Mel (Requests Closed)

The Lady sees flaws in herself, that's why she loves you.

She loves you.

She thought you were beautiful, so, she decided to keep you for herself.

As her partner, you get special privileges.

Your meals are cooked to your liking.

You’d get anything you wanted.

You and The Lady would have a routine together, and she wouldn’t want anything or anyone to break it.

Sometimes she’d look at your lovely face in the mirror while brushing your hair.

You’d never be without her outside her quarters, always walking beside her down the halls of the maw.

Everyone would look at you with fear and respect, fear for any wrong move will get them eliminated, and respect for your position and being The Lady’s partner.

Her love languages are quality time, gift giving and acts of service.

She memorizes everything about you, your favorite song, color, scent, activity, everything.

She barely shows affection in public, and is not into pda.

When she kisses you, which is rare, her kisses are slow and delicate.

She loves watching you sleep.

She calls you things like “My dear”, and “My love”

She loves adorning you.

Her biggest fear is losing you.

If someone upset you? They simply… vanish.

You would never leave the Maw. She considers the outside world “unworthy” of you.

She hates mirrors because they show her flaws, but she loves seeing you in them.

When you sit beside her during her nightly tea ritual, your presence calms her in a way nothing else does.

She brushes your hair before bed. It soothes her far more than it does you.

In private, her mask comes off, she lets you see her face, her flaws, her exhaustion.

She asks for your help brushing her hair and only you may touch it.

If The Lady is jealous everyone will know about it. Not in a she tells the person off way, in an intimidating and dangerous way.

She doesn’t like when you smile at others.

Touch is completely off-limits.

If The Lady sees you injured, she will be furious, but doesn’t outright show it besides her voice being more frightening and serious.

She moves to you immediately, one hand hovering over the wound, the other cupping your face. “Who did this.”

If it was an accident, she still becomes overprotective. She guides you back to her quarters, tends to you herself, and refuses to let anyone else near you.

If someone caused it, even unintentionally?

They disappear. No scream, no trace. Simply gone.

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Romantic love is rare for you, and the last time you experienced it you got attached and then had your heart broken.

You felt as if romantic love is useless and scary. Why put effort into a person when they don't do the same? Your ex-partner was also on the aromantic spectrum, and just never felt the attraction they wanted to feel for you.

You understood but it still hurt. You've also had past relationships that you got attached to and hurt when it ended.

You didn’t like falling in love, and didn’t want to get into another relationship again.

You joined the W.A.R wanting to put love behind you by focusing on violence instead.

But you felt that familiar feeling you hated. Cheeks burning, heart pumping, butterflies in your stomach. You had a crush.

You had a crush on Mouse Ka-boom, to much of your dismay. You wanted to deny it. But anytime you were near him you couldn’t even think straight.

He had this charisma that annoyed you. You tried avoiding him but you were placed in a Strike Team with Mouse Ka-boom and his friends Flippy and Sneaky.

You didn’t want to be in a team with him, but you can’t argue with people that are higher ranking than you.

Mouse Ka-boom seemed to want to talk to you more, and it got on your nerves. You hated the feelings you had for him.

You tried to keep conversation with him short, finding ways to stay away from him. But his friends tried to make conversation with you too, but you really wanted nothing to do with him.

Focusing on what your mission is was impossible. Always thinking about him, was meddling every critical thought.

You wondered if you come off as distant. You also didn’t care, you wouldn’t want to be included with them anyway.

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As an idol, you in particular were usually creative, but you felt unmotivated recently

Your works bring emotion to those who listen, view, or read them.

Your life is… stressful to say the least

So you decided to take a stroll around Happy Tree Village and find flippy relaxing.

“Hey flippy, how are you?”

You’ve known flippy for a while and he felt comfortable enough to tell you that he has ptsd and a trauma response that was formed to keep flippy safe during the war, often turning to violent forms of protection, seeing anything that moves or breathes as a threat.

Fliqpy is what flippy calls it and whenever it sees you it acts differently. It seems as if it doesn’t perceive you as a threat.

“I’m just relaxing, though I don’t know what will happen and I’m fearful.”

“ it’s really hard not to have a PTSD episode and not to be near triggers because Happy Tree Village has triggers everywhere. My episodes are gruesome and violent to say the least.”

“Yeah it’s not pleasant to see as a bystander or a person caught in the crossfire.”

“Have I hurt you in this state?” Flippy asks concerned.

“No, well most times no, you just stare at me, which is… kinda unnerving.”

“Oh”

You guys sit in silence for a while, enjoying each other’s company. After a few minutes, you decided to break the silence.

“ I’ve… been unmotivated lately, I pride myself on being creative, but it seems as if I lost my spark.”

Flippy was reading a book that you somehow didn’t notice. He responded shortly after finishing a page.

“You’re probably overwhelmed and overworking yourself. You can take breaks you know.”

“yeah” You looked away.

Flippy closed his book, thumb holding his place.

“Losing your spark doesn’t mean it’s gone,” he said quietly. “Sometimes it’s just… buried under too much noise.”

You glanced at him. Seeing a smile on his face.

“I think,” you said slowly, “I’m scared that if I stop creating, I won’t be useful anymore.”

