Sleep Tight

Friendly reminder that this chapter is safe and clean. It is 99% fluff and vanilla just to cleanse your sinful souls.

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Then there are times when they genuinely just sleep together.

"I'm so sorry."

"And I'm telling you that it's okay."

This has been going on for a while now, neither side relenting. Back and forth like a broken record, they just kept on repeating their words. They're at an impasse. They're still in bed and have been for half an hour now since they woke up late. Well, it was the weekend so naturally they'd sleep in but that wasn't the only reason which kept them in place. The morning started out with them breaking routine. Usually they'd greet each other with lazy kisses or with some other form of affection in their drowsy states but today was different.

They weren't even cuddling anymore since Mukuro chose to curl up into a fetal position on the very end of one side of the bed, much to Makoto's surprise when he woke up missing her familiar warmth, his arm reaching out for her only to find a significant gap between them. She wouldn't even face him. Then she started apologizing before he could even greet her a good morning (or was it afternoon?). Even as he closed the distance and comfortingly held her from behind, telling her tenderly that it was okay, it seemed to be ineffective. She still continued berating herself despite his best efforts to soothe her. It was truly a different way to wake up today.

Today was not only different. Today was special.

"But it's our anniversary." She sulked into the pillow.

"Yes, and happy anniversary to you too." He pacified her as he continued to tenderly brush his fingers through her hair. He kissed the top of her head and then brightly chirped, "Also, good morning!"

"Oh... right. I didn't even… " She trailed sullenly. "I'm sorry." She apologized again.

"Enough with the apologies." He admonished as he gently turned her around so that they were facing even though she still kept her head down refusing to meet his eyes. He sighed and then raised her chin and smiled brightly at her when their eyes met. "Now can I get my morning kiss?"

He looked like a puppy excitedly waiting for a treat and not even in her worse moods could she refuse that face.

She pecked him lightly on the lips. "Morning." She intentionally omitted "good" because it was hardly a good morning for her. She could've gone for more than just a peck but she just wasn't in the mood right now.

He grinned goofily like he had gotten the best treat ever. "Thank you. Now let's get up so we can properly celebrate." He declared as he sat up and stretched.

She distractedly followed his example but with her eyebrows furrowed. "But we're… here." She said flatly.

"Yes, and we need to get out of the bedroom if we want to get anything done." He seconded.

She paused and then defensively hugged her knees to her chest. "No, I mean. You know what I mean." She scowled lightly and then her head drooped guiltily again. Her voice was so small, about as small as she felt right now. "We're supposed to be elsewhere. We had plans."

"Plans change." He casually decided as he placed a hand supportively on her shoulder and then leaned towards her as he tenderly said, "You're in no condition to leave the house."

A pang of guilt struck her. "But maybe I can-"

"Mukuro." He abruptly and sternly cut her off which had her taken aback because for a moment, he sounded deadly serious. He looked at her determinedly and then questioned her in tender voice but also with an underlying tone of sternness. "Do you want to go out?"

Outside? Did she really want to go out? Why? So she could feel twice as worse out there? Definitely not. She just shook her head.

"See? Then it's decided." He smiled approvingly.

But this wasn't just about her and her preferences. So she just had to ask him, "Are you really okay with this?"

"I'm okay as long as you're okay." He kissed her affectionately on her forehead. "And you're definitely not okay right now." He frowned slightly.

"I know. I'm sorry for messing up the plans." She furiously rubbed her eyes, tears were forming around the edges and she wouldn't let them dare reach her cheeks.

"Hey, stop that." He chided softly as his hand moved until he had an arm slung across her shoulders while he gently held her in some form of a hug. "We both know it's not your fault."

"But it kind of is." She sniffed as she buried her face further into her hands.

"It's natural. You really have no control over it so you couldn't have predicted this." His hand was drawing soothing circles on her shoulder as his other hand stroked her head in an effort to pacify her.

"But still…" She bit her bottom lip as she choked and stopped an oncoming sob.

"That's not all there is to it, huh. This is more than just the plans." He sighed but he was being patient, he didn't even force her to look at him. He kept his hand on one of her shoulders as he casually leaned his head on her other shoulder. "What are you really worried about?"

"You're not… disappointed?" She asked hesitantly, her voice muffled by her palms.

