Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN THE PREVIEW PICTURE! IT BELONGS TO Rinmarugames AND PrinceofRedRoses ON DEVIANTART! I also do not own any of the characters. All I own is the storyline.


"Oi! You! Pixie!"

The loud, booming voice behind her made Natsuki start a little, glass of ale in her hand jerking slightly under the keg. She let out a small groan of annoyance, decidedly quiet enough that no one sitting at the bar could hear her.

"I'll be right with you!" she called out, putting on the best customer voice she could.

She finished pouring the glass and turned around to slide it across the counter to one of the regulars, a tired old man with scraggly gray hair and a long, grizzled beard. He gave her a brief nod of thanks, and she began walking over to the source of the voice.

It had come from a couple of burly men sitting at the corner of the bar, talking noisily about who won the latest gladiator fight or some other over-compensatory masculine bullshit, as well as rating the attractiveness of several of the women in the bar on the ever-so-familiar and ever-so-annoying 1-10 scale.

Oh, great. That's just great.

One of the men whistled as Natsuki walked over. She bristled, struggling to retain her cheerful smile.

"So what'll it be?" she asked, trying her best to sound nonchalant and keep the annoyance out of her voice.

One of the men whistled again, slightly more obnoxiously this time.

"Oi, look at that!" the other one said. His friend snickered. "She's even cuter up close!"

"How long you been around here, sweetheart?" the first man said, leaning over the counter and leering at her.

Whatever customer-pleasing façade Natsuki had been planning on putting on started to crack. Her fists clenched at her sides, and her expression shifted into a deep scowl.

"Don't call me that," she said through clenched teeth. "And I'm not cute!"

They both ooed, and the first man hooted. "Oh, she's a feisty faerie!"

Natsuki looked disdainfully down at one of the pink pigtails swishing back and forth at the side of her head. Of course. Of course, being born part faerie and she couldn't inherit the lacy butterfly wings, or any of the magic powers. No, she just had to inherit the bright, flashy hair that could readily be picked out of any human crowd, like a blaring horn announcing her (often unwelcome) presence.

Not that she minded the color in particular. It was kind of a nice shade of candy pink, she thought. She just wished it didn't single her out so easily.

"I beg to differ, tuts," the second man said. "You're adorable."

He unexpectedly reached out a meaty hand and cupped her chin between thick fingers, forcing her face up to look at him. Her mouth twisted in disgust and she backed away.

"Can I help you with anything?" she hissed, fists at her sides starting to shake.

"Sure, give me the strongest thing you got, tuts." The first man said. He leaned even further over the bar, his putrid breath starting to blow puffs in her face.

"Not as strong as my game last night!" The other man made a circle with his finger and thumb and stuck his other finger through it. His friend hooted.

Natsuki winced. It was an impressive feat to be both that cringeworthy and disgusting at the same time, but this man had somehow done it. "Come on…do you really have to do that here?" she growled.

The first man gasped in mock horror. "Careful, you might ruin her innocence!" he mocked.

"Yeah, what's a sweet little thing like you doing serving big kid drinks in a place like this?" the other man added.

"Yeh, what are ya, 14?" the first man crowed. They both laughed again.

"Wha—?" Natsuki clenched her teeth. "What the hell? I'm 18!"

"Oh, so she is legal!" The second man reached out and grabbed hold of the end of her pigtail, beginning to twirl it around his finger. "Oh, the things I would do to that pretty faerie hair if I got hold of you alone…" he muttered, half to himself.

Okay, that's the last straw!

Natsuki lifted her hand and pushed the man's hand away with such intense force that even he seemed alarmed by it. "Hey! What the hell is your problem? Knock it off!"

The first man snorted. "Or what? You'll kick us out?"

"Yeah, all 70 pounds of you?" the other added mockingly.

Natsuki sputtered angrily for a few seconds, unsure of how to respond.

"I'll…I'll get my manager!" she finally settled on.

"What, Ol' Swinsey?" The first man let out a deep, throaty laugh. "He's not gonna kick up a fuss about us jus' looking at the newest snack he has for sale. We've been coming here for ages."

Natsuki squared her shoulders and stood up as straight as she could, looming over the two men as much as a 4'11 girl could.

"So? You think that gives you a free pass to treat me however you like? I'm not a piece of meat!"

The second man snorted. "Sweetheart, you're a barmaid. If you didn't want men noticin' you, you should've taken a job somewhere else."

