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— broken toys. ft sunday

— warnings: slight angst

— author's note: my entry to the sunday brainrot, aka me manifesting for playable sunday.

sunday was the most desired man in all of penacony, and for a good reason too.

head of the oak family; the most handsome bachelor on the planet; a preacher of harmony that wanted the best for his home; what was there to not like about him? you were no stranger to the way he stared at gatherings hosted by the family, his gaze lingered too much on you; happened too many times to count as a mere coincidence. it sent your heart into a blazing beat, one that made your cheeks flush whenever he stood anywhere near you. just hearing his voice – the awkward laugh that rang like wedding bells when mr. gopher wood joked about the two of you being a match made in heaven – it became your favorite thing in the world.

the idea of marrying sunday has always been on the table ever since you were children. one playdate after the other – most of which were spent on the beach – where you, sunday, and his darling little sister robin would create sandcastles for miles. role playing as the kingdom’s regency while robin sang you songs until she fell asleep. such fond memories manifested itself to a lightcone that now sat in your bedroom. mr. wood was not blind with the way sunday looked at you – neither were you – and ever since then, he’d consistently bug you to marry his adoptive son who hid behind his wings to save his face.

and so you did. you married the man of your dreams and relished in being loved like a saint. 

every waking hour with sunday was spent with him worshiping the very ground you set foot on. slipping his hand under the table in meetings to fit yours because you were his rock, making sure he never strayed too far from you because to him, being away from you was the deadliest sin of them all. he loved you like the sun; burning brightly and warming your coldest days with only a whisper of sweet nothings in your ear as you let his touch scorch your skin in a way that made you wince but love him all the same. basking in the way his lips carved his name in your own with such passion you would close your eyes to everything else - he was the only view you would ever look at.

sunday burned brightly, but he burnt too quickly. just like how the sun could never stay in the sky forever, his revelry in you also faded like the waking night when the moon and stars started to replace him. sunday became too consumed in his goals of harmony, so much so that he lost his way that not even you, his darling, couldn’t save him from. 

even if his hands still gravitated towards yours, they no longer had the same warmth that you savored in his presence. he confessed his deadliest sins – the sin of being away from you – every night under the night sky’s judgment, only to commit them again the following morning. 

such was the cycle of sunday’s habit when he obtained his favorite toy. 

he drowned himself in the great pleasures of finally having his hands on the toy he’s been pining over for years. indulging himself in the adoration he had for you even if sometimes, it flickered with something more sinister, something much darker than the adoration he bathed and convinced you in. you let him suffocate in this false devotion until he started to pull back in boredom. until his favorite toy - you - was no longer his favorite.

you would pull away, starting to realize how this was not right, only for him to come sweep you of your feet – the same awkward laughter that once rang like wedding bells now sounded like red sirens, warning you of the danger you’d always ignore – and your falling back into the same maze that was your husband.

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i saw jing yuan moodboard, and now im carving blade moodboard 😭 (you are my favorite moodboard account <3)

Dating Blade <3

=͟͟͞͞ ⌧ : the things I would actually do for this man- and thank youuu for the loveeee!!!! <333

I think your requests are open ? I rarely ever ask anything so I have no idea on how it works. My request though is about an s/o with an above average body heat, a literal heater with Tingyun Kafka and if possible Serval. Have a nice day pal.

Ahhhh that would be soo cute!! But here you go, I hope you like it!

Your warmth.

Kafka x reader

Tingyun x reader

Serval x reader

Stelle x reader

Added Stelle cuz she my skrunkly- wunkly-dumpster diving, trash eating, little gremlin racoon♡

✨ fluff, slightly suggestive, established relationships, kisses mwah mwah

Requests are open

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Kafka

Kafka is in LOVE. Why wouldn't she be? You're basically her very own little personal heater❤️.

After a mission or a rough day she'd be right by your side, hugging you like her life depends on it. And who are you to refuse?(you better not.)

Kafka is definitely a clingy women. So every chance she gets she's either holding your hands or clinging on to you. She lets herself relax as she basks in your warmth. A light and happy feeling coursing through her as she does so.