"With you? Never." He answered confidently. "Now stop acting like this is the first time we've been through this. I haven't left you all those times and I certainly won't this time either. Especially not now that we're married."

"Really?" She peeked in between her fingers only to find his face already in front of hers.

"Absolutely." He gently pulled down on her hands to reveal her flushed face. Their noses bumped affectionately. Eskimo kiss. He smiled warmly at her. "You go on ahead and set up the TV. I'll go get you another warm compress and comfort food. Any requests?"

"Pretzels. Please." She sheepishly said and returned his smile with a timid version of hers.

"Got it. Meet you at the couch." He said as he pecked her one last time before leaving her to take care of her needs while he went ahead and took care of the other preparations.

They may have successfully gotten out of bed for now but it was still a long day that waited for them. Or maybe it would be more accurate to say that it was going to be a long week. It was exhausting for both of them, more on her part, but it was also unavoidable. And although today was different, it wasn't anything new. Anniversary aside, this wasn't the first time that she got overemotional. They've handled this numerous times before. Heck, they've been going through this every month.

This was just how they were whenever Mukuro was on her period.

Thank goodness though that it was the weekend. She's much more sensitive on weekdays probably because of the added stress of having to go to work. She just felt especially guilty this time because it was their anniversary and they already booked a place to stay over and relax but as luck would have it, she just had to have her period. They could have pushed on with the trip but it then her menstrual cramps made it evidently clear that she wouldn't enjoy it anyways. So they've talked about it and came to the agreement to cancel the trip. That was last night. When morning came, she was struck with the sudden heavy feeling of guilt and just the general feeling of wanting to curl up into a ball. She was always particularly sensitive on the second day. But he was already used to her fits of self-deprecation so they managed to pull through the first part.

And now for the hard part which was surviving the rest of the day.

Napkins were essential by default but a warm compress came close to second. It was almost hard to believe that there was a time when Mukuro hadn't properly utilized a warm compress and it was even harder to believe that this discovery of its true potential was all from Makoto's suggestion. She hadn't used a warm compress before, at least not for menstrual cramps, but that didn't diminish how great it felt now. She has never taken any pain relievers before but she assumed that the feeling was close enough. The warmth wasn't just distracting, it was pain alleviating. And although she has never been wounded before, her period was the closest thing she could get to an injury because of how much it hurt. And the warm compress became her best friend during these trying times.

As for comfort food, Mukuro absolutely loved pretzels. They were her number one go to craving and nothing else ever came quite close. They were also convenient in that they came in two important flavors: plain and salted for salty cravings, and chocolate for sweet cravings. But as it turned out, it was more than just the flavors which got her hooked on them. Makoto had asked her one time why she liked pretzels in particular. She said there was something stress relieving about biting down on something and hearing the satisfying crunch accompanied by it. She also added that the sound reminded her of bones breaking and sometimes she liked to imagine them as her enemies' bones breaking. He sincerely hoped that she was just joking at that time. And she never did confirm nor deny if it was a joke.

As for the TV, they weren't going to binge watch on anything. They tried that a few times before and it either bored her or placed her in an even fouler mood. On better days, they would try going out and it's only when they went to the arcade once did they finally figure out what was most therapeutic for her. However, the arcade had closed hours and the game they wanted to play wasn't always available. So now they have a videogame console so they could play whenever they wanted to, as much as they wanted to, and best of all, without even leaving the comforts of their home.

All of their games were shooter types with soldiers and mercenaries as a recurring theme and they even bought customized controllers that looked like rifles. Not only was it nostalgic for Mukuro, it was also a great outlet for misplaced aggression as she took out her frustration on pitiful NPCs or unsuspecting players on online mode. It's kind of like cheating because of her talent but it's not like she was in it for the competition. She just really wanted to shoot people and she could only do that in videogames without all the consequences in real life.

With all the essentials, food and entertainment set up, all that's left was to take position. For Mukuro, her favorite position was small spoon.

Makoto was definitely the smaller of the two but that didn't stop him from becoming the big spoon whenever they cuddled. Mukuro was insistent on it and especially so whenever she was on her period. She reasoned that she felt much better with him embracing her rather than the other way around and he wasn't one to argue with her especially not when she was so earnest with her request. She rarely asked for anything whenever she wasn't on her period so he pampered her to no end whenever she was. They once tried it the other way around though and she wasn't all too pleased. But he still thought it was worth it because the face she made as she demanded a switch was all too precious and cute.

