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Since the holiday toy drive post is circulating again, I figured this would also be helpful! Food insecurity is such a massive problem in America, in general, and if you have the means to help feed others, I think you should take that opportunity. Here are some other tips:

1. If you’re planning on donating items from your own pantry, please check the expiration dates on the packaging. Think of your donations as gifts to bestow, not castoffs to be rid of. It’s awful to think of people feeling like they got scraps someone else just didn’t want. Everyone deserves dignity with their meals.

2. If you’d rather give money to a food bank, that’s also great since they buy food in bulk and know what items are most wanted/needed!

3. Not everyone has access to appliances like stoves or microwaves or hot plates so if you can donate items that don’t need to be heated up, that would also be greatly appreciated!

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Out Of My Mind (Giorno x Chubby Reader x Mista)

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After rebuilding burnt bridges and rekindling relationships, Giorno comes across something interesting. An espionage agent gone rogue after Diavolo forced a stand awakening on them. How will they react to the Passione coming back into their life. We can only hope that Mista won't shoot himself in the process.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I wanted to do something out of my usual wheelhouse for number 50. So this is a bit more agnsty than my usual stories. Still I hope you'll enjoy it all the same. Especially with the Giorno and Mista pairing. Who doesn't love a smart blonde and himbo shooter.

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Giorno had always thought of himself as a logical and patient person. He knew when to keep to himself. While other times he stuck hard and fast to his morals. This is what got him into the position of the Boss. Now years later, he had to hone the skills that put him in this seat.

Rebuilding the bridges that Diavolo had burnt in his paranoia. It had taken quite a few resources. Along with time and research. But if there was one thing that Giorno would do. He would fully claim this organization and wipe away any trace of that deranged man.

Pouring over a financial statement, he paused. An older document had been clipped to the folder. Parts of it were blocked out in black. Infact more of it was unreadable than not. Though a few key words caught his attention. A surname, an occupation containing espionage. But a certain staement made him hate the pink haired man more. “Forceful given a stand. This resulted in her immediate termination. Due to the inability to control the entity.”

His hands clenched the folder, he was careful to avoid tarnishing the redacted page. It shouldn't surprise him what that vile man would do. Christ he wanted to kill his own daughter. Still to put that burden on someone and then toss them aside. It left a sour taste in his mouth.

Still looking over the document, he felt a bit of relief. Someone who used to work for Diavolo had made sure to get this to him. He would let them remain anonymous. Consider it a favor for a favor.

The door to his office opened. He knew who it was without looking up. Only one person would barge into his office like that.

Mista strolled over and place a quick kiss to his hair. “Where do you want to go for dinner?” He was expecting a quick answer. But the other man was to preoccupied with the paper infront of him. “What’s that?” It didn't make a lot of sense. The page hardly had anything on that was readable.

Leaning back in his chair, he felt a bit of tension leave his body. Mista always had that effect on him. Put him at ease in a way. Because if they could defeat Diavolo together, then what couldn't they do. “I believe it's your next assignment. If you're up for it that is.”

With a cocky smirk, he winks. “Anything for you babe.”

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Rubbing his head in frustration, Mista pushes forward. It wasn't enough that the file was so bare. But to add to that anyone he asked seemed to be oblivious to the last name. Although there were a few suspicious people that were to quick to answer his questions. Still it hadn't gotten him a single lead. So he took to the streets. There weren't that many people with the same last name. Hopefully they hadn't fled the country.

Already checking out a few possible options, he frowned at the dwindling list. There had to be a way to find you.

Making his way up a small staircase, he looked over the next name. It matched the one on their mailbox. Still he hesitated, then gathered himself. Giorno needed his help. With his resolve bolstered he knocked on the apartment door.

A young man opened the door. He looked pretty average, someone that would easily blend into a crowd. But there was something hard in his eyes that set off alarms in Mista's mind. The man narrowed his gaze. “Can I help you?” It would be an innocent question, if not for the hard tone behind it. This guy obviously didn't want him there.

Scratching the back of his neck, he tried to stay casual. It wouldn't do to get on anyone's bad side right now. “Yeah, I'm actually looking for someone. They have the same surname as you.” He went into the small amount of details they could gather. Keeping out the more incriminating bits.

As he spoke the other man tried to keep a neutral stance. But being part of the Mafia for as long as he had. He could pick up on a thing or two. His shoulders stiffened and jaw clenched. It wasn't hard to see that this was affecting him. And the chances of it only being annoyance at having his day interupted seemed low.

Shaking his head the man began shutting the door. “Never heard of them.”

Shoving his foot into the crack that still remained, he winced. It may not have been slammed, but the pressure put on his foot brought tears to his eyes. “Please, my family is concerned for them. I think something bad happened to them.” He was being truthful. The organization had become the only family he knew now. And Giorno was above all of that.

The pressure increased on his foot as the man scoffed. Then he let up, but didn't fully open the door. “If your family really cares about this person…. Then I would just let sleeping dogs lie.” With that he kicked the otherman's foot back. Slamming and audibly locking the door shut.

Hanging his head, he let out a huff. This was the best lead he had had. Knowing the frustration there user was going through. Sex Pistols pop out of the gun tucked in his boot. “Miiista, don't be sad. We'll figure it out.”

Smiling, he goes to thank them for the back up. Until he notices the hooded figure across the street. Their gaze flits between him and his stand. It wasn't often you saw another stand user in public. Maybe they knew something.

Taking a step towards them, he became shocked. They began sprinting away without so much as a glance back. OK, now he had to question them.

Darting forwards, he kept his eyes pinned to their figure. With the way they navigated the streets, it was obvious they were from the area. Still years of training made it hard for him to loose a target. Especially with Sex Pistol helping guide the way.

They jerked into an alleyway. A moment before he came to the entrace, a loud clang rang out. “No, not now.” The desperation in their voice made him cautiously look around the corner.

The hooded figure was kneeling on the ground and tugging at their shoe. Taking a step closer, he paused. It wasn't their shoe they were trying to free. It was their foot, it had sunk into the concrete.

He slowly approached, not wanting to spook them. “Look, I only want to talk.”

The figure spun around with enough force that their hood slid down. It was a woman, with full flush cheeks and dazzling eyes. Your hair haloed around your head in the dim light. He would have been entranced by your beauty. If his gaze didn't quickly shift to the knife in your hand.

One hand extended the knife towards him. While the other kept pulling at your foot. “Stay back.” It was a command. Even if you was in a less than desirable position. That didn't mean you would give up so easily.

Or at least that was the plan. If only your own traitorous stand didn't slam a hand into the back of your neck. Causing darkness to cloud over your vision.

Leaving Mista to panic and scoop you up. His shaking fingers dailing Giorno's number into his cellphone.

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Waking in a dark room, you remained still. Eyes barely parted, you glance around. There didn't seem to be anyone around. Keeping your breath steady, you strained your ears for any sounds. The noise of a slow moving fan and your heart beat filled the room. Taking stock of any injury you may have incurred while you were unconscious. You were surprised to find only a faint pounding in your skull.

