."
Disputes between departments in the council wasn't unheard of. However, Lee was interested at Asimov's latter use of a voice recorder. It wasn't a bad idea.
Sure, Lee himself has disagreements and verbal fights; especially towards Kamui. But, there were times he restricted his tougne for the sake of his Commandant.
So, when he returned to his quarters, he took the recorder and began to spew his complaints.
*******
"... I dislike the way you always put others before yourself..."
*******
The notification in Lee's system alerted him it was time for a special mission debriefing. The Grey Raven Squard were called in by Celica. Lee left his resting quarters as he headed out to the meeting room. There the rest of his team were waiting for him.
Celica came in last and placed a pile of paperwork on the table. Without hesitation, she began working on the control panel.
Lee noted that this usually means this particular mission is either important or it has a special status in the Babylonia database.
The lights dimmed. Images and information were projected up for everyone to see.
"Operation Underground..." Celica handed out her report file to you, "President Hassen wants the Grey Ravens to be dispatched as soon as possible, " she said.
"After some consideration and thorough analysis, it was concluded an archaic type of memory data is located under this ruin civilisation," the slide show propped up an image of a satelite map, "It was thought, back then, people had been toying about the concept of creating Constructs. Maybe that's why there are so many traces of memory data found there."
"you mean, memory data from the golden age?" you asked.
"Technology -wise yes, but the data... It could be a span ranging way before the golden age. The Science council had send teams to conduct excavation in the ruins, but through out the years corrupted levels are getting higher in that area," Celica said.
"Let me guess, Nikola wants us to investigate the area on the Science Council's behalf?" Lee asked.
"Actually, the main objective isn't to investigate the ruins , more so, President Hassen requested you guys to retrieve an archaic memory data. During the last excavation, the team found a Supercomputer, it was believe it stores the raw data. " she replied.
"but the supercomputers are so old, would the data even been salvageable upon retrieving?" Lucia asked, "As we know, technology back then has a higher probability of crashing and produce incomplete data."
"As long as the data is stored in a super computer, the percentage of data lost during extraction is small, compare to a data chip or a transferring port. Normally, supercomputers have two to four back up drive. If one drive or server courrpts, the other drive will immediately download the data. So extracting straight from a super computer is much safer. But, it's best if data loss can remain below 1.273%." Lee spoke.
Impressed by Lee's analysis, you closed the file and stood up. There was no time to waste in this operation.
"We will look into the details during our descent, Grey Ravens, move out." you ordered and your constructs followed.
As you all walked out of the meeting room, Celica said, "Oh, I almost forgot, this ruin is consider a danger zone, so please do not hesitate to retreat when necessary."
*******
"... I always do my best to serve you, even if my logic and words may make it sound the opposite. Please know, all that I am doing is all for your best interest as well as your future. You have to live, Commandant. At all cost... "
*******
He had been waiting for three hours, twenty four minutes and forty five seconds.
The door in the emergency wards was still closed. Lee could only sit in the waiting seat as his other teams mates were also rushed to the repair room.
He, himself, was considered lucky to have taken minimal damage, in comparison. His arm was ripped off and was given a temporary one for the time being. Although, it was advise to return to the Science department as soon as possible to replenish his vital fluids.
The door automatically slid open and the medical team, along with Asimov came out.
Lee turned his head and waited for the news Asimov had to deliver.
"Calm down, Lee, your Commandant is fine," Asimov huffed, he seems a little exhausted.
"I see, what's the condition?" Lee asked.
"You really need to look out for that Commandant of yours. "Brain damage" might sound a little too harsh, but that's the non techincal diagnosis." Asimov waved his hand, " a much techinal term would be, minor brain scarring."
Lee did not reacted.
"Don't worry about it too much. Your Commandant's condition is consider minor, the situation has been stablize. All that is left to do is to rest and recover."
"May I see Commandant?" Lee questioned.
"..." Asimov heasitated, "... Normally, I don't advise visitation, but, I guess I will let it slide this time." the man narrow his eyes a little.
"... But, I want you out in five minutes, understood?"
*******
"I am doing all this is because..."
*******
"Commandant..." Lee spoke in a small voice. You were asleep on the bed. Monitors and devices all plugged up to you as you slumber in the dimly lit room.
Seeing there was no response emitted from you, Lee spoke once more, "Really, Commandant, why do you have to push yourself again? How many times have you visited the medical bay this month? You know it worries us greatly..." He paused.
He was glad he went against your orders this time. If he hadn't called for Babylonia's retreat plan, you would end up in a much serious condition. Linking with the M. I. N. D beacon for an overwhelming amount of time, is not wise.
For sure, he knew you would get a little annoyed by that, and he played a fake scenario in his head that you were actually awake.
Talking to him, asking him why did he went against your orders, to retreat and not push through. He will agree everyone is close, so close to retrieve the data.
But monitoring the linking time, as well as, asking Liv to scan your physical condition once every 15 minutes. Lee can predict you won't last.