Natsuki bristled, hands trembling with rage as she grabbed the edge of the bar in an attempt not to explode.

There were no other jobs available in town, you piece of shit! You think I wanted to work here?

"Yeah, I'm the bartender," she growled finally. "Which means I'm paid to serve you drinks, not be a piece of ass to suit any creep's fancy. But go ahead and eye-fuck me if you want, I won't be able to stop you. I guess you're used to settling for that, since that's all you'll ever get from any sane girl, I imagine," she added slyly, smirking.

It was the two men's turn to bristle furiously. "W—what?!" the first one sputtered.

Natsuki laughed dryly. "Oh, I bet the girls just come running when they catch wind of the lovely aroma of cow shit! Or maybe it's the obnoxious loud-mouthed drivel that draws them in."

The two men briefly exchanged a confused glance before smiling proudly.

"It's both!" the first one boomed, evidently not picking up on her sarcasm.

"I'm sure," Natsuki said scathingly. She turned to the man who hadn't ordered yet, frowning and letting out a resigned sigh.

"So do you want anything?"

"I'll 'ave what 'e's 'aving," he said, pointing to his friend with his thumb.

"Okay, I'll get that for you," she said, taking care to omit the usual friendly "as soon as I can" that she usually added on the end for most of her customers.

As she turned and walked away, she heard the two men hoot and holler and shout a flurry of lewd comments after her about the shape of her ass. She sucked in her breath, struggling to keep her composure as she let out a long, irritated grunt and rolled her eyes as far back as they would go.

One of these days, I'm going to beat the shit out of one of those types of guys on pure adrenaline.

Okay, maybe not, but that's what she had to tell herself to calm the buzzing anger in her mind. Really, it was a wonder she had kept this job for so long without murdering anyone.

She made her way to the back room and purposely took her time as she wandered through the kegs and barrels, muttering to herself as she scanned the labels on each.

"Stupid pricks…think I'm just some bimbo faerie girl…I'll show them!"

"Difficult customers?"

The voice behind her made her start slightly. She opened her mouth to snap, but her shoulders slumped in relief once she realized who it was.

"Sayori!" She turned around and smiled weakly at her friend before her face fell back into a scowl again. "Yeah, a couple of lewd assholes kept making all these cracks about wanting to fuck me. Like…like I'm just an ass and a pair of tits or something. Just…ugh!" She grabbed the edge of a barrel, gritting her teeth in frustration.

"Oh wow, I'm sorry." Sayori screwed up her face in sympathy. "Sometimes people here are the worst."

"Tell me about it!" Natsuki threw her arms up in the air. "Just…" She sighed wearily. "Sometimes I don't even know if it's all worth it. I've been here putting up with this crap for months, and I still don't even have close to enough to start a bakery. Sometimes I feel like I'm gonna be stuck here serving creeps forever."

"Hey, it'll be okay Natsuki!" Sayori put a hand on her shoulder. "You'll get there, I promise! You just gotta keep going and never give up, even when stuff sucks! Because one of these days, everyone's gonna be flocking to your shop for their morning teacakes, and you can charge the jerks that try hitting on you extra." Sayori grinned slyly.

Natsuki smiled gratefully at her. Sayori always had such a can-do attitude about everything, something Natsuki wished she could have. She had always admired that about the peach-haired girl.

"Damn right, they will!" she replied, straightening with confidence. "My teacakes are gonna be so good that everyone who's ever picked on me in this dumb town is gonna beg me for forgiveness so they can have one!"

"Yeah! That's the spirit!" Sayori pumped her fist in the air.

"Yeah!" Natsuki copied the gesture, caught up in her friend's enthusiasm for a moment before her face returned to an annoyed scowl, her arms crossing almost of their own accord.

"But I have no idea how I'm going to survive this crap long enough to get to that point," she muttered.

Blue eyes softened in sympathy. "Hey, tell you what," Sayori said gently. "You seem pretty aggravated, so why don't you take a break for a little while and I'll get those two big jerks their drinks?"

"You'd do that for me?" Natsuki's eyes widened. "But…Sayori, if I took a break you'd have to mind the whole bar!"

"That's all right, I can manage!" Sayori flashed one of her signature confident, sunshiney grins. "They don't call me 'Sayori the Bar Queen' for nothing!"

Natsuki narrowed her eyes. "No one calls you that."

"That's not true!" Sayori pouted defiantly. "I call me that!"