And this women is SHAMELESS. She'll be touching you all the time. Be it your hands or your thighs or anywhere in that matter. She just needs to have her hands on you. Your so warm and nice and warm and fuzzy and warm. She just loves you too much😔

So much for a so called criminal huh🙁

Tingyun

The weather on the Xianzhou was always perfect. But that didn't stop her. Oh not at all.

She'd probably like lying her head on your tummy or your chest as she goes on spilling all the tea about her colleagues or her friends.(I'm in delulu era)

She usually loves sleeping on your chest cus she can hear your heartbeat and that's so sweet.

Tingyun too, is a clingy women me thinks. She hugs you whenever she wants, wherever she wants. (You better hug her back)She doesn't care about the looks the people give you both. You just feel so warm that she can't resist.

Oh and how she'd miss your warmth when she's out on business trips, she'd definitely call you daily to tell you how much she misses you and also to complain about her customers.

Serval

Winters in Belobog were cold even though there were several heaters placed everywhere. But Serval's got nothing to worry cause you're there! Good for her.

She'd wake up to your adorable face with a smile every morning. And as you stir awake she'd hug you and wish you good morning with the biggest smile on her face.

She holds your hand at every opportunity she gets and making her let go is a whole task for real. Even when she's kissing you for what seems like hours, she never stops cupping your cheeks. She enjoys how flustered you become and how your face is warmer than usual now. Thanks to her little smooches.

And on cold nights she's basically using you as a blanket. (Mode change, human blanket form!!.) You don't mind tho.( You better not)

(i can't decide if she's a girlboss or a girl failure.)

Stelle

I like to believe that Stelle has either a really cold body or a hot one(heh, get it? Cus-)due to the stelleron inside her. So let's just think she has a colder body rn

You are now Stelle's energy source. No questions asked and no negotiations. (Why would you even?)

After every mission, she's dragging you back to your room or hers to cuddle with you the whole day, your warmth giving her comfort and in her words, healing her.

On cold nights on the express, when she's feeling down she's relieved that you're always there by her side. Your warmth comforting her, literally.

You'd have to scold her and push her away sometimes when she tries to hug you after doing her daily routine of trashcan hunting tho. (i wouldn't really care if it's her tho. I'm down BAD) please don't hurt her feelings ,😔 she just bit silly.

Also. This girls gonna be latching on to you like a parasite all the time. There is not a moment she leaves you alone. But you're fine with that.(you better be.)

She'd also have her hands all over you all the time. There is never a time when she's not fumbling with your hair or your hands, sometimes trying to put her hands on yout chest(she would give a lame excuse like "oh i just wanted feel your heartbeat " Like.... girl?)she completely ignored your protests and acts innocent. She just likes how warm you are. It's like you we're meant for her ♡

(like mother like daughter)

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I'm in my delulu era again.

Women.

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mmm kafka or your fav honkai girl/s with a pussy drunk/obsessed fem reader who just adores spending time between their legs? 💓

A/N: if y’all want a lil headcanons for which HSR or Genshin girls moan, whimper or grunt just uhhh lemme know cause I have thoughts 👀

Content Warnings: pussy eating, somnophilia, dacryaphilia, pictures/recording during sex, semi public sex.

Kafka

Oh she’s going to abuse your obsession with her pussy, not that you mind ;)

Her favorite thing to do is sit on her pretty throne, her fingers clawing at your scalp or pulling harshly on your hair just to hear you moan when she does so ~

You’re sad? Frustrated? She’ll lean back and let you just lose yourself inside of her, forgetting about all those pesky thoughts in that pretty head of yours.

If you’d been arguing she wants you to make it up to each other by letting you eat her out. It’s a win, win. She’s never been good with words but actions? That’s the best way for her to show you how she feels…

You had come home from work obviously stressed out, rubbing your temples and dropping your bags at the door. She’s sitting on the couch reading when you walk in, her content smile falling when she sees the dark bags under your eyes.

She pulls you closure to her, kissing you on the forehead before gently pushing you to your knees. She’s just as obsessed with this as you are, she wants you to be good and work for her pleasure.

Your eyes light up at the thought of being between her thighs for hours, forgetting about all your troubles…

“It’s okay baby, just forget about the rest for the world”

Her lips curve into a sweet smile. She loves moments like this more than anything, she loves you more than anything. No matter what’s going on out there, behind these walls it’s just you and her.

“It’s just me and you now”.