And, his prediction was right, and he should call for retreat much sooner. As soon as you arrived back at the base, you collapse on the floor. You nose bleed as you were rushed to the emergency ward.
His answer would have been the same as of Lucia's and Liv's. To protect your well being is a duty of a construct. However, he wasn't satisfied with that anwser.
There's more he wanted to say.
He knows he's not good with words, often making blunt jabs and spilling out harsh realities. Often times, he felt a little misunderstood because of it.
However, he tries. He really does. And, to be alone with the Commandant, in which, you were in a comatose state, might made it easier for the construct to say something.
Say something that he always wanted to say out loud.
He opened his mouth, lips forming shapes that helps projects words, yet no sound came out from his bionic voice.
He immediately gave up and went out of the emergency ward. That five minutes was over anyway.
*******
"... I want to be with you, be by your side for as long as humanly possible. I don't want to lose you, Commandant... "
*******
After a long break, you peak your head into the Grey Raven's Common room.
There, you saw your constructs resting together as usual. Putting up a big smile you playfully jumped out and reveal yourself at the door.
"I am here!"
"Commandant!" Lucia was surprised and quickly rush towards you Liv followed, happy to see you healthy and well.
As both constructs bombarded you with questions on your well being. Lee only approached and stood with a bit of distance.
"Lee?" you looked at him.
As usual, Palefire wore his signature scowl and crossed his arms, "... I see you are alive and well," he cleared his throat, "Welcome back, Commandant."
"Thank you, Lee."
*******
" Commandant, I...I... Humph..."
**Recording ended**
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Author's note
Hi, I like Lee a lot :)
BTW, the I. T stuff are all based on my limited knowledge of backing up my drawing files. Lol.
suggestive themes up ahead, but no smut yall, never im a child of christ!! (totally)
this is probably some scenarios rather than hc, sorry yall
let's pray first yall, sa ngalan ng ama, ng anak, ng espiritu santo amen.
since nono is like a bit harsh most of the time, and probably is busy with being a senior stuff and having no time to look in relationships, she probably agreed on having reader in the relationship (caeser's literally horny most of the time when it includes relationship)
"you are my junior, yet i find myself to fancy you too. will you accept this token from me and caeser to be in our relationship?"
"wh- hah.. hahaha... i- i'll think.."
[reader] accepts the token, and runs away straight to finger. leaving a confused nono but a bit cocky because she wasn't a pussy, she talked to [reader] not send letters.
"i told you didn't i??????"
"yeah yeah, fuck you. here's your 20,000 gold. you win the bet!"
πΊknee momints with caeser salad
BRO. this man looks fucking dominant, but i swear to god. he's probably sub, or a switch HELPPPPP.
"mm-" [reader] raised a brow, they couldn't help it. caeser letting out a whimper? a submissive noise? THE caeser himself??
after a while, [reader] breaks off the kiss. but ever so gently caressed caeser's face before standing up from their chair and kissing anywhere, but not on his lips.
caeser was getting a little impatient, but also enjoying it. he would let out whimpers from time to time.
as much as they both liked it, [reader] stopped.
"[r-reader]..?-"
before caeser could finish, [reader] pinned him to the wall close to their closet and motioned to keep silent.
As [Name] cries silently in the forest during lunchtime, Luca had been looking for the time traveller to spend more time with.
But because of an inconvenience, he had been searching nonstop. Luca was not used to being so anxious over people that he cares about, especially the ones he didnβt even know yet.
His eyes widen at this realization and his cheeks grow redder than usual. Is he getting a little too close? No! No way! Thatβs just weird.
He thinks as he pushes away thoughts of [Name]. The thought of being so near someone that you cared about is uncomfortable to him.
He shakes it off as he continues to search for [Name]. His hands are shaking slightly from all the stress he's feeling.
He tries to calm down by focusing on the sound of birds singing in the background.
It helps a bit but he still feels like something is wrong.
He stops walking when he hears a familiar voice. He looks around and sees [Name] sitting under a tree with their head resting on their knees.
They look up and see Luca staring at them. Their face is covered in tears and they're sniffling.
As Luca walks closer, he realizes why they look so exhausted. It takes everything in Luca's power to not burst into tears himself when he sees how thin [Name] looks.
He wants nothing more than to make them feel better, but how can he do that without asking questions first? He decides to ask one though...
"Are you okay, [Name]?" He asks softly, trying to figure out what to say. He notices that they flinch slightly at his name. He wonders if he said the wrong thing.
"[Name]...?"
"I'm fine, Luca." They mutter quietly, barely audible. Luca frowns. Something is going on here.
He can't stand seeing another person hurting, even if it's only for a short while. He sits down beside [Name], who scoots over a bit but doesn't move any farther away.
Luca puts his arm around their shoulders gently, pulling her closer to his side. He notices they relax a bit and sighs. This is probably the closest he has ever been to someone after almost two months apart.
Luca notices something strange, which makes him think back to before they started spending time together.