They settled into their usual position on the couch and just like always, he asked, "Comfy?"

"Very." She answered readily with a small smile as she nestled deeper into his embrace.

With his short stature, Mukuro has to slouch a bit and Makoto has to stretch beyond his limits just so he could place his chin on top of her shoulder. His arms would be wrapped around her and settled just in front of her stomach while she had her arms haphazardly on top of his. And although it made playing the game harder for him, he didn't mind that at all. It had its perks too. Sure it made angling the controller more awkward but with this position, his face was right next to hers. So whenever she scored a point, he'd reward her with a quick kiss on the cheek. This didn't go by unnoticed by her. Once she figured out the reward system, she started scoring even better. Sometimes, she'd ask for a different kind of kiss to which of course he'd always obliged.

It was all fun and games until one half of the screen blacked out.

"Makoto? What happened?" She asked worriedly as she continued to snipe in-game.

"Oh, I died." He casually replied, not at all bothered by the turn of events. "Someone must have shot me. And since this is sudden death mode, I won't be respawning until the next round."

"I see." She said levelly, her eyes never leaving the screen.

"So I'll be cheering you on from behind!" He lightheartedly joked. "Get it? Cause I'm literally right behind you."

"Funny." She commented although she looked like that was the last thing on her mind.

There was a dark sudden growing tension in the room.

"Mukuro?" Now it was his turn to worry. " Are you… are you okay?" He asked cautiously..

"Just peachy." She deadpanned as her rifle controller swiftly moved.

Shots were fired and then a new record had been made.

"Did you just kill all of them? In ten seconds?" He questioned her with a dumbfounded look, his jaw agape at what just happened. The scoreboard screen flashed at them as the round was finished just like that.

"Five if this were real life." She answered matter-of-factly.

"Mukuro! Did you just take out your anger on them because you were upset that I lost early?" He admonished as he continued to stare at her accusingly but her eyes refused to meet his.

"No…" She firmly denied.

"Then why did you do that?" He pushed.

"I just don't want to play this game anymore." She casually shrugged as she put down her controller.

This too was a common part of their routine.

He sighed as he set aside his controller so that he could hold her in a loose embrace instead. "I'm not mad, you know." He started tenderly. "I mean you obviously are. But I'm not." He then affectionately nuzzled his face into her hair and murmured, "I think it's sweet that you're overprotective."

"Can we do something else now?" She dodged the issue. He let it slide this time but only because he saw just how pink the tips of her ears were.

"Alright, then how about we have a proper dinner?" He enthusiastically proposed.

"I don't really want to eat though…" She turned down his offer with a slight frown.

"That's because you've been eating nothing but junk food this whole time. You ruined your appetite." He chided her and then he lightly poked her stomach.

"Well you spoiled me." She refuted with a huff.

"I-" He was about to argue against that only to realize that she wasn't necessarily wrong. He did spoil her. "Okay, that's fair enough." But could you blame him? She rarely needed assistance and it felt good to be relied on once in a while.

"Hmph." She silently gloated in triumph.

Well if they weren't going to eat and she didn't want to play anymore then what else were they supposed to do? They had to do things at her pace and so he asked for her input, "So what do you want to do?"

She turned her head to look at him and then she twisted her body just so she could hug him back. "Can we stay like this?" She murmured into his skin, his warmth and scent lulling her into a trance. "Just a little bit longer." She contentedly sighed into the crook of his neck.

"For as long as you want." He agreed as he affectionately kissed her crown of hair.

Without them knowing, night had already descended on them.

They stayed like that for a long while, embraced comfortably. Even though Mukuro's eyes were closed, her face was still expressive. Her eyebrows would furrow or she'd shut her eyes with more effort every once in a while which meant the menstrual cramps were back with vengeance. Whenever Makoto noticed this, he'd rock her back and forth and hum a tune. Sometimes it was a song he had heard on the radio but most of the time, it was a lullaby he had heard from his childhood. It seemed to help her deal with the pain or at least he'd like to think so. At some point, Mukuro's breathing evened out much to both of their relief. Afterwards, he'd gently scoop her into his arms, careful not to wake her up.

This was one of those rare moments where he'd be the one to carry her- bridal style.