Before you could investigate further the door swung open. Light flooded through from the next room. Silhouetting the willowy man that entered. He had an ethereal feeling to him. His blonde tresses were in an intricate hair style. And he held an ethereal air about him. There was something about this man that drew you in.

All the while you were appraising him, he did the same. Running his eyes over your full figure, a smile quirked his lips. Mista was right, you were soft and gorgeous. Much more than he would have expected. But he could see what truly lied beneath the plush layers, a killer. It was easy to acknowledge someone in the same line of work.

Allowing Gold Experience to show itself. He noticed you forcing your gaze to not stray towards the new figure. Another thing his partner was correct about. You didn't want to involve yourself with stands. He was sure that you wouldn't even concede to the being hovering over your prone form. It was as beautiful as you. Though there was a blurriness to it that made it hard to focus on it's true silhouette. Still it was a sight to behold. Even his stand seemed curious about the pair of you.

Taking a seat in the chair next to the bed, he turned on a lamp. Even squinting at him in the new light, you refused to let your gaze waver.

He hated what they had done to you. They had connected the dots after Mista had brought you there. Your identification made it easy to pair you with the man he had spoken to. Plus the sibling resemblance was hard to ignore. As he watched you sit up and put your back against the wall, he wondered. What had you been like before the change? Crossing one leg over the other he made a vow. He would do everything in his power to help you return to as normal a life as possible.

“I'm sure you have plenty of questions. I am more than happy to answer them. My name is Giorno Giovanna.” Offering you his hand, he waited.

As much as you wished to be anywhere else. You knew making enemies got you nowhere good. Grasping his hand you nodded as you shook it. “(Y/N).”

He smiled brightly. “Now why don't we start from the beginning. I'm sure you remember a horrible man by the name of Diavolo.”

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It took you a while to come to terms with your current situation. But proof of the man's death that had who ruined your life helped. Knowing that there was no way this Giorno could be the Boss of the Passione otherwise.

He had reintroduced you to Mista. The man who you believed to be a spy. While you may have been correct to a certain extent. He wasn't hunting you down for malicious reasons. No, quite the opposite. It seemed that the top dog himself was seeking you out. To make amends and repent for the scum before him.

This lead to something that you didn't want to acknowledge. Accepting the curse that had been bestowed upon you. The phantom that hovered over you and caused you hell.

“I don't understand why I need to work with this demon. All it does is cause me grief.” You glared over your shoulder at the figment. Hands tightening as if playfully waved at you.

Slinging an arm over your shoulder, Mista shook his head. “Now don't be like that. It's a part of you after all.” He watched you glare sharpen. Glancing across the room at his partner, he held back a cringe.

They had hoped it would be as simple as getting to to acknowledge your stand. Maybe that would help you control your powers. But it seemed like they were fighting an uphill battle. Between your bull headed nature and your stand’s mischievous attitude. It was basically impossible for you to see eye to eye.

Still he couldn’t help but marvel at both of you. The ability to vibrate through objects was a wild power. He wondered what else you could do working in tandem with your stand. And after a sparring match with you. He knew just how adept you were. Though your stand always involved itself, usually ruining your momentum or the like.

Still he wouldn't pass up a chance to train with you. Your soft body pressed against his as you pin him down. The feeling of your thighs wrapping around his legs. Even as you immobile him, he can't help but smile.

Looking over the two of you, Giorno smiled. It was nice to be around someone who treated them like people. As much as his seat of power had gotten him. It was a lonely position. If not for Mista's companionship. Well he truly didn't wish to think of where he would be. Now that you entered the picture. It was as if you had breath new life into their daily lives.

As Sex Pistol swarmed you, he glanced at his partner. With the look in his eyes, it wasn't hard to notice he felt the same. Still, helping you with your stand was more important than developing feelings. Those thoughts could be sorted through later.

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It had been a while since you had been brought back into the Passione. Things had definitely changed. Your stand had grown bearable, if not a pleasant constant companion. What you had denied and ran from them for years. Now though brought you comfort. After the loneliness you had to endure at the hand of that power hungry man. It angred you to know that he had caused you to suppress this part of yourself. But with the help of Giorno and Mista. You had learn to come to terms with this power.

A small flush coated your full cheeks at the thought of the pair. You had tried to push away the feelings that bubbled up in their presence. It was wrong to think of the couple this way. To admire the blonde femine yet powerful features for longer than needed. Or notice the way that the taller man's muscles flex as he chased after Sex Pistol.

The time and effort they had put into helping you. Someone considered broken by the person who had altered them. Not them though, no they pulled you from a pit of despair. Building you a pedestal to veiw you upon.

So as a favor to them. You wouldn't let your feeling be known. You would never risk a wedge coming between any of your relationships.

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It had become a common occurrence for the three of you to share dinner. Or sometimes only yourself and one of them. Though the rare occasion that both of them were away on business. You would take dinner in your room. It was never enjoyable to sit at an empty table. It brought up to many bad memories.

But as you sat with them now. None of those thoughts floated through your mind. Being around the pair always lifted a weight from your shoulders.

Looking over at you, Mista grinned. “Did you do any training with Good Vibrations today?” His grin widened at the grimace that settled on your soft face.

Crossing your arms across your plush chest, you nodded. “Yeah, we practiced a bit today.” It had gone pretty well. They still pulled the occasional prank on you. But it seemed like they prefered to work in tandem with you. Even convincing you to join in on a prank or two. It honestly reminded you of childhood memories with your brother. Your mother had often caught hell when the pair of you would work together. It was a thought that melted your expression into one of contemplation.

This caused a shift in your thoughts. “Why the new nickname? For my stand that is.” He had called it that a few times. Though with the wielder of Sex Pistol, it wasn't a surprise when he behaved oddly. Having six little guys yell at you constantly would drive you loony too.

He shrugged and laided out his thoughts. “Well, they vibrate through things. So that part was easy.” He hesitated with the next part. But a nod from Giorno helped him continue. “And it brought you into our lives. It has to be good for that.”

You were a bit taken aback by the explanation. Only to be further shocked by the blonde's next words.

“I have to agree with the sentiment. You have brought many good things to our lives.” Reaching over, he places his hand tenderly on your own. The warmth from your hand seeps into his own pleasently.

Your heart begins to race. Eyes darting between the two of them. They met your unsure gaze with open tenderness. This causes a blush to blossom from the tips of your ears and creep down to your chest. All you can do is stare, wide eyed with baited breath.

Being the tactful man he is, Giorno continues. “We have wanted to discuss something with you for a while.” Rubbing his thumb delicately along the back of your soft hand. He makes deliberate eye contact. Even as he feels his partner's hand on his shoulder, he gazes at you. “We would like to extend an invitation to join another part of our lives. A much more intimate part. Your reintroduction to our world may have been incidental. And by the doings of a mad man. But it has brought a brightness that we didn't know we craved. You have nurtured us in a way that has help our relationship to blossom. Because of that it has open our hearts to new horizons.” He squeezed your hand adoringly as he finished his confession.