Silverwolf

Wolfie would be incredibly shy about this, not that she doesn’t like it! It’s not that at all, in fact she loves it when you wanna get between her legs she’s just nervous about it, she’s not used to that kinda attention.

Along that same line she’s not used to all the praise you’d give her with eating her out, on the inside she’s melting when you tell her how good she looks reclined in her chair letting you have your way with her, telling her how you love her pretty whines.

On the outside though she’s a blushing mess, telling you to ‘shut up’ or that ‘you’re too cheesy’.

That’s why when you come up to her, love in your eyes, sinking to the floor in front of her she’s immediately cautious of what you’re about to do…

She’s playing one of her games but appears to be playing alone. So you decide that this is the best time to make your move, you wanna see if she can keep her focus while your head’s between her legs…

“You know…”

You drag you hands idly up her thighs.

“I could support you under the desk while you play~”

The tips of her ears turn red and she hooks her fingers under the waist band of her shorts to drag them down her legs. She doesn’t say anything, just spreads her legs obediently 💜.

Himeko

She’s a little shy about it but doesn’t show it, it makes her nervous thinking about you losing yourself between her legs but she’s such a control freak she’ll never let that nervousness show.

You want to eat her out until she falls asleep? Thats perfectly fine with her, she was having a hard time sleeping anyway so why not have some fun?

Or maybe you wanna wake her up with your head between her thighs? That’s even better. She loves waking up to your tongue deep inside her, she couldn’t ask for a better way to start her day.

At this point she’s grown so used to being woken up this way that sometimes she doesn’t even wake up, reaching her climax while still sleep. You have to wonder what kind of dreams that gives her…

You had woken up some time before her and decided you were getting bored, what better to cure your boredom than eating her out while you wait for her to wake up?

You shift yourself as quietly as possible and chuckle to yourself at the realization she slept nude last night save for the oversized shirt. Makes your life easier.

You don’t waste anymore time, diving straight between her legs. Her reactions aren’t big, you feel her roll her hips up just a little in search of more of you, quiet sighs leaving her lips.

You hadn’t expected her to wake up but you were pleased nonetheless when you felt her hand reach out, stroking your face gently with lust clouding her eyes.

“Well good morning to me”.

Natasha

She’s very pleased with this turn of events, it greatly benefits her having someone completely obsessed with her pleasure.

She spends all day, everyday taking care of everyone else so she’d love nothing more than for you to drop to your knees and fuck her brains out.

She loves anytime you come visit her at work, it never fails to make her feel less stressed whatever the nature of your visit. Though she won’t lie those days where you come spend hours under her desk hold a special place in her heart ❤️.

She doesn’t mind who’s in charge most days, if you want her to boss you around and lock you in with her long pretty legs she’ll happily oblige.

Or if you want be in charge, kissing and licking every inch of her until she’s whining with tears welled up in those big, beautiful eyes she’s just as happy to obey ~

As if on cue you walk in to her office, locking the door discreetly behind you. Her eyes flash with mischief, watching with a pleased expression at the way you make yourself at home under her desk.

You pull her legs apart and look up to say something before diving in…

“Doctors orders~”

March 7th

Definitely the shyest out of all the girls, she can never bring herself to ask you for help so she’s very relieved when she realizes how much you want to to spend all day ravishing her.

Loves and I mean loves to take pictures of you while you’re between her legs, she has an entire album dedicated to just that <33

Would wrap her legs around you so tightly, her free hand pushing the back of your head till you’re buried so deep you can hardly breath, not that you mind.

You’ll be so lost in concentration that you don’t even notice her rummaging around until you hear the *snap* of her camera…

“Smile for the picture!”

She’s a cryer so you best be careful spending so long down there. After only a few rounds her pretty eyes would already be full of tears, she can’t help it she’s just so sensitive and you’re so good with your tongue…

You almost feel bad for making her cry like that, almost. But it just feels so good fucking her how she deserves it, giving her orgasm after orgasm until even you’ve lost count…

“Y/n please…”

Oh your poor baby, her lip quivers and her thighs shake. Left over make up is running down her cheeks, leaving little black stains of mascara. The sight only spurs you on, you need to make her cum again, so you dive back in…

“Just one more baby, you can do that for me can’t you?”