Natsuki smirked. "Yeah, I'm not sure that counts."

"Does too!" She let out a disappointed huff, but didn't seem to want to argue about it for any length of time. "What did those two guys want to drink, anyway?"

"Said 'give us the strongest stuff you got.'" Natsuki rolled her eyes. "Typical 'tough guy' bullshit."

"Oh, that doesn't surprise me. I'll bet they think that makes them look so manly." Sayori giggled, and Natsuki joined in. "Anyway, I'll take care of them. You just sit back and relax for a while. I'd say you deserve it."

"Thank you, Sayori." Natsuki smiled gratefully at her friend again. Sayori waved goodbye to her before disappearing into the front room. Natsuki leaned up against a nearby keg and slowly exhaled.

This is going to be a long day, I can already tell.

Even after she finished her break, Natsuki figured that with her luck, the two beefy men would still be hunched over the bar, readying themselves to throw perverted comments at her as soon as she walked their way.

She roamed the back room and made careful notes in her mind of the location of every possible barrel of gin, tonic, rum, wine, or beer, as she often did during her breaks. Knowing the exact location of every drink the tavern had to offer meant faster service, and faster service meant a better tip.

As usual, it didn't take long for her to grow antsy and bored after trekking along the same pathways and passing all of the blandly familiar spots in the maze of kegs (in the months she had been here, she had learned every corner and facet of this drafty room far better than she ever would have liked to). After several minutes that felt more like a stretch of dragging eternities, she cautiously peeked out into the front room of the tavern, taking care to open the door as little as she could.

She let out a breath of relief upon realizing that the two burly men were no longer sitting at the bar. She crept out and leaned up against the bar counter, surveying the beginnings of the afternoon lunch rush.

She wrinkled her nose slightly as she realized that the odor of the two men still lingered in the air. Either they left a stench wherever they went, or they were still in the tavern somewhere. Natsuki hoped it was the former, even if it meant she would have to give the countertop a more vigorous cleaning than usual before she went home today.

Her eyes fixed lazily on the tavern door, watching with a sort of detached curiosity as people slipped in and out. It wasn't anything particularly enrapturing, just the usuals coming in for an afternoon meal or a drink and the occasional traveler burdened with packs hauling their bags in to buy a room for the night. Nonetheless, it was enough to keep Natsuki's tired mind entertained enough to where she didn't start to fidget again.

She found the monotony of it all was causing her eyelids to slowly drift shut, her arms sliding haphazardly to the side on the polished wood as her head slumped down onto them. The din of voices and the quiet, distant clatter of dishes lulled her into a sense of peace, her body feeling light and heavy at the same time as she slipped seamlessly into the peculiar, suspended state of being half-awake and half-dreaming.

And that was about when she walked in.

Natsuki's disjoined, increasingly incoherent thoughts would've written the moment off as a bizarre half-dream, had it not jerked her awake so forcefully that she stumbled backward and nearly fell flat on her back behind the bar.

The newcomer was glowing like a full moon. Well, not literally, but she may as well have been.

Formidably tall with slightly-pointed ears, her skin was pale and bright, seeming to shine like white moonlight wherever the light hit it. Her hair spilled down to her waist in long, glossy deep violet tendrils, curling slightly at the ends into dozens of delicate crescents. Her dress swept out behind her in a silken flutter, white underskirt billowing serenely around a perfectly-curved set of hips as she walked. The sky-blue of the silk was accented with heavy gold plates at the chest, waist, and shoulders, as well as elegant white armbands.

What was most striking (if Natsuki could even pick a single thing) were the vibrant, gleaming amethysts embedded impeccably into some of the gold accents or the one hanging from her necklace in an exquisite rich purple prism.

They went perfectly with her eyes. Eyes that Natsuki only managed to get a brief glance of but that were, to her way of thinking, the exact color of wisteria flowers and the most gorgeous shade of lavender she had ever seen.

The newcomer was, for lack of a better word, completely and unapologetically stunning.

This was also notably the first time Natsuki had ever seen a real, live elf in person—and elven royalty at that, if the multitude of gemstones were anything to go by.

Natsuki did the only natural thing there was to do and shot down behind the bar as quickly as possible. She sat with her back pressed up against the wood and her slender arms hugging her knees, an involuntary alarmed squeak escaping her as she hit the floor.

Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod

She had some sort of elven princess—an elven princess—in her tavern, mere feet away sitting down at one of her tables and probably ordering a plate of food that was going to be served from her kitchens. A graceful figure the likes of which Natsuki had only ever seen dancing across the delicately-painted pages of her fairy tale books was sitting a few paces away from her, in the flesh. A mystical being woven into tales and folklore and always seeming more like an abstract concept or an idea than an actual person had not only found her way into a reality as a living, breathing person, but had found her way into Natsuki's very tavern.

And she was blindingly gorgeous, to top it off.

Natsuki slowly let out her breath. It was all a lot to process right now.

Oh god, if she doesn't like the food or drinks, does she have the legal authority to order all of our heads to be cut off? If she buys a room and there's bedbugs, could she do an incantation that would curse everyone in here with 10 years of bad luck or something? What if I go over to her to take her order but I'm so nervous that I puke on her and then she throws me in her dungeon? What if she sees me and thinks I'm tiny and pathetic and dumb and worthless and—

Wait. Natsuki ground her rushing thoughts to a halt, stopping them in their tracks before the loud cacophony of fretting voices became too overpowering.

Me? Nervous? She snorted aloud at the mere idea. Never!

Besides, why was she getting so worked up over what some random lady thought of her? Granted, a very pretty lady who gave off a distinct air of importance (but not arrogance, no, anything but that—if anything, Natsuki got the impression this lady hadn't the faintest clue how important she was) and whose every movement was as graceful and mesmerizing like water spilling from the top of a fountain in sweeping, flawless cascades but still a random lady nonetheless.

Natsuki groaned, fingers working on one of the oak boards of the floor. Suddenly, the diamond-patterned black-and-red harlequin-esque barmaid outfit seemed very anticlimactic and puerile by comparison. The thought of the elf princess turning her nose up in disgust at the silly faerie girl in pink pigtails only made her hunch further into the counter.

"Natsuki?" She looked up at the sound of Sayori's puzzled voice. "What are you doing down there?"

Natsuki gave her friend a wide-eyed look. "Sayori, there is an elf princess in our tavern!" she hissed. "Like…right there! At that table at the front of the bar! What do we do?"

"Well…we serve her?" Sayori smirked a little. "Like everyone else?"

Natsuki shook her head urgently. "No, no, you don't understand! What if…what if she thinks our food is terrible and she tells everyone important all across the land and then no one ever comes here again and then we look really bad? Or what if…what if she gets so mad that she…she…I don't know, she pulls out a staff and shoots us all with plasma beams or something?"

"I don't think she'd do any of that," Sayori said calmly, responding by looking slightly confused. "She seems nice."

"Oh, she seems nice," Natsuki mocked, rolling her eyes. "What do you know about her, anyway? Besides, she is way too important to be eating in our pub! Like, how the hell are we supposed to impress her when we're a couple of grimy kids and she looks like she fell off of Mount Olympus or something?!"

"Impress her?" Sayori suddenly broke out into a full-on smirk. "Who said anything about wanting to impress her, Natsuki? She may be a fancy queen lady, but she's just another customer. I don't think it'd be very fair to give her special treatment, would it?"

"Nnnnnngh!" Natsuki gritted her teeth in frustration. "Are you nuts? She's a princess! If we don't give her the best service of the century, all she's gotta do is tell some important people that we suck and they'll shut us down! Besides, imagine having to live the rest of our lives knowing the only thing significant we ever did was disappoint a beautiful princess…" she added in a mutter.

Sayori shrugged. "I don't think you need to stress out too much over it. I mean, I've heard that kings and dukes and nobles have stayed here passing through, and they didn't demand gold chips on their ice cream or a big elaborate breakfast in bed or anything. Usually if you come here after trekking all the way from castles and stuff, all you really need to be satisfied is a nice hot home-cooked meal."

"How would you know?" Natsuki grumbled.

"Well, if you're all tired out and hungry from walking on the road all day, you're not really gonna have the energy to be snobby, right? You're just gonna be happy to get something to eat!"

Well, when Sayori said it like that, the reasoning seemed so simple and logical that Natsuki wondered what had ever compelled her to think otherwise. The pink-haired girl let out a defeated grunt, refusing to give her friend the satisfaction of admitting aloud that she might have been wrong.

"Come on, Natsuki, you worry too much!" Sayori reached out a hand to help her up. "She's not gonna hate us if we don't completely bend over backwards trying to impress her."