Your eye glistened with unshed tears. You had always felt alone in this world. Never able to make true connections. Now two of the men that had done so much for you. You let out a breathless laugh. How could you be their light when they pulled you from such a dark place.

“Why didn't you guys say so earlier?” Before you could take another breath, Mista was on you. Covering your full face with quick kisses. The blonde went to admonish him, but stopped as you giggled. It seemed that Sex Pistol had joined him in his assault. The group of them were fighting for the best places to smooch you. Making sure not to exclude your stand in the revelry.

Smiling he decided to make his way towards you both. Bringing out Golden Experience along the way. There wasn't any reason to not join their partners. He only hoped that this was the beginning of a something beautiful. Because he could only see a blindingly bright future with the two of you by his side.

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Somebody Told Me (Magna x Chubby Reader x Luck)

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After years of friendship, Magna and Luck couldn't be happier. But what will happen when a sleepy, yet grumpy soft doctor heals them. Will it break their relationship or bring them closer together?

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I recently finished the Black Clover anime, though I am still working through the Manga. I was so excited to write for this series. So when this idea latched onto my brain, I knew what to do. Also expect more stories from this series in the near future. Anywho I hope you enjoy.

P.S.

I have big plans for the 50th story. That may include an immediate throuples back to back.

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Your first meeting was what Magna could only call chaotic. And for once Luck wasn't the cause, even if he was there at the time. It had been after a mission that was thought to take two days. But quickly turned into a week long endeavor. They would have been happy to limp back to the base and sleep off their injuries. If not for their blood loss causing them to pass out in front of Captain Yami.

His last image was his best friend collapsed next to him and a portal close by.

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Yawning you blinked slowly, resting your head on folded arms. Being on the night shift meant boredom without the option to nap. Still as you sat there, you could feel your eyes droop ever lower. Maybe a few minutes wouldn't hurt.

That would have been the case. If not for the huge guy with two people slung over his shoulders. He kicked the med bay door in with ease. “Hey Owen. I got a couple of squadmates here. Might be bleeding out or somethin'.” He tried to keep his tone steady. But the warm sensation of blood seeping into his shirt was getting to him.

Slowly lifting your head you shook it. “Boss is out. I'm the night shift.” Shuffling over to a nearby window, you pointed at the bed closet to it. “Place them there.” Another yawn passed through your lips before you could finish your sentence.

His face pinched in annoyance. He could feel the unsteady breathe of his comrades. While you mosied around and looked bored. Placing Luck on the bed you pointed at, as gently as he could. He moved to put Magna on the one beside it.

A deep frown came over your face. “Can you not follow instructions.” You left the window and turned him back towards the first bed. “It’ll work better with them together.” Heading back to the curtains, you waited for him to place them together.

His temper was threatening to get the better of him. But as he saw his friends lay on that bed. Covered in blood and chests barely raising. He managed to hold his tounge. “OK, what now?”

“We let it in.” Throwing the curtains back, your hands began to move wildly. Eyes filling with the same moon beams you were weaving. Cocooning the two men with strands of light.

He watched in amazement as your hands danced over them. As the strands enclosed them, creating a bright shield that was hard to focus on. He couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the blinding light. So intense that he almost couldn't see the color returning to their complexion. Your magic was allowing their life to return to them.

Your next words pulled him from his shock. “Grab me a chair and a cup of coffee while you're at it.”

He scrambled to fulfill your demands. In hindsight he would be annoyed with not pushing back against you. But in that moment you were helping his teammates. So all thoughts of impeding that weren't allowed to enter his mind. His friends were in trouble and this was how he could lend a hand.

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His eyes fluttered open, quickly shutting back as the light filtering into the room. The first rays of sun light shining through the open curtains. Squinting he took in his unfamiliar surroundings. The room was clean, to clean, in a sterile sort of way. Turning his head he sees Magna next to him. A weight he hadn't notice lifted from his chest.

Memories flooded back, of the much more powerful than expected enemy. They had underestimate him, but that made Luck all the more excited. A chance to go all out, his vision went red.

Next thing he knew, his best friend was helping him stumble home. He hadn't even been able to stay conscious. A breathless laugh bubbled up his throat. Causing a wince to wrack his body. He might be healed, but he still felt like one of the Captain's wild beast had ran him over. Shifting he was surprised when his hand bumped into something.

He wasn't expecting to see someone's head and arms resting on the bed. He couldn't remember you and your mana was fairly low. But there was something about the way your full cheek squished against your arm. How you managed to look so peaceful in such an uncomfortable position. It was cute and he unconsciously couldn't tear his eyes away from your plush form.

Until the sound of your voice caused a jolt to pass down his spin. “It's rude to stare you know.” Opening one eye, you glared at him. Sitting up, your arms stretching above your head.

He tried to think up with a good come back. Only to be distracted by the sliver of skin showing under your raised shirt. It was plush and looked so pliable. Pulling his gaze away, he noticed your eyes on him. He didn't miss the disgruntled look that had settled on your face. He became annoyed with himself, knowing he was the cause.

“Sorry.” Then he trailed off not sure what to say next. Until he realized he didn't know who he was apologizing to. “Who are you?”

Standing you looked down at him. “I'm the night shift of the castle medbay.” You had said you official title more times than you could remember. Everyone assumed Owen worked day and night with no breaks. Which made you label them as idiots. Working with mostly royals, you would think they could afford a bit of common sense.

He shook his head, a slightly disturbing grin settling on his face. “No silly, what's your name?”

You paused at that. Giving out your job description was normal, but your name. That was a rare occurrence. Shrugging your shoulder, you answered him. “I'm (Y/N), now stay still so I can check you over.”

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Magna's body felt heavy and stiff. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he stared up at an odd ceiling. His eyes narrowed and his heart rate began to pick up. But the sound of Luck's voice nearby calmed his nerves.

Sitting up, he grunted at the pang of discomfort that ran through him. Looking around the room, he wasn't surprised. With the shape they came back in, it was no wonder that they ended up in the med bay. If he had one complaint about the Black Bulls, it was that they had no healer. In combat it was nice to have fire power. But it would be better to have someone to keep you from bleeding out.

“Hey sleepy head.” His friend exclaimed. He was getting a once over from Owen. The older man smiled in his direction, but continued his examination.

Nodding in his direction, he leaned back against the headboard. He may have drifted back to sleep. If not for the fact that Luck began to vibrate in his chair. Looking his way, he could already see that glazed expression in his eyes. Someone with a ton of mana must be heading in their direction. Before anyone could react, he was darting at the entrance. Lightning coating his feet as he propelled himself at the mystery person.

A blindingly bright light filled the doorway, gathering around your form. Once coalesced the light haloed your body like a gossamer robe. Glaring at the blonde, you waited for an explanation. Why would you're patient, who was on death's door yesterday, be attacking you.