Kiana Kaslana hc's with a herrscher s/o

We all know how hard it is to catch Kiana's attention with how loyal she is to Mei, so if you do, Good luck.

You probably helped or saved Kiana in a way that made her look up to you, and once she met you and is in awe of you, she will seek you out and wants to get to know you.

The both you of just clicked and got along instantly.

And of course once she got to know you more, you guys fell for each other, and then you guys went a date or three.

You help her with her cooking skills, even if you're bad at it. At least you guys are trying.

Being in a relationship with Kiana means a lot of cuddling, no ifs, ands or buts. If you both share the same bed you always wake up without a blanket. It's a package deal really.

Now to the more interesting part,

You being a herrscher doesn't faze her in the least. When Kiana found out she was really surprised, but now all she wants to do is protect you because herrschers have such a bad reputation.

At the end of the day, she hugs you a bit harder than normal, never wanting you to leave. Hoping that the illusion of a happy life with no houkai will prevail.

Dust to Dawn

Gepard x Underground Fighter! Reader (GN)

Part I| Part II| Part III

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•Growing up in the Belebog’s Underworld, you always thought the first time you’d see the sky would be a cause for celebration. It was supposed to be something to remember. Well, in a way it was.

• It starts with Scott and with Sampo, as most of your troubles do. You already told Scott that once the Silvermane guards lifted the barriers and you got your stuff sorted you were leaving the Fight Club and the Underworld and he is on you in an instant, trying to change your mind.

•You’re one of the best, a crowd favorite and while he still had his other money-makers on his payroll, the thought of even losing one cent that you could have brought him has Scott practically begging. It’s almost worth it to see that pathetic look on the old miser’s face.

•But then Scott stops you with a pitch. A big blowout, the event of a lifetime, one last fight to close out one hell of a career and a payout that he swears will be worth it. Or course, you call bullshit. You’d been fighting for years, you knew the figure he named was beyond what any fighter would make even on the biggest nights.

•What would make this one any different?

• This is where stupid fucking Sampo came in. He had apparently conned a bunch of Overworlders into coming down to Boulder Town for an “immersive historical tour” and while they didn’t enjoy getting duped and ditched like a stood-up date, they did enjoy watching people and robots beating the crap out of each other. And boy, did they have the shield to bet.

•Scott promises to you and any other fighters willing to come up to the surface that you’d all make great money at the Overworld’s first Fight Night.

•You almost say no. Almost walk away for good like you promised Natasha and Oleg. But you knew from some of the people who’d already been up to the surface that life up there, the better life you wanted, didn’t come cheap even after getting a decent job. You shake Scott’s hand one last time.

•It’s how you end up leading your fellow fighters, squeezing through Sampo’s secret tunnel leading from the Underworld to an abandoned warehouse in what he says is the Belebog Industrial district. You would have gone outside to see it for yourself but people were already starting to gather

•You had your doubts about all those stuck-up Overworlders wanting to see something as boorish as underground fighting. It’s why you made Scott sign a deal about the minimum of what he’d pay you regardless of how many people actually showed up. Listening to the crowd from the fighters’ prep room you regretted not raising the fee.

• You hated when Scott was right.

•Underworld rats and Overworld spiffs alike fill up the makeshift stands inside an abandoned warehouse in Belebog’s industrial district. From where you stand you almost can’t tell the difference between them as they cheer and roar each time a hard blow takes someone out. You almost laugh at the thought that this is what it took to unify both sides.

• The crowd settles down in a hush when the presenters announces your fight to close out the night. You were one half of the main event. The other half? A hotshot rookie who’s been rising through the ranks, fast. And while he does gives you a hell of a scrap, you weren’t one of Scott’s best for nothing.

•The fight goes on for round after round of the two of you trading blows. The rookie is relentless, a grin plastered across his face even though you’d knocked out a few his teeth a while ago. There is a manic gleam in his eye that is disturbing in how familiar it is. You’d seen enough pictures of you in action to recognise it.

• You’d lost that fire years ago. But that wasn’t a bad thing. You didn’t fight because you liked it, you didn’t fight just because you were good at it. Tonight, you were fighting because you had to. For the future and the better life that you always wanted. That is what puts you over the edge.

• It’s the reason why, with one final blow, you come out on top.