"But she's so…pretty…" Natsuki gingerly took Sayori's hand and slowly rose up, anxiously peeking over the top of the bar counter at the table where the elven lady was sitting. Unfortunately, she still looked as unreasonably gorgeous and quietly intimidating as the last time Natsuki had seen her a few minutes ago.

Sayori smirked again. "Well, now it just sounds like you want to impress her."

"Hey!" Natsuki crossed her arms and glared at her. "I was not planning on going over and sucking up to her, if that's what you think!" She made a face. "Who voluntarily sucks up? Gross! I'm not gonna give her any special treatment if I don't have to," she added meaningfully, sticking her nose in the air.

"Oh no, I wasn't implying you were gonna suck up at all!" Sayori's eyes widened guiltily for a second before she looked away, tapping her pointer fingers together. "It just sounded like…maybe you like her."

"What?!" The blood flew into Natsuki's cheeks, and her face turned red-hot. "What the hell, Sayori?! What reason would I have—I mean, why would I be stupid enough to go…to go chasing after some beautiful royal elf lady who would probably think I'm pathetic anyway and probably isn't even going to be in town that long? What makes you think I'm that dumb? I mean…"

Natsuki's eyes widened, suddenly worried she had said too much. "Not that I would care if she thought I was pathetic or anything," she added meaningfully.

"Suuuuure." Sayori sounded thoroughly unconvinced, much to Natsuki's annoyance.

"What? I wouldn't! She's just some random princess from like a million miles away. Once she leaves I'll probably never see her again. I don't care what she thinks of me!"

"All right, all right!" Sayori held her hands up in surrender. "Well hey…" Her blue eyes glinted with sudden eagerness. "You're still on break, y'know. Why don't you go talk to her and find out who she is?"

Natsuki's cheeks turned as red as the ribbons in her hair as she envisioned herself attempting to make conversation with the ethereal lady and making a complete fool of herself in her utter inability to know how to behave in such a situation. Were peasants even allowed to just go up and talk to queens or princesses or whatever, or did you need to have a warrant or something?

"Are you kidding?! No way am I doing that!"

"But aren't you curious about her, though?" Sayori prodded. "I mean…elven royalty! That's not something you see in your tavern every day. Where'd she come from?"

Natsuki let out a small, defeated sigh, looking almost longingly in the elven woman's direction. "Of…of course I'm curious about her. I just…well, what if I get so nervous that I accidentally say something really stupid? Or do something really stupid?"

"Nervous?" Sayori raised her eyebrows teasingly. "I thought you said you didn't care what she thought of you! Why would you be nervous, then?"

Natsuki let out a frustrated groan. Sayori was really much more perceptive than she let on, and sometimes Natsuki couldn't stand it.

"Fine, fine, maybe I lied a little bit about…that part. I mean…she's a princess! She could probably order someone to cut my head off, so I guess I have to care about what she thinks of me to some extent. I just…" She bit her lip. "I've never been around someone that important before. It'd be walking on thin ice. I mean…you know I'm not always the best at keeping my thoughts to myself." She rolled her eyes and let out a groan. "I mean…what if I accidentally say something really offensive?"

Sayori shrugged. "Okay, if you're really that nervous, I'll go talk to her when you take over working the bar and I'll tell you—"

Natsuki found herself unexpectedly filling up with an oddly intense bout of jealousy at the thought of Sayori getting to talk to this lovely elf lady while she didn't. "Wha—hey! That's not fair at all!"

"Oh?" Sayori singsonged. She clasped her hands behind her back, rocking back and forth. "Whatever happened to 'I'm too scared because what if I mess up?'"

Natsuki spluttered for a few seconds, trying to think how to adequately respond. "W—well, I mean—that's not—I'm not scared enough to just cower back here like a wimp while you get to have all the fun!" she snapped out finally, crossing her arms. She stuck her nose up high in the air in protest. "Here, I'll show you I'm not too scared to talk to her right now!"

She started marching defiantly around the edge of the bar, slowing slightly when it dawned on her what she had just so brashly agreed to do. To her dismay, Sayori made no move to try to stop her, instead nodding enthusiastically with an "okay!" and motioning for her to keep walking. Natsuki gave her friend one last audacious look before starting toward the elf woman's table.

Well, I guess no backing out now.

Her footsteps grew more and more hesitant as she neared the royal lady's table, her stomach making itself into more and more of an elaborate, nausea-filled maze the closer she got. The lady was, unfortunately, even more unobtainably beautiful and seemed even more frostily unapproachable the closer she got.