A deranged smile was almost splitting his face in two. His heart was hammering against his chest as he bounced back. Crouching down, ready to pounce again. “Fight me!”

You yawned and shook your head. “I know I'm not the most professional person. But beating the shit out of my patient would be career suicide. Wouldn't you agree Boss.” You glanced at Owen, refusing to take your full attention off your psycho patient.

Before the shocked doctor could reply, the blonde launched in your direction again. With a wave of your hand he becomes wrapped in moon beams. Lazily gazing him over, you can't help but think of how good it looks. He's so pretty tied up in your magic. Trusted up and at your mercy. You dont miss the way his eyes are gleeming as you tighten the restraints. Now isn't the time for those thoughts though. You were a professional after all. Flicking your fingers his body is heaved back onto the bed.

He doesn't want to admit just how impressed he is with you. Excitement and something he could quite put his finger on bubbled in his gut. “Just one spar, I won't tell. Please.”

This cause two reactions. You shutting him up with a streak of light wrapped across his mouth. And his friend staring between the two of you in confusion. You were this plush celestial being of light. Someone who had apparently saved them. Yet could take the smiling berserker on without a sweat. To hear Luck ask for a fight wasn't a surprise. But to practically beg, well that was something else.

Walking over to the senor medic you nodded in the other mens’ direction. “How are they?” You could tell the blonde was much better. Probably even able to go home, if not for the worry over their previous condition. He would definitely need to stay for observation. At least for one more night. The other man, you were relieved, he had finally woken up. Their captian had told you he was the one to get them home. So his exhaustion came with reason. Still you liked to be there when your patient became conscious. Never know what may happen.

He gave you a weary look. He was honestly surprised at your restraint when dealing with the hyperactive blonde. You were usually the type to ignore pleasantries and heal up whatever happened later. He did not want another Solid incident. “I've finished checking over Luck. Hadn't gotten to Magna yet. But I'll leave that to you.”

Packing up his things, he was relieved to head home. You got a bit touchy when it came to your patients. Something about your lunar mana causing you to connect with them for a while. He wasn't going to question it though. You were great at your job and knew how to knock the royals down a peg or two. It was always amusing to see their reaction to your attitude. But he knew you wouldn't have any trouble out of these two. There eyes lingered on you just a bit to much. They wanted your attention, he had no doubt about it.

Patting the man's arm affectionately, you pushed him towards the door. “Sure thing, go get some rest Boss. I'll take care of this, no problem.” Making your way over you started to examen the two toned haired man.

He thought that Luck struggling next to him would have been more of a distraction. But your hands and eyes on him were maddening. You were thorough, checking for any leftover injuries from top to bottom. Warm soft hands ran across his ribs, causing his pulse to skyrocket. Shifting your hands, you paused over his heart. Brows scrunching together as you felt it pounding.

“Does your family have a history of heart conditions?” You were sure this didn't have to do with your magic. His heart hadn't suffered any damage that you had repaired. Still it didn't hurt to check into these things.

He tried to answer you, he really did. But your plush hand splayed on top of his hammering heart wasn't helping. It was like your very presence had shut off his brain. Glancing away, he attempted to gather himself. Only to be met with his friend's gleaming eyes. They were full of mirth and understanding. Yeah, this wasn't helping.

You waited as patiently as you could. Looking up at him, you saw him looking down at his squadmate. Lightly smacking his chest, you scowled. “Hey buddy, I asked you a question. So stop making eyes at your teammate and answer me.”

Jolting to attention he shook his head. “Nnnot that I know of.”

Heaving out a sigh you shrugged. “Well, we'll just hope it's not a common occurrence.” He wanted to agree with you. But his eyes met Luck's and narrowed. The blonde looked up at him in amusement. Cluing him into just how your next meeting may go.

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Thus began their competition for your attention. Any excuse they had to head to the capital and see you, they took. Yami needed paperwork taken to the Wizard King? They would half destroy the base to figure out who would go. A squadmate had to go to the medical ward. The two of them would be the first to volunteer to escort them.

God forbid either of them had the slightest injury. They were darting towards the capital without a second thought. The amount of times one or both of them snuck off in the middle of the night. It was enough to target them for Yami's wrath.

They had agreed to go see you together this evening. But an argument quickly started on mode of transportation. “I'm not riding on yer back. Sides, there's no way ya have enough mana to get to the capital and back.” A smug grin settled on his face at the blonde's frown. He knew that his Crazy Cyclone could get there and return with no problem. Relying on magic with no anchor, that could result in blacking out. Especially over long distances.

He didn't want to admit that the other man was right. Getting there wouldn't be a problem. But there was no telling what he may use mana on while there. It was always fun to challenge you, so he knew he would be low on the way back. Still using his raw magical ability to get them there would show his power. And give him the upper hand over Magna. Something in his pride was screaming at him to prove himself to both of you. “I can do it. You're just afraid that I'm leaving you in the dust.” Smiling broadly at his friend, he waited for his retaliation.

Mouth dropping in a frown, he was annoyed at how well the other man could read him. It wasn't only with you that he felt like Luck was pulling ahead with. It made his chest ached in a way he could explain when he saw his improvement. Part of him was happy for his friend’s growth. While another part was sad at the thought of being left behind. So instead of processing the feelings and thoughts swirling in his head. He threw a fire ball at his teammate.

The scuffle didn't last long. It had happened in it's usual manner. Fling fire, run from fire, tons of yelling. And as usual Yami was the one to break it up. He couldn't get a moment of peace with these morons.

Grabbing the two by the scruff of their uniforms, he glared down at them. “Is there any particular reason you two are interrupting my beauty sleep?” Magna had enough preservation to look sheepish. While Luck just grin up at him, seeming unbothered. Though that didn’t stop the captian from noticing how figity he was. There was something they were anxious to get to. “Talk now."

Eyes widening the two tone haired man attempted to explain. “Well, ya see we're going ta see someone. Jus’ a friend really. An’ we wanted ta get there fast. So we could get plenty of rest fer tomorrow's duties. But we couldn't decide what ta take….” He didn't want to admit a stupid fight broken out. Glad to see that Luck was nodding along with his explanation. Though it was obvious by the captain's face that he had read between the lines.

He looked down at the young men. If they were working together, to some extent. Then this meant a lot to them. So to save himself the trouble, he decided to shirk the problem on someone else. Dropping the men to the ground, he waved his hand and walks away. “Go bother Finral for a ride. Tell him captain's orders.” Turning he glared over his shoulder. “Just make sure not to make issues at the capital. I don't want to hear about it from the other captains.”

The friends quietly celebrated the easy solution offered. Not thinking about how Yami knew where they were heading. Or how much of a spectacle they would cause at the up coming Festival.

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The time had rolled around for the Star Award Festival again. While the crowds weren't your thing. There were a couple people you were looking forward to spending time with. Plus the food was always fun to try.