•The crowd is deafening. Cheering your name as the presenter raises your hand in triumph. You’d never seen old Scott so damn happy at seeing collector’s at the betting table are almost overwhelmed by a sea of people. Your ears are ringing, your body is beaten and you can barely hear the sound of your own breath. You don’t hear the presenter announcing when the next Fight Night will be. But you do hear when the warehouse doors burst open. “Halt! Everyone stay where you are!”

• Silver, blue and gold.

•You didn’t need to be from the surface to know those colors. “In the name of the Silvermane Guards, you are all under arrest!” Someone at the head bellows and how stupid did they have to be to think people wouldn’t run?

• It’s chaos. People leap from the stands and run for any and every exit the can find. But the Silvermanes advance with their shields interlocked, blocking all the doors. Except the one leading deeper into the warehouse.

• You make a mad dash, dodging between spears and swords to get out of the ring. Its in a far off boiler room where you find the other fighters, still recovering from their bouts, old Scott, shoving as much Shield as he can into a burlap sack, and Sampo opening up the tunnel you all came in from. You corner Scott, grabbing him by the collar.

• “What the hell, Scott?!” You snarl at him. Pieces of Shield “You said you had Seele run this by the Guardian!”

• He doesn’t even have the audacity to lie. “You think the Supreme Guardian would ever approve something like this? If so, you’re stupider than you look.” You almost deck him right then and there. But a hand grabs your shoulder.

• “My friend, I think you and I both know that this is not the time.” Sampo appeals to you, smiling somehow despite all this fucking mess. You almost wanna punch him too but then you remember the other fighters in the room. Your hands loosen on Scott’s collar.

• “Fine.” You scowl, going over to a corner of the boiler room and ripping a pipe off the wall. It bellows steam, missing the top of your head by inches. “Go. Get the others out of here.”

•The others gape. “What?! What about you?” One of them, the rookie you’d fought, asks. He looks you over, almost guilty as he takes in the blackened eye, busted lip and bruises he gave you himself.

• “If I don’t come back, you can split my prize money.” You say, running back out the door before any of them can protest further. Some of the Silvermanes had followed you and the moment they catch sight of you, they pick up the pace, the metal clinking of their armor echoing off the high warehouse ceiling.

• You wait until they’re close enough, buying as much time as you can for others. “Do not attempt to escape!” The one at the lead, some blondie who’s scowl didn’t suit his face, commands. “There is no need for any further violence. Put down the weapon and surrender yourself.”

•You smile back. “No can do, pretty boy.” You say before making a break for it and running in the opposite direction. It was a shot in the dark but if this warehouse was anything like the ones in the Underworld, there’d going to be a loading bay in the back.

•But the Silvermanes know that too and there are three of them waiting in the doorway of the bay. There is no other way but straight through them. Ignoring every ache and pain in your body, you barrel straight into the first soldier, sidestep the other and sweep the last off his feet with your pipe. You barely have time to look back and catch the dumbfounded look on blondie’s face.

•Catch ya later, soldier boy!” You give him a mock salute before you run out into the back alleys of the industrial district. You have never been here before in your life, you have no idea where you’re going. But you’re in your fighting gear and they’re in full armor. You keep running.

•The sound of combat boots and steel plates grow rapid but distant. You can’t stop now even as the adrenaline starts to fade and sores and aches of the fight set in. You’re hand clenches around the pipe as a chill starts to creep into your skin. You wonder how these Overworlders deal with such weather all the time.

• You find yourself slowing each time you pass by a lamp, trying to savor and soak up their warmth until eventually, you stop in front of one. You must have gotten away at this point, but you had gone far into the district and you look around.

• You don’t know the way back.

•“Ah shit.” You probably should have thought this through more. Ok, no problem, if you recall landmarks and retrace your steps it should be fine. You can find your way back to the warehouse and take Sampo’s tunnel. Or you could follow some street signs to the administrative district and take the cable car from there. It would be fine so long as no one was looking for you.

“Please, drop your weapon.”

You were never pious and maybe that’s why, if the Aeon of Preservation was watching, they must of thought they were funny. Turning around you come face to face with the blonde soldier from before. He looks as winded as you feel and thinking on how much trouble he went through to get here, you shrug. “Sure, whatever you say, sir.”