He took pride in this because usually it was the other way around. That and he wasn't the strongest of men and it certainly didn't help that he was shorter than her so carrying her proved to be quite the challenge. But even though he'd always just barely make it to the bedroom, he was sure that he'd never drop her. Ever. There was this one time, the first time actually, when he came close but to be fair, he wasn't just close to dropping her, he was close to dropping altogether since his arms weren't used to weight lifting. But he pushed through that one and he's been getting better at it ever since. He'd carry her with all his strength to their bed and then tuck her in nicely so she'd sleep more comfortably.

He was just about to go and warm up another compress for her when a strong hand reached out for his, their wedding bands clanged upon contact, and he was abruptly pulled back into the sheets.

She peppered him all over with lazy kisses, her eyes still closed. "You do know that I wasn't really asleep and that I was only faking it because I wanted you to carry me."

He kissed her back. "I know." No, he actually did not know that but he did know that she was mumbling. Even if she wasn't asleep, she was practically half-asleep now.

"You're too nice." She pointed out in between her kisses.

"It's called being considerate." He chuckled wholeheartedly.

"You're too nice." She repeated still as she nuzzled closer to his chest and tangled their legs. She sighed contentedly. "And warm."

"And reliable." He added.

"And... reliable." She seconded with a yawn.

"And handsome." He continued.

"And…" She paused and opened one eye at him. "Cute."

"Can't blame me for trying." He chuckled lightly and then kissed her on the forehead. "Now that I know that you're awake, you should get some proper sleep."

"Don't wanna." She shook her head for emphasis which slightly tickled him.

"And why not?" He asked playfully.

"You're going to leave me here." She pulled back only to all out pout at him.

"Only to get you a new warm compress." He said with a smile.

"No need." She then buried again her face in the crook of his neck tightened her hold on him. "You're already warm enough." She nuzzled deeper.

He sighed as he absentmindedly began brushing his fingers through her hair. "Will you promise to sleep if I stay?"

"What else do you expect me to do?" She questioned him and if he had looked closely, he would've seen the unusual glint in her eyes as she suggestively offered, "Unless you want to do something else…?"

And before he could answer to that, she made quick work on him.

Her hands had surreptitiously crept inside his shirt. One was right on top of his chest where his heart was starting to beat wildly in anticipation. She drew light and lazy circles there which made his throat dry in a matter of seconds. There was something innocent yet also suggestive in the way her finger traced patterns, her nail occasionally scraping lightly, teasingly, on his skin. Meanwhile her other hand rested precariously on the waistband of his pants, her thumb slowly, temptingly, traced a straight line on the edge of one side. Her fingers daringly thrummed below it and he swore she felt his heart as it excitedly drummed along. He gulped audibly.

"N-no, of course not!" He stammered, suddenly feeling warm all over.

"Not ever?" She asked innocently as her hand not so innocently slipped inside the edges and then played with the garter of his pants. Her fingers were deep enough that he felt the contrasting coldness of her wedding ring skim across his now burning skin.

He flushed harder but he maintained his collected composition. He took a deep to cool himself down and then steadily answered, "Not until you feel better."

Her hand lingered there for a few more moments as if testing him still. The seconds agonizingly stretched as her fingers playfully fiddled with the waistband. But thankfully, she eventually pulled her hand back and placed it on his back which was much safer but still underneath his shirt. She didn't just place her hand there, she languidly dragged it there, across his spine, up to its new spot right between his shoulderblades. Her hand was like trailblazer and every inch of skin it touched was lit on fire. A delicious shiver shook his frame and he could have sworn he heard her giggle.

"Good." She said approvingly as she cuddled closer to him.

He didn't know what just happened or where the urge to do that had came from but the important thing was that it seemed to pacify her enough.

"Told you I didn't need a warm compress." She cheekily remarked. "Look, you're even warmer now." She smirked triumphantly.

His body temperature rose even higher when she pointed it out.

"Okay, now are we ready to sleep?" He asked as he fought a losing battle to control his blush.

"You should ask yourself. You look more ready to do something else." She said while stifling a giggle.

"I do not!" He protested indignantly. "And even if I am, it's your fault!" He wanted to believe that he was red from anger and not from embarrassment. Who was he kidding? He was totally red from embarrassed.

She couldn't hold it in any longer, a wonderful giggle escaped her lips. And the infectious joy in it was worth every bit of his shame.