Enjoying your time out of your usual clothes. You headed for a fried bread stand, salivating at the smells wafting from it. To your surprise Owen was at the end of the line. Greeting him with lazy enthusiasts, you smirked. “You couldn't resist either, huh Boss? Aren't doctors supposed to be against this kind of food though."

Scratching the back of his head awkwardly, he shrugged. “Even health professionals have to take a break every once and a while.” Looking around the crowd, he was confused. You usually had those two troublemakers following you around like puppies. “Where are your boys. I figured they'd be attached to your hips tonight.”

Shaking your head, you allowed your eyes to scan the throngs of people. “I'm don’t know, but I'm sure it won't be long before they make themselves known.” A small smile settled on your face at the nickname though. It may have started as a joke calling them your boys. But now that you had all spent so much time together. You couldn't help the fluttering feeling that the pet name gave you.

As if your words had summoned them, a small explosion goes off behind you. Of course they had to make an entrance. Because tonight was the night. They would each have a chance to woo you. Then after sufficient razzle and plenty of dazzle, you would choose. Or at least that was the half cocked plan they had come up with.

Though seeing you in Festival clothing put a short pause on everything. You were gorgeous, beyond anything they had imagined. Your clothes draped on your supple body in away that showed off ever dip and groove deliciously. It made them furious at your work attire. To hide your amazing plush form before them was a crime.

You looked at them in annoyance. Causing them to quickly pick their jaws off the floor and fling their arms wide. The glasses wearing punk grinned brightly. “We're here ta give ya tha best night of your life.”

The blonde nodded along with the declaration. Hopping over to your side, he hugged you. Loving the feeling of your soft body pressed against his own. Then suddenly picked you up and spun you around. You would have been shocked by the display of strength. But the seemingly wiry man had proven many times that he was much stronger than he looked.

A burst of giggles left your mouth as he turned. Followed by a shriek as he began to bounce around with you in his arms. Yelling at him to put you back in line. You were secretly hoping that he would continue, as the flutter grew in your stomach.

Following the two of you with his gaze, Magna expected to be jealous. But as he watched his two favorite people, he felt warmth spread through him. It was easy to fall for the people who made you the happiest. As that thought settled in his mind, his eyes widened.

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The night was wonderful. You tried so many foods you could burst. Thankfully your boys had dragged you to the gamebooths next. Luck was raring to go, while Magna surprisingly hung back. With an arm slung around your shoulder, he cheered on the blonde.

You wanted to ask him what was wrong. One glance though told you that something was on his mind. You would let him decide when he wanted to confide in you. You had learnt a while ago that they would come to you when they were ready. This wouldn't be the first or last time you were a support for one of them.

With a armful of prizes, your trio found a comfortable place to sit. Waiting for the Star announcement and following fireworks.

Feeling a hand on your thigh, you turned towards Magna. He had a sincere look in his gaze. Something you had become familiar with. So he was finally ready to tell you what was on his mind.

“(Y/N), we have somethin’ we need ta tell ya.” He took a deep breath and looked over at Luck. The blonde nodded at him reassuringly. While this may not have been the original plan, he trusted his friend. “We wanted tonight ta be special. Show you the best time we could. Then….” He trailed off unsure.

Taking his hand between your own, you nodded encouragingly. He almost jumped when another hand landed on his shoulder. The other man had laid his arm around you to pat his shoulder. Grasping it reassuringly. He squeezed your hand and placed his other onto the one upon his shoulder.

“We wanted you ta choose between us. But I don't want that anymore.” His words shocked the blonde. He didn't want to loose the two of you. He could feel his world crumbling beneath him at the confession. And truth be told you weren't far behind.

“I don't think I can live my life without botha ya in it.” His grip became tighter on both of your hands. “Do ya think we can try all being tagether?” He kept his eyes to the ground. Waiting for what he was sure would be rejection.

Until you slid your hand from his, only to cup his face. Smiling at him with eyes that glitter with happy tears. “You dummy, did you really think I could pick only one of my boys." Wrapping one of your arms around each of them, you brought them in for a tight hug.

Magna sagged in relief when the two of you embraced him. Taking in both of your happy expression. He was glad he took the leap of faith.

Sitting back on the bench, hands intertwined and smiling. You turned towards Luck as he suddenly began to giggle. “I hope your both ready to be left in the dust. Because I'm going to be the best partner, no doubt about it.” His famous feral grin had settled on his face at the challenge.

“Oh, you are totally on." And as you sat between your arguing hot headed and competitive partners. You couldn't help but look forward to what the future would bring. Hoping that it would be as bright as the brilliant light filling the sky.

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I love the old timey phrase "you forget yourself". bro that was so impolite like do you even know who you are rn

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Everyone should experience a Krampus festival at least once in their lifetime

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that take-out is going to be freezing by the time it gets home.

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Danger To Myself (Krampus x Chubby Easter Bunny Reader)

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After reuniting with his brother. Krampus didn't think his life could get any better. How will he deal with meeting a cute chubby bunny on top of that. Will he be able to keep his instincts under control?

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Hey guys, I'm back at it again. I have a confession, I love Krampus. Ever since learning about his legend, I've been a huge fan. So when Red One showed him in such a different light, I knew it was my time to shine.

Anywho, hope you enjoy.

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He frowned at the mirror in front of him. Don't get him wrong. He was happy to rekindle his relationship with Nick. But a reintroduction dinner wasn't something he had been expecting. Still he was happy the other man wanted him in his life.

A knock came from the bathroom door. Breaking him away from his contemplated thoughts. Combing a hand through his already tousled hair. He opened the door, seeing the man on his mind.

His brother was cheerful as always. Slapping the taller man jovially on the back. That quickly turned into a tight hug. Nick was always one for physical affection. “What are you doing all cooped up in here. The guest are arriving.” His smile was wide and inviting.

Everything that the goatman wasn't feeling. Running a hand across his face, he shook his head. “Nicholas, I do not understand why you wanted this. Is it really a necessary thing. To introduce myself to all of these people?”

Taking the man's shoulders into his hands, he faced him. “Look at this as the start of a new thing. No more being holed up in your castle. I know you enjoy everyone's company there. But this is a golden opportunity. Broaden your horizons and all that.” Patting his shoulders a few times. He led him to the dinning room.

All the while he grimaced and regretted agreeing to his brother's offer.

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Ok, so maybe his brother was right. There were a lot of new people to pop up since his banishment. It hurt to admit that they were also more interesting than he would have guessed. Jack Frost was a prankster, that he already made plans with to torment Nick. Garcia had finally grown out of his awkward teenage phase. It was still fun to tease him about it though. All in all it was a good time and dinner hadn't even started.

Then you walked in. He always knew he had a thing for larger women. But you were a different kind altogether. You were wide and plush, the perfect picture of fertility. It made his fingers twitch at the thought of how they would sink into your pliable flesh. His pulse was pounding as he took in your other more animalistic features. The flopping bunny ears, button nose scrunched, and cotton tail poking out of your pants. It was enough to have him gripping his drink to hard. The sound of shattering glass caused many eyes to swing his way. But the only ones he cared about was yours.