Flippy looked at you and his expression softened.

“You don’t have to be useful to matter.”

Before you could respond…

BANG.

The sound cracked through the air. Sharp , metallic, too close. It echoed off the trees.

Your heart dropped.

Flippy went rigid.

You saw it immediately: the way his shoulders tensed, the way his eyes unfocused, pupils shrinking.

“No…” you whispered.

His breathing turned shallow. His fingers dug into the grass, knuckles whitening.

“Flippy,” you said quickly, shifting closer but not touching him. “Hey. Look at me.”

Another distant clatter followed, someone knocking something over, laughing in the distance. Normal Happy Tree Village chaos.

But Flippy wasn’t here anymore.

“I hear it,” he muttered. “They’re close.”

“Flippy,” you said again, firmer now. “It’s not a gun. It’s just the village. You’re safe.”

His gaze snapped to you.

“…You’re not armed,” Fliqpy said slowly.

“I’m not,” you replied softly. “I’m right here. I won’t hurt you.”

Fliqpy’s fingers dug into the grass, trembling slightly. His chest heaved, and the faintest whimper escaped him.

“Stay where I can see you.” He tried to sound threatening but to you it sounded more like begging.

“I will.”

You and Fliqpy sat there in silence, 30 minutes had passed and he spoke.

“Thanks… for staying with me” but it wasn’t the voice of Fliqpy.

“No problem, flippy. I’m your friend and I want to help you with your PSTD.”

Flippy smiled. “Thanks… it’s nice to have a friend like you.”

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You would look like a normal citizen and no one would bat an eye. But once there was crime you became a hero, Spider-Cookie, and the ancient heros took notice of you.

Pure Vanilla Cookie would admire you and your skills. He would want to know how you got those powers. If you tell him you got bit by a radioactive spider, then he would worry about your well-being, but if you say it didn't and still doesn't hurt, we would think it's so cool. If you get hurt badly in battle with a villain, he would offer healing, you say it doesn't hurt much and you will heal over time. But he insisted and you couldn't just say 'no,' he would not take no as an answer so Pure Vanilla Cookie became your personal healer. Healing you after every battle and letting you rest. Don't think you are going to go somewhere without the proper rest with him as your friend.

Hollyberry cookie would love to become your friend. She'd also love to go on adventures with you. Fight villains with you, especially ones that put up a fight. You and Hollyberry Cookie would be fighting villains and winning with ease. She would introduce you to her friends and allies, offering a cup of berry juice. She introduced you to a 'cookie' who was apparently a dragon. You wonder how she befriended a dragon of all things. But she does have the Light of Passion and a liking to be at least acquaintances with everybody so you reckon those are some reasons. But you two are an adventure duo and lets nobody get in your way of saving others!

Dark Cacao Cookie would respect you. He is the strict ruler of his kingdom and his kingdom and the cookies in it are important to him, he would commend you for willing to protect the cookies that you know and don't know. You and Dark Cacao cookie have both have something you care about and will fight for, so you would become friends because of it. You don't see each other much because you both have your own problems, him with the licorice sea, and the Great Chocolate Wall, and you with the villains in your city, ones with the power to make themselves look like anybody, ones who uses special effects and hypnosis, ones who use their extensive knowledge of chemistry and robotics to trick their enemies, and more. But you still see and converse with each other about what happens from time to time.

Golden Cheese Cookie would also respect you because she also values her cookies in her kingdom. Golden cheese cookie, despite her arrogance, she acts as a kind queen that will do anything for the good of her Kingdom and her people. Likewise, you will do anything for the good of the city (and the people) you live in, and she respects that. You two are friends that think for the good of cookies. Even when you lose something important to you in the past, and never being able to fully move on from the pain of those losses, you find a solution, and do good for those things that you lost.

White Lily Cookie would love to learn more about you and your powers. Whenever you are fighting a villain she would be mesmerized by the way you fight. She'd love to try to figure out who you are. But you would always be good at hiding your identity. She wouldn't tell anyone, for the sake of your identity getting everywhere, she would just want to talk to you, as friends, outside your super hero duties. But she would also learn about how you started, and grew as a hero. She made some mistakes in the past and she's learned to learn from them, and with her old and new friends, she becomes better as not just a hero, but a cookie.

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With you acting like a cool kid makes Mk want to talk to you. Being Monkey king's successor he'd think he is pretty cool too.

When he finally talks to you, you still keep up the charade of being cool. Not wanting him to think you're weird.

You crossed each other's paths every now and then and started talking every time. With you still acting cool every time.

Mk would introduce you to his friends and Mei would love your style. Since you own a motorcycle and she owns a motorcycle, you two would be a motorcycle duo.

After you become more comfortable you start to become more relaxed and realize you have feelings for mk, and you start to hang out with him more.

You even go out on a date with him. You were not leading the conversations but you were still talking.

You hated small talk, so you tried to respond with answers that would keep the conversations going.

After the date you would be shy around him and not put on the act of being cool. You'd think he'd think you're weird, but he didn't care if you were cool or not.

He'd be super nice and respect your boundaries. You still try to act 'cool,' but he knows you're really a dork, but you're his dork.

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GOSH that was really corny