"Happy anniversary, Makoto." She smiled widely at him.

"Oh, sure. Now you bring that up." He grumbled although his voice gave away that he was just being playful. "Happy anniversary, Mukuro."

She then pulled him in for a kiss to which he passionately returned.

Only to pull back within moments. "Wait. Was that an anniversary kiss or a good night kiss?"

"Just shut up and kiss me." She pulled him in again.

They forgot to say "I love you" but then again maybe they didn't. They're already past that stage. Their relationship ran so deep now that they don't need to say the exact words anymore. It was more than obvious in their candid smiles, in their stolen kisses, in their lingering touches, and in so many more ways especially in the way that they could just be comfortable around each other. The morning may have started terrible but they always ended the night well as they lay contentedly in each other's arms.

And although not every night was steamy, each night they spent together was just as important. Because they're not in it just for the sex. As great as that is, their relationship is even greater than that. Intercourse can be exciting and certainly exhilarating but it's also important to take it slow sometimes. There's also something wonderful about just laying with each other unguarded and in absolute content all the while finding peace and happiness in that. Just the presence of their partner was enough to lull them into a blissful slumber as their hearts were filled to the brim with warmth and love.

So there were times when they genuinely just sleep together.

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Shinra-ex-SOLDIER

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OMAKE

First Blood

The sheets were stained red.

Red with blood. She felt her stomach lurch. For Mukuro, any single drop of it was enough sign for injury. As far as she knew, she never had one and she certainly slept with none. Which only left one other suspect for injury. Concern etched her features as she unceremoniously pulled up Makoto from their shared bed, forcing him to sit up, and promptly performed a body search.

"Mukuro?" He asked with half-lidded eyes and a yawn escaped his lips. "What's going on?"

"I'm searching for wounds." She said distractedly as she meticulously continued her inspection.

"Okay." He said groggily. Usually any mention of harm would have kicked him into overworry mode but he was still half-asleep. And despite getting suspected for wounds, he didn't feel anything remotely painful so his mind was still preoccupied from trying to reel in more sleep. However he was still awake enough to recognize the urgency in her actions even if he didn't understand them yet. "But why?" He asked confusedly.

"Because there's blood on the sheets." She said matter-of-factly.

That got his full attention as his mind blared at him in alarm. His eyes frantically scanned their bed- "Oh…" He mumbled as soon as he saw the bloodstain. Now fully awake, he wracked his brain for a possible explanation. If she was searching him then that meant she wasn't wounded. But he wasn't wounded either or at least he knew he wasn't. People don't just get wounds overnight just from sleeping, right?

A look of epiphany dawned on him.

But just to be sure, he discreetly checked her behind when she wasn't looking. It only confirmed his assumption. He sighed in relief and then smiled at her reassuringly. "Don't worry, nobody's injured or anything like that."

"How can you be so sure?" She asked him skeptically with an eyebrow raised at him. There was something off about his smile. He was smiling tenderly, understandingly, and knowingly. "You look like you already know why there's blood here."

"Maybe because I do." He said sheepishly. Before she could ask any more, he suddenly clapped his hands once. "I think we should get changed first."

"But the-"

"Can be dealt with after a good shower." He insisted as he stood up and lightly pushed her towards the bathroom. "And you know what? I think you should go ahead first."

"Okay?" She conceded as she took out a set of clothes from her side of the dresser and eyed him suspiciously. She didn't understand why he wanted her to use the bathroom or why he was being so assertive about it. There's still the issue about the bloodstain but based from the body check she performed on him, he didn't have any injury whatsoever. So at the very least, he wasn't in any immediate danger.

It still bothered her but she also had the faintest suspicion that he was leading her towards the answer to the mystery.

"Don't mind me. Take all the time you need in there." He hummed innocently at her and then she closed the door.

A few minutes and a change of clothes later, Mukuro finally came out of the bathroom, fresh and enlightened.

"Well that explains the cramps." She deadpanned.

He smiled weakly at her. "Were you expecting it?"

"Kind of. It's a day early so maybe that's why it slipped past my mind." She shrugged nonchalantly. And then she lowered her head bashfully as she spoke in a small voice. "Sorry if I freaked you out earlier. You know with the body check and all."

"It's okay. I wasn't even freaked out. Just surprised." He reassured her as he smoothly and casually told her with a shy smile, "I think it was cute of you."

