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This is Morty S-107. He works as a prostitute for all kinds of customers, and specializes on Rick’s who are in love with their Morties but refuse to confess their feelings in fear of rejection. He offers brief counselling and a shoulder to cry on, as well as the opportunity to unload all their pent up sexual frustration. He is aromatic and chucks up the fact that he is still alive to his inability to fall in love with any Rick because, in his own words, “any Morty that falls for a Rick is as good as dead”… just like it happened with his Morty co-workers/friends. His biggest dream is to go on an old-fashioned Rick and Morty adventure one more time, before he dies.

Natsu climbed into the bed and under the layers of covers. He hesitantly scooted over to Lucy and closed her in his arms careful not to startle her. After a few seconds he felt her breathing ease up and she unconsciously moved closer to his embrace.

In the morning she didn’t say anything when she woke up curled up in his arms.

The next night they ended up bundled up together once again.

When the worst of the cold eased up they never stopped.


A fan art from me and @watchmist1412 collab fic “Falling to Pieces”

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