#oc nell

“I knew it,” she muttered furiously to herself now, piercing the slender plastic straw into her second pouch of energy drink. “I knew they were up to something.”

“I should have known,” TAO whispered back, peering up from her pocket. “I literally have eyes all over the ship.”

“Then why didn’t you?” Nell hissed.

“They’re very good at keeping secrets,” he snapped.

Secrets. Secrets. Nell wanted to gnaw on something. This whole time the two captains had been mingling, and they had the gall to tease her about Liza last night! She had kept her eyes nailed on the captains as they set up their market stand, how deliberately they were avoiding each other, like they were strangers who wouldn’t even dream of accidentally touching each other, as if it would convince Nell nothing was up. But she knew now, and she wasn’t about to let go so easily.

It was silly to care so much about the captains’ private affairs, she knew, but after the horrendous news of last night, it was almost nice to fret over something frivolous. She could kick her boots up on their stand, sit back and watch the flow of market-goers, sipping on her silvery pack of juice, as if scandal was the only thing to worry about.

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(inspired by this post!!)

(April 2022)

Commissioned the AMAZING @snacobie for this wonderful Kaidonella painting! They look absolutely wonderful! Thank you so much for creating this masterpiece!

Nell gets to look hot - as a treat! - for a little OC ficlet I wrote with Nell and Lemel for @lemonadesoda

Nell hasn’t worn this dress in almost twenty years, but god-damn do they look good in it - Lemel had to get a photo to send to Tevane

Little self-indulgent drabble i wrote a couple nights ago.

Mihael was merely pressing their lips together when a muffled sound reached his ears. He couldn’t help but gently slip his tongue in, and soon noticed that Nell was rather agitated.

“Mm?” He hummed pulling back. “In what exactly are you thinking?” Mihael smiled teasingly.

Nell’s breath was erratic, his eyes were shifting between humanity and bestiality at an alarming rhythm.

“Should i call the clinic?” Mihael asked gently passing his fingers across his neck.

Nell shook his head, panting a little slower. His eyes darted from side to side, trying to focus on something else.

Mihael chuckled and after adding a small “Okay” He proceeded to kiss the shorter one more time.

This time Nell moaned, his body loosened like putty in his hands.

The feeling of danger mixed with sweetness kept him on the edge, because he knew what it was like to be under Mihael, he knew how his body would keep shifting to receive more pain. More pleasure.

His hands slid against the bare skin, Nell felt his firm shoulders, the warmth against his rough hands was smooth but it bristled quickly.

“You taste really sweet. I didn’t expect you to like vanilla ice-cream”

“Are you kidding? It’s summer, dumbass, i’ll eat whatever to cool down”

Mihael chuckled and lied down aside the other. “I guess so”

Nell stares at him in surprise. He actually... stopped, that’s odd. He gets another laugh in response.

“I have a test tomorrow. Plus, i’m not in the mood. If you want to leave, go”

Nell seems even more surprised now. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. There’s no point in you being here” He answered closing his eyes.

The shorter got up and started walking towards the door. He opened and looked back before stepping outside. The other didn’t move an inch.

“...Though, i’d appreciate you staying for something that isn’t fucking”

Mihael was surprised to not hear his door closing immediately. “What about the ‘owls’?” Nell questioned.