"...!" It was never too early for Makoto to shower her with affection and Mukuro was too busy blushing to actually come up with a response to that.

He didn't even notice the effect he had on her as he casually carried on the conversation. "Anyways since you're on your period, are you stocked up on supplies?"

"Oh, you mean… yeah. Yes, I am." She awkwardly replied, still haven't quite recovered yet. She blamed the hormones for her delayed reaction.

"Okay then that's one less thing to worry about." He cheerfully said and then he handed her an improvised small warm bag. "Here, I made you a warm compress while you were in there. Remind me to buy you a proper one or at least a spare next time we go out to buy stuff."

"I don't really need a warm compress…" She protested even though she already took it with one hand and then subconsciously lowered it until it was right below her naval. It felt nice.

"No, but it'll help. You'll feel way better." He advised enthusiastically. "I also checked out our food supplies. We're actually low on comfort food right now so I'm going to head out and buy some. Any requests? Better write anything that you need so I can get them for you."

"Oh, okay." She replied, still somewhat lost but also grateful. "Thank you."

"No problem!" He chirped.

He continued to hum as she silently wrote down a list of necessities but they were mostly cravings she usually had. There was something surreal about this whole exchange that she couldn't quite point out.

"You're surprisingly… reliable." She pointed out.

"I'll take that as a compliment." He chuckled lamely.

"No, sorry. That came out wrong." She shook her head as she tried to reword again what she actually meant. "It's just that you're uncharacteristically calm. Usually you panic or get all awkward whenever there's a new situation."

"I guess I can see your point. I'm not really the calm and collected type." He scratched the back of his head like he always did whenever he was embarrassed. "It's probably because this isn't really new for me."

"How so?" She tilted her head in curiosity.

"I grew up with Komaru. As her only sibling and older brother at that, I had to deal with hers." He crossed his arms as he recounted a few memories. "I've gotten plenty of learning experiences since she'd ask me for help whenever mom couldn't."

"Oh… that makes sense." She concurred. But still, he was surprisingly good at handling this, even better than her or Junko ever was. Then again, the twins' periods were in synch so they were both horrible at taking care of each other.

"So yeah." He shrugged nonchalantly. And then he reached out and cupped her face as he asked her with concern, "How are you feeling so far?"

"Terrible." She groaned as she leaned into his touch, the warmth of his hand was inviting.

"Figures." He chuckled lightly and the sound warmed her heart. It was more effective than any warm compress. He then grinned at her encouragingly before pulling her into a tight and reassuring hug. "Just toughen it out for a few days. And if there's anything you need, don't hesitate to ask me, okay?"

"Okay." She nodded and then mumbled something which was lost in his hair.

"Hm?" He pulled away a bit to better hear her but she only kept him locked in place.

She nuzzled against his hair. "Can we… cuddle some more?"

"Of course." He answered tenderly and then he felt her embrace tighten. He couldn't help but smile against the crook of her neck and dropped a quick peck at her jaw. "Anything else?"

"I'm good." She took a deep breath, inhaling his scent and a wave of warmth filled her to the brim. She exhaled with a smile dancing on her lips. This was nice and she was satisfied. "For now…"

There's still a few more days to go until this horrible feeling leaves her but she thought that maybe it wouldn't be so bad- not when she had such a wonderful boyfriend to rely on.

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If you were wondering what that 1% was well now you know ;)

I just love period fics? I mean no one talks about periods in fics, like this is an important issue that should be handled properly especially when in a relationship because it's impossible that this won't be brought up (unless they're both guys). I just really want good period fics. If anyone would like to share some headcanons then that would be even better and I will love you unconditionally.

FUN FACTS: 1) I wrote the first draft for this before I even wrote chapters 1-2

2) I just wanted to see Naegi as big spoon and also videogames

3) The slightly steamy part near the end was not planned, it just happened okay

Anyways, that's it for this trilogy! Holy shit was that a sinful ride you thirsty bastards. I can't believe I actually went out and sullied my sfw name just for this OTP (actually I can and NO REGRETS!)

All good things must come to an end. Seriously, I can't be sinning forever you know. Maybe someone else will read this and pick up the mantle. Who knows? But this one's complete. I'm going to focus now on other fics. I hope you enjoyed the trilogy! Stay awesome!