He remembers when [Name] was expressive back then, but now they're not that expressive anymore.
They just seem sad and tired all the time. What happened to them? Are they sick or something? Luca hopes that it's not the latter cause he doesn't want to see them sick.
[Name] leans against Luca for support, leaning their head on his shoulder. Luca closes his eyes, enjoying the contact between [Name]'s soft hair and his cold cheek. After what seems like hours, [Name] finally speaks up.
"...Luca?"
Luca hums in response, encouraging [Name] to continue.
"Thank you...for everything."
Luca opens his eyes. He didn't expect those words to come out of [Name]'s mouth. He tilts his head, confused as to how [Name] could have known.
He looks at them again and realises that they're crying. Luca pulls them in tighter, making them cry even harder.
Luca's heart breaks at the sound of [Name] crying. He knows that they're hurting right now, but why do they sound so broken?
He hates seeing someone cry so much, especially [Name]. He wishes that he could be able to do anything to help but he doesn't know what to do.
What kind of friend would he be if he doesn't know what to do in situations like these?
It takes a while for [Name] to quieten down but Luca doesn't let go until they do.
He notices that [Name] is shaking but they try to hide it from him. He places his hand over hers and squeezes it gently.
"You don't need to thank me, [Name]." Luca mumbles softly, "I love you and I'm always gonna take care of you." He says this firmly and he means every single word of it.
He's never been surer of anything since he met [Name], other than his own life. Luca looks over at [Name]. Their eyes meet and Luca smiles softly.
Even if it's small, [Name] manages to notice it anyways. [Name] couldn't believe what he was saying.
Panicking, they forgot that they had closed the game without saving their progress.
Luca stared in disbelief, he didn't know what was going on. [Name] was disappearing into ashes slowly.
Even though Luca knew he could just turn back time- but he then forgot, that only you could turn back time by just pressing the rollback button.
Luca just sat there in loneliness.
Perfect endings don't exist. Even if they did, it wouldn't last long.
"Y/n." They shuddered with utter shock hearing someone call out her name, he could respond if he wasn't in shock currently.
"You don't need to respond." Next thing it knew a hand was placed on their shoulder. They couldn't believe it, THE Eyeless Jack having a spot for her?
It was almost literal heaven, he'd been trying to talk to him but it seems that something was holding her back.
What was it that they've been holding back? Well, the annoying glitch wouldn't stop pestering her about them having feelings for EJ.
Both Y/n and EJ were on a neutral level, they never talked. And even the both of them didn't realise that both of them were trying to communicate with each other.
But a certain elf had to just ruin their meet-ups or their certain way of communicating.
BEN was Y/n's favourites but it had to just been ruined by his fellow teasing about her and EJ.
BEN wasn't really aware that they liked him- In a friendly way, he was the first one to greet them.
It was normal for BEN to tease a fellow member in the mansion, they excpected it but didn't excpect that it was about love.
Feelings.
She despised feelings, she never understood one feeling. That, was love. He tried to escape love, they tried to pretend love didn't exist.
"-/n.. Y/n.. Y/n!"
It snapped out of her trance, EJ stopped waving his hand in front of them. He didn't know what they were thinking about, he would just base it about heartbeat.
But it's Y/n we're talking about, sure it was nice to another fellow demon, but they weren't fully that.
She was also part angel, given how they couldn't decide were to part him with, they decided that it would be better if it were just on the middle.
It wanted them to move on, but the gates couldn't decide how. Since being a ghost, well there are types of them.
But then, It didn't allow that decision. Perhaps, It decided to just make them part of the two.
You would be able to roam around but no one could see you, or just like the others.
It couldn't bother no more, there were many of them, so It decided for that decision.
"E-EJ?" Cringing at the fact that he had stuttered up a response, EJ's ears perked "Mhm?"
Poor EJ, he was almost like a puppy answering the call of it's owner. "Hi..", "Hello..-!"
The interaction was a little bit awkward, yeah little.
Time flew around, was it years? No. It only seemed that, but now they had great connection over time.
Weeks only took the both of them, EJ was fixing her bow while Y/n was busy putting a navy blue wing clip on his hair.
"Done.. if it's not rude to ask- Uhm, why do you always wear a dress or sometimes I see you with a suit?"
That struck a nerve, it didn't bother her but it struck a nerve somehow.
"That uh.. Is that really a question? Most of us are dead, what excludes me there? Dummy I'm a-"
"Yes, yes.. an angel but part demon. Sorry."
"Hey don't say sorry, you were curious..!"
He pats EJ's head enjoying the fact that he let her pat it, who wouldn't? His hair was fluffy.
A certain elf came across them, wondering why didn't Y/n talk to him?
That's when he saw the sight.
"HEY, THAT'S FAVOURITISM!"
"It's not if I communicate with the both of you equally."
"YOU DON'T EVEN BOTHER TALKING TO ME?! THAT'S IT, I'M TAKING YOUR PLATFORM SHOES."