Your face became concerned as you rushed his way. Shifting the large dish you held to one hand. You grabbed his palm and looked it over carefully. Your touch was gentle and warm. Like a fire on a chilly winter night. Shifting his hand in your own soft one, relief washed over your face. Looking up at him you beamed. “Seems like there wasn't any harm done. But what else should I expect from the great Krampus.”

He flushed under his fur. Between your compliment and having to stop himself from reaching out for your touch. It was an intensity that he hadn't experienced before. One that he wasn't sure if he should give into or shun.

Before he could speak Nick's wife was coming over with a broom. “Oh, must have been a faulty glass. Let me clean this up.” Sweeping the broken bits into a festive dust pan, she smiled. “Eostre it's been to long.”

Bringing the smaller women into a one arm hug, you nodded. “Far to long. Especially if your using that outdated name. You know I prefer (Y/N) now.” Keeping your arm around her, you join her. Leaving the room for who knows where.

If he had an excuse he'd follow as well. Until then he'd have to wonder what was in your arms. Savoring the feeling of your name on his tounge.

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It wasn't long after that that dinner was served. It was quite the spread. Many of the items were Geman in origin. His bother did always know his favorites. Including the different varieties of alcohol. Piling his plate high, he sunk into the feast.

Everyone tucked into the food. Enjoying bits of conversation between bites. As he finished off his serving, eager to go in for seconds. Something caught his eye. A large dish half filled with a familiar dish. He wanted to kick himself for not noticing it sooner. It was a childhood favorite, Geman Baked Eggs. Ignoring all if the other platters, he scooped a large portion onto his plate. Bring a spoonful to his mouth, he had to pause. It was enough to make him hold back a moan. Butter, cheesey, and like velvet on his tounge. Better than any he had ever tasted before.

He quickly went for another bite. Only to be startled by your gaze on him. You were smirking and had raised an eyebrow at his obvious enjoyment. A part of him was defensive, while another was intrigued? He wasn't sure what to make of your attention.

Nick interupted the tension building between you. “Oh, I'm glad you noticed the casserole. The first time (Y/N) brought it over I told her how much you would enjoy it.”

His gaze snapped from you to his brother and back. You made this delicious dish from his homeland?

Your smirk seemed to widen at his confusion. Shrugging your shoulder, you leaned forward. As if you wanted to share a secret with him. Without a second thought he copied your motion. “We do share a similar history. Animalistic legends bound to a holiday. Just differing in attitude, that's all. Plus I always have plenty of eggs on hand.” You ended your statement with a wink.

Slumping a bit in his chair, he pondered you words. It was obvious you were tied to Easter. But he had never thought to visit the other legends from his own country. Always opting to stay tucked away in his keep. Or in the old days, with his brother. Maybe he had missed out on good times.

Returning your smile, he said. “It is a wonderful dish. You do our homeland proud.” Tapping a fist to his chest, he tips his head in your direction.

This causes your expression to become more sincere. Your foot begins to thump rhythmically on the ground. Something you hadn't done since a young age. Taking a gulp from your glass, hoping to cover up your embarrassment. “You should come by sometime.” His face shifts to one of surprise. “I can you know, show you around the farm. Give you a tour of the operation.” You hope that it didn't come of as desperate as you thought it sounded.

Nodding again he went for another bite. “That would be nice.” He would take his brother's advice. His horizon did seem to be broadening.

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You had given him directions to a vast glenn. It was filled with various flowers. Shrouded within a large thicket of old trees. It was a sight he hadn't enjoyed in quite some time. Looking around the beautiful scene before him, he grew nervous. What if you regretted allowing him here? Would he do something to offend you. Causing you to kick him out. Yet another place he would be banished from.

Shaking his head, he frowned deeply. How had you wrapped him around your finger after only a single meeting. He felt like a boy with a school crush. As his eyes landed on you across the field. He couldn't find it in himself to care. It just mattered that you wanted to spend time with him.

Jogging over to him, you smiled brightly. “I'm glad you could make it. It wasn't to hard to find was it?” You shuffled your feet a bit. It was always felt awkward the first time you invited someone over. The anxiety of it all made you foot want to bounce.

His heart flutter, between your concern and flustered appearance. He was sure this day would overload his senses. “It was no trouble, kleines Kaninchen. I am looking forward to today.”

You had to steady yourself. Little rabbit, you had never been called such a thing before. It was this moment that you were thankful for your fur. Not wanting the embarrassment of him seeing your blazing cheeks. “That's good. Now let's head down the rabbit hole.”

Snatching up his hand, you took off. He was startled at the strength your soft hand held. Sure he had expected speed. But the power in your hand wrapped around his own. If he had to guess, he belived it would be no challenge for you to carry him. Even at the hastened pace you were going at. You were practically lifting him off the ground.

He would have continued marveling at your strength. If it wasn't for the fact that you were pulling him towards a very small hole in the ground. Before he could call out, the burrow widened. Easily large enough to fit the two of you. Jumping in, you gave him a mischievous look over your shoulder. His breath caught as he plummeting down with you. And he could confidentiality say it wasn't the fall that caused his breath to stutter.

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It didn't take to long for the tour. Even if the farm was large, how else could you provide so many eggs and chocolates. There were only a handful of key buildings to show off. You offered to tell him all of the hens names. But the suggestion overwhelmed him. So you moved on from the vast field.

Coming up to a large building, you leaned towards him. In a low voice you said. “Don’t let the ladies know, but this is my favorite pass time. I could spend plenty of time with their feathery rumps. This though, will always be my passion project.”

Heading through the entrance, he could see what you meant. The sweet smell of chocolate filled the air in a delightful way. You made your way through the facilty. Nodding to the fellow woodland workers as you went. He knew being a goatman himself, it could be hard getting along with others. So it was a shock to see so many other animalistic humanoids. It made him feel oddly at ease. Though as he looked down at you. It seemed that was a feeling he was experiencing more and more.

Finishing up your conversation with a fox woman you nodded. Grabbing his arm, you wrapped it with your own plush one and continued forward. “I think you’ll enjoy our next stop as much as I do.”

The warmth of you body spread into him. If you were taking him there, he was sure he would enjoy every moment of it. “I will hold you to that, kleines Kaninchen.”

There it was again. The way it rolled from his tounge had you fighting off shivers. Your smile softened as you guided him deeper into the building.

Opening the door to your final destination, you glanced at him. Taking in his wide eyes and surprised expression. Stepping away from him you swept your arms wide. “This is our quality assurance room.” Candy was lined up, from wall to wall. It was organized by type and batch number, showing the sheer amount of variety. Making you way over to a smaller table, you waved him over. “I thought you might be interested in some of the more traditional chocolates. Though there is plenty more to try. If your taste is a bit more exotic.” You didn't miss the way his eyes seemed to dilate at your suggestion.

