#yis good

Mikaela loved when Yuu happened to be feeling just a littlebit needy, he loved knowing this boywanted him, even if he was technically the enemy, even if he was technically what Yuu had fought for months,had hated for years, it didn’t stop him from wanting him, proof given when he did things like this.

Of course, Mikaela could have stopped it had he wanted to,far stronger in every single way he could have pushed Yuu back, refused it, butthen… why would he want that? Instead he allowed it, arms pulling Yuu in as theboy pushed him back, pulling him into that kiss just as quickly as Yuu pressedit against him, lips taking Yuu’s as his own almost in sync with Yuu leaning upto kiss him.

She had only been back in Middle Earth for half a decade, less than a nanosecond for her and her kin, but she was trying to get in contact with her family and old friends that had decided to remain or return. With the dawn of the internet it had become much easier to do so but it was still slow going. So many names it was hard to keep track of them all and these were just returns that her sons had managed to catalog over the centuries. One name she couldn’t but desperately wanted to find was Glorfindel’s. It was possible that he’d chosen an alias but it was just as possible that he’d gone to Valinor and stayed. She hadn’t remembered seeing him but it was impossible to visit with every single last resident of Valinor, even in all the millennia she’d spent there. 

She’d been back for eleven years now, barely even a nanosecond in the eyes of an elf, but she’d managed to find some of those she’d been desperately wanting to get in contact with. Glorfindel was still not among them but she had hope, one of the many things she’d regained during her time in Valinor. It was weak but growing ever stronger; maybe it was dumb luck or maybe the universe decided to reward her at last for coming so far but while at her favorite coffee shop she heard an all too familiar voice. She took a few tentative steps towards the voice and was greeted with the face she hoped would be attached.

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