The pipe clatters onto the brick path and blondie’s eyes narrow. But it’s not any kind of trick. In fact you were fresh out of them and wanted more than anything, to just sit and breathe. So you do. “Mind if I take a load off, chief?”

“It’s Captain,” he amends, walking closer.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, full silver armor.

Qlipoth apparently really did have a sense of humor. You sigh, your breath coming out in a little puff of smoke in the early morning light. “Captain Gepard Landau, by any chance?”

He nods. Shoving the pipe away with his foot.

“Ah,” you say, hanging your head. “Fuck.”

He hums as if in agreement. “You are under arrest for your involvement in the illegal-“

“Yeah I know.” You brush him off with a wave of your hand. It’s callous and disrespectful in the face of a high ranking officer. “But could you give me a minute? That little marathon took a lot out of me.”

Landau gapes, then shuts his mouth as he looks you over. “You were one of the fighters.”

“Main event.” You nod.

He nods back. “You’re injured, and still you ran?”

“Buying time.”

A scowl. “For your employer? Scott Eldson?”

“Ha!” You bark and really, you shouldn’t be antagonizing the guy about to arrest you but it’s not on purpose. “The day I’d do that lying bastard any favors is the day belebog burns to the ground.” You swear and because you shouldn’t admit to any more crimes in front of the good Captain any other promises concerning Scott are made in silence.

To his credit he doesn’t mistake your malice for Scott as mockery. He purses his lips. “You did this for the others, then. Your fellow fighters.”

“I’m not telling you their names.”

He shakes his head. “There’s no need. It’s Eldson we’re after.”

“Any chance that means you’re not gonna arrest me?” You peer over at him and you can see him better, now that the night has started to recede. Though his expression has softened you recognize that small speck of suspicion in his eyes. “Ah, gotcha... I’ll come quietly.”

He nods. “Thank you.”

You attempt to rise to your feet, only to fall back flat onto your ass. “Shit!” You curse and Landau surges forward but you stop him with a hand. In hindsight sitting out in the cold in your close fitting fighting gear for several minutes is not the wisest of ideas, heat lamp or no. Whatever adrenaline powered you through your chase has drained into the bricks beneath you. You close your eyes and lie back in the snow, taking a deep breath, then another to try and stop from shaking.

You open your eyes.

And your breath is stolen right from your lungs.

Colors, the likes of which you didn’t even have a name for, splash and streak the morning. They bathe everything in a cool golden light. Even the old grouted bricks and sooty building faces shine like this. The sky itself is an expanse of the lightest blue dotted with fluffy white and peeking out from the tops of the buildings is the sun. Your eyes ache as it is blinding to look at, but you can’t tear your eyes away and can’t even remember to blink. Natasha and Oleg and all the other older folk of the Underworld have told you before what the sky looked like. They’d tell you stories, show you books and pictures.

None of them had ever done it justice.

“Are you alright?”

Landau comes into view, genuine concern breaking through his stern captain’s facade. He holds a hand out towards you but if he hadn’t put it right in fromt of your face you would have missed it for the sky.

You do take it eventually.

You end up slinging an arm over his shoulder when you find you can’t stand up on your own two feet anymore. “Please understand.” He says to you as he steadies you against him. “We are not doing this in order to make life more difficult for you as your people get used to the Overworld again.”

“I do understand.” You answer, gritting your teeth when a corner of his armor grazes one of your bruises. “But I just want to give the others a chance.”

Landau’s brows furrow. “At running?”

You shake your head.

“At living.”

He’s silent then. For the next few minutes you both don’t utter a word. Him, because he seems to be lost in thought. You because you are still staring up at the sky, taking in as much of it as you can. Eventually, Landau seems to have made a decision.

“If you and the other fighters assist in the investigation and arrest of Eldson, we can lessen any punishment you might recieve.”

That’s when you finally look away. You meet Gepard Landau’s eyes and search for any sign of deception, of judgement or contemp and find none of it. The captain himself is an unreal vision in shining silver armor, pale gold hair and eyes even bluer than the sky. He stares back, waiting for his answer and while you know he’s only trying to do his duty, you can’t help but think in that moment that you would follow him anywhere.

“You got yourself a deal, Captain.”