Heat pooled in his belly and he had to pause. You were a temptress, no a goddess of seduction. His muscles burned to pick you up and indulge in your taste. Bringing his face closer to yours his eyes become half lidded. “What would you recommend?”

In a flash your eyes lit up. Grabbing a speckled egg shaped chocolate you placed it to his lips. He was a bit shocked at your sudden change in demeanor. Still it was hard for him to resist your excitable nature. Closing his lips around the small confection, his eyes widened. It was creamy and smooth. As he bit into it he was surprised at the rush of spiced liquor flooding his tounge. “You are full of many surprises kleines Kaninchen.” Steping closer, he pressed his body against yours. “Show me more.”

You wasted no time, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck. Your lips moved feverish as they collided with his. He met you with just as much ferocity. Bringing his up hand to firmly grasp your plush bottom. He reveled un the way his finger sunk into you malleable flesh. Your bodies were flush against one another. Thrumming in the throws of passion.

When the door suddenly swung open. A deer man was looking over a clipboard as he entered. “Hey (Y/N), we need your….” As his gaze lifted from his work he gasped. Lifting the papers to his face he backed out of the room. Stammering out apologies profusely along the way.

Breathing heavily, he gently lowered you back to the floor. The both of your pulses were hammering in your ears. You sheepishly looked at him through your lashes. Admiring his rugged features as he gazed down at you. “I guess we could have picked a better place for something like this”

He smirked and nodded. “Perhaps I could return your hospitality. Have you ever explored in the depths of a castle?” His eyebrows raised suggestively as you giggled.

Resting your hand on his firm chest, you beamed. “I'm always up for a new experience. I've heard of a castle that has eternal Krampusnacht. I wonder if they can keep up with a bunny there.”

Your taunt got his blood boiling. Hefting your plush body up with one arm, he grins. Your lips met in another scorching kiss. “We will have to see, kleines Kaninchen.”

With that the two of you made your way out. Hoping that you hadn't mentally scarred you worker. But eagerly anticipating what your next meeting might bring.

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"i can fix him" ok well i will try to make him realize how loved and cherished he is outside of the narrative he created for himself

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Prisoner (Mizu x Chubby Reader)

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Mizu had spent all her life on a journey for revenge. After reconnecting with her mother, she is brought into a new situation. Though when the outcome is being the bodyguard of a soft, selfless woman. What is a samurai to do?

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. I recently watched Blue Eye Samurai and felt my heart break for Mizu. She needs someone to care for her and stay by her side. So this is my heart felt blanket to wrap her in. Hope you enjoy.

Side note, Mizu is referred to male and female. Until the reveal that is.

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After being reunited with her mother. A feat that she never would have dreamed of. Mizu hopes had soared. This was the start of something new. A way to give up her old life of revenge. To move forward and be happy. If only she knew how short that laughable notion would last.

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A foreboding sensation crept down her spine. Following her mother down the dark alleyway, her eyes couldn't stop darting back and forth. She hadn't been in this town long, but knew that they were in the seedier part. The occasional person would be slumped against a random wall. Though she never stopped long enough to see if they're chest was still moving. It wouldn't do to involve herself in something right now. She needed to keep up with the surprisingly fast older woman.

Another movement out of the corner of her gaze caught her attention. Long enough for her to collide into her mother. The woman scowled up at her. But her expression quickly softened as she brushed herself off.

Patting the younger woman's arm, she gave a thin withered smile. “It's not much further.” Continuing forward, she knew her daughter would follow.

True to her word, after a few more turns she stopped. It was a larger building than most of the others in the area. Still not in the best shape, but a proper structure. It didn't have any obvious signs of what may be inside. Which was odd for a building of this size.

That was until a man was thrown out the front entrace. He was short, his bones showing prominently through his skin. He had the same far off look on his face that her mother had after lighting her pipe. It was a an expression she had grown wearily used to.

A hard visage took over Mizu's face. Of course, when did anything urgent not involve her addiction. Facing her mother, the irritation only deepened. She didn't even attempt to look apologetic. Instead turning to the other man.

He was muscled, as wide as he was tall. And as she looked up at him, that seemed a feat. He glared down at the pair of them.

Her mother was quick to scramble over. “We have an appointment with the master of the den.”

He grunted, but moved the curtain aside. Stepping into the front room, they were met with a billow of smoke. It wasn't enough to cover the room, still noticeable all the same. She had to refrain from covering her nose. Without the knowledge of why her mother brought her here. She did know that annoying their host wouldn't be a good thing. Especially if her suspicious of what this place could be was correct.

The man led them up a flight of stairs and down a hall. All of the doors were closed, yet the same acrid smell wafted from them. Coming to the last door, she was quick to size up the man standing guard. He wasn't as tall as the first. Though muscled all the same. After a few whispered words, he allowed them to pass.

The room was smaller than she expected. But was well furnished to make up for the fact. Many brightly colored banners lined the walls. Depictions of flowing landscapes and floral arrangements were an odd decor choice. You would think that the boss of an opium den would want to display power. Not the softer, more delicate things in life.

He sat behind a solid looking desk. It was free of clutter and meticulously organized. The man was smaller than the others he employed. The hunch in his posture revealed a life of hardship.

Though this did nothing to to sway Mizu. She wanted out of this place as quickly as possible. It was not a wonder to her why her mother was being so secretive. The only question on her mind was why the woman brought her along.

Gesturing to the chairs before him, the man spoke. “I assume you're here to settle your debt. I can't help but notice that you have brought along someone.” Leaning forward, a slight smile slid onto his face. Eyes taking in the younger person, pausing at the sword on their side. “That's not supposed to be a threat towards me is it?”

A shifting sound was obvious outside of the door. A promise of violence to come, if this man saw fit.

Quickly sitting in one of the chair, her mother glared when she didn't follow. As much as she hated the loss of a tactical advantage. She didn't want to make an enemy out of this man in his home turf. Sitting down, she tried her best to split her attention between the man and door.

Shaking her head at the man, the older woman smiled brightly. “No, I would never dishonor you my lord. I come with a payment and propositions." Scooting forwards, she lowered her voice. “I have heard hearsay of your daughter needing protection. My son is an excellent swordsman that has taken care of many clients. They are just the person for the job.” She sat back proud of the solution that she had laid out. Perhaps this could curry her enough favor for a line of credit.

Not realizing the holes that were being bored into the side of her head, by her daughter. Hot anger course through her. Would she ever stop being a commodity to her mother. They had only just reunited. Yet she was shoving her off somewhere else to suit her needs.

Needing a moment to calm herself, she turns her gaze on the man. He met it steadily, seeming to consider the offer.

Narrowing his eyes he scowled. “You are confident in your skill?” His calculating gaze shifted to the mother as she nodded. “And you are willing to vouch for him?”

Smile widening the woman nodded feverishly. Glad that her half cocked plan was working out.

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Their first meeting was as tense as expected. Mizu stood next to your father. Silent as he explained how he had hired them to be your bodyguard. You looked down at the ground, only glancing up for introductions.