Ah, fantastic, what have you gotten yourself into this time, Natsuki?


WELL HELLO THERE FRIENDS

GUESS WHO DUN WENT AND GOT A NEW FANDOM?

…I blame my friend. He was all like "heeeeey, come play this crazy dating sim! It'll be great memes!" And suddenly BOOM not only do I have a brand-new fandom, but I also have a new OTP COMPLETELY AGAINST MY WILL, I MIGHT ADD

Like ugh, I didn't ask for this, I have too many fanfics waiting in my mental queue already! D:

Lol fun fact, I was originally not really planning on writing any Natsuri fanfic. In fact, I was originally pretty unsure about the Natsuri ship in general (mainly because Yuri turns into such an actual psychopath in Act 2 and I'm not sure I trust her and her knives to be good to my poor girl Natsuki), but the more aesthetically-pleasing pics I saw of them together and the more fanfic I dabbled in and the more posts I read explaining how they could actually fit together, the more I started to legit like it. And then

AND THEN

I watched a playthrough of CykaDev's Doki Doki New Eyes mod and that pretty much cemented it because Yuri and Natsuki are HELLA FUCKIN GAY in that mod, I don't care what anyone else says

(Yeah yeah I know that New Eyes isn't technically canon, but it's close enough to count in my books, dummy! *glares in Natsuki*)

So ANYWAY

Even after I was like "Okay I legit ship this" I still wasn't really planning on working them into my fanfic agenda BUT THEN

One day I was dicking around and putting off doing schoolwork and my life was forever blessed/ruined when I stumbled upon the infinite black hole of addiction that is RinmaruGames

So naturally, the first thing I did was immediately pump out as many pictures of my ships as I could make in one sitting, completely shirking my academic responsibilities so I could make far, far, FAR too many shipping pics XD (Don't worry, I did still pass my classes!)

Aaaaaaand unfortunately, my dumb overactive imagination started getting all kinds of story ideas from the pics I made on a freaking dress-up game AS IF I NEED ANY MORE FANFICTION THAT I FEEL THE BURNING NEED TO WRITE, BUDDY

(The inverse relationship between the fanfiction ideas I have and the time I have to write said ideas is an ISSUE, believe me)

So, as you might expect, once Natsuri ascended to OTP status, I started making pics of them as well and started getting fanfic ideas from said pics

…and this is a pic inspired by one such pic XD

So Rinamrugames had this one fantasy-themed coloring page, and I thought it would be fun to make Natsuki and Yuri on it. And it kinda got me curious as to what Natsuki and Yuri and their relationship would look like in a DnD-esque fantasy AU. I really liked the idea of Natsuki being part-faerie, since she's energetic and smol and spirited and can also be pretty mean sometimes XD (Obviously I mean human-sized faeries here, can you imagine how awkward it would be if she was like tinkerbell-sized and still hitting on Yuri? XD) And it only made sense for Yuri to be an elf, considering she's the classy and formal one who's also kinda quiet and super tall. I feel like she'd be some kind of royalty too, being as refined as she is. Anyhow, I made the picture and then the story dun kind of formed itself and before you know it BOOM I have a multi-thousand word fanfiction XD

(Also this is lowkey what happens when you're obsessed with DDLC and Natsuri and have also been playing WAY too much DnD)

I had far too much fun writing Natsuki's extremely long and elaborate and incredibly gay initial description of Yuri XD

Also I adore writing Sayori/Natsuki friendship :D They're definitely a hardcore BroTP! I think they're a cute romantic pairing too, although I prefer NatsukixYuri and SayorixMC. Sayori is also honestly a total troll, so I can definitely see her being a super supportive friend to Natsuki while simultaneously giving her no end of shit about her approach/avoidance tsundere-ing and her painfully obvious gay crush XD

I was hoping to get this entire fic submitted before the end of pride month, but it ended up taking WAY longer to write than I thought, so that's not happening XD But…at least I got the first part in before the end of pride month! That counts for something…right? Anyhow, the next part(s) will be in…at some point. For once, I don't honestly know what my submission schedule will look like. The fic's mostly done at this point, but I've got a couple other things going on in my personal life I need to focus on before I finish it up. It's only a 2 or 3-part story, so the uncertainty will not be an issue for too long, trust me! Hopefully it won't take long to get the next part it…1 or 2 weeks from now is what I would guess.