Your tone was soft and sweet as morning dew. Just as your plush body was. It was a stark difference to the hardness in your eyes. Though it was this that made her curious.

Dismissing the both of you, she followed you down the hall. It was a grand home. More rooms than your family needed. That is, if you weren't also housing the people from your father's business. It was easy to tell the difference between the household staff and the others.

Especially when it came to your interactions with them. You were always kind and gentle with your words. Until you were met with someone from the trade. A steel mask would slide onto your face in a moment. That didn't stop their attempts all the same. Many of the men would approach you with salacious smiles. But between your coldness and the hand resting on Mizu's blade. They never tended to linger.

Your relationship was a bit different. You weren't aware of his full situation. But your father rarely came by things in an honest or legal way. So it was hard to judge to harshly about why this man was chosen.

In a way, it had actually brightened your life. You had an easier time traveling the estate. Making your expected rounds, you found yourself enjoying the company. Even if it was usually a silent presence, it was still comfortable.

Your time spent painting was especially lovely. Most people would talk your ear off. What are you making? When will you finish? Is this really how you want to spend your time? It always seeped the joy out of the activity. Not with Mizu, he just watched patiently. It was nice to see him admire the pieces as you worked on them.

It was one of the days that realization came to her. “Are you the one who did the painting in his office?” It came out as more of an accusation than a question. Causing her to internally cringe.

Without turning a sad smile settled onto your face. “Some of them. My mother is the one who taught me.” Pausing you faced him. “So he decided to put them up in his office. He says they help bring brightness to a dark place.” Your smile had thinned by the end of your explanation.

Nodding at the turn in the conversation, she looked back at the canvas. “They are beautiful pieces.” She was afraid she had spoken out of turn. Until a soft smile graced your full face. An action that had her stomach flutter.

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She had been a bit surprised to find out that your father wasn't expecting you to marry. It was a much less traditional way for a family to lean. But after seeing his attachment to you. One of the only reminders of his dead wife. It was hard to argue with his logic.

The day she met your brother cemented the sentiment. He was everything you weren't. Cold and ruthless, as large and muscled as your father's hired hands. You were so gentle and soft. It was a shock to see you near each other.

He was often away to tend to business. Leaving his wife and son at the house. Though it seem that she prefered his absence as much as you did. You stepped in as a helping hand, as you often did.

Even if the family had lost your mother. They did not go without a matriarch. You easily stepped into the responsibility of such. Your motherly nature and grace was something Mizu admire. It was as if you were everything she lacked in femininity. She thought it would be something she might envy. But as she watched you play with your nephew. A feeling of warmth filling her cheeks was the only reaction.

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This hadn't been the first time she had caught you sneaking out. You often carried a few painted scrolls to the night market. Her following in your shadow. You were decent, but she had the experience of someone who could die if found out. Her past had been hard, but it had shaped her into a weapon.

You would peddle your wares and head back home. So she felt no reason to take away the only independent thing you did. Even noticing the repeat customers you had. Always refusing their coins, while you pushed a few extra back into their palms. It hadn't escaped her noticed what you were doing. It made her shake her head. How lucky did she have to be to meet such a selfless person. You were a goddess among mortals.

But your peaceful nights out didn't last. She had followed you back like any other outing. Only to get distracted by a hair clip. It looked so much like the cherry blossoms you often painted. You would always jest that you would be a master painter. If you could capture the beauty of the tree outside your window. They were your mother's pride and joy. Just like her memory, you nurtured and loved them.

As she approached the stall, she heard a scream. It was a woman, that much she was sure of. Sprinting towards the sound, she hoped that her gut was wrong. Heart pounding, she raced through the streets. Not concerned with what damage she may cause. Knowing that you weren't involved was her only concern. But she was wrong to get her hopes up.

Tossed to the ground, your kimono hanging from one shoulder, torn. Your face was red and your gaze steely. Glaring at the two men in front of you, you spat on the ground. A thick glob of red saliva landed near their feet. "That's all I have. Take it and leave me be.”

The smaller of the two nodded and began to turn. Stopping when the taller man rested a hand on his shoulder. “Maybe it's not just money we’re after.” His other hand reaching down.

Having assessed the situation well enough, she rushed forward. Her blade made quick work of the two fingers closes to you. They all looked in her direction. The two men sneering and you admiring awe.

Tears of helpless gratitude shown in your eyes. Scrambling towards her, you were nearly grasped by the injured man. Tucking you behind her, she glared at the men. Challenging them make a move.

The smaller man shook as he stood before the swordsman. He recognized a skilled opponent when they were in front of him. Eyeing the man beside him, he cringed. It would have been hard to tear his brother away from a lady as fine as yourself before. But add an injured body and ego on top of that. He didn't like his chances of getting him out of here alive. That didn't mean he wouldn’t try. “Apologies sir. We didn't realize the lady was your’s.” He bowed his head low, tugging on his brother’s sleeve.

The other man grunted in pain. Staring down the samurai, he seethe.

Shaking her head, Mizu glanced down at you. She could feel your grip tighten when he claim you belong to her. Yet another example of you having no say. She wanted that to change. For her to be the reason for your freedom. “She belongs to no one, but herself.”

Widen moist eyes shot towards him. Did he really believe that? You had never heard a man say such a thing. Waves of warmth spread through you at the statement. Shifting your plush body a bit closer to him, you spoke softly. “We should go. The night watchmen could get suspicious soon.” If they changed shifts before the two of you get back, it could spell disaster.

Nodding, she turned to leave the pathetic men. Not noticing the glint in the larger man's uninjured hand. The sting of the blade seared across her back. In an instance she reacted. Tossing you away, as her blade caught his throat. Falling to his knees he gurgled. Reaching towards the smaller man, not realizing that he was already speeding off. His own brother, leaving him to bleed out in the street. His last glimpse of his attacker being pulled away by an angel.

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Climbing through your window was hard enough on your own. Throw a wounded bodyguard into the mix. Let's just say you were hoping your luck didn't run out. Setting him against the wall, you went to fetch some water.

Taking this lull in the night to calm your racing heart. It wouldn't do to be caught out so late, especially flustered. It was quick work heading to the kitchen and back. This late in the evening people rarely roamed the halls.

Shutting the door behind yourself, you faced him. Surprised to see his bright gaze was already on you. You had always found his eyes intimidating, yet alluring. They burned with an intensity that you yearned to learn of.

Shaking the thoughts from your mind you went to work. Only to be promptly halted. He wouldn't allow you to undress him. You quickly became frustrated. “I need to see the wound to clean it.”

“It's fine.” Attempting to stand, he shifted back to a seated position, groaning. Narrowing his eyes, he sighed heavily. Allowing the top to slid down her shoulders? Oh! She folded in on herself as she felt your gaze burn into her body.

Soft fingers slid along her skin, warm and delicate. Just how she thought your touch would feel. It helped relieve some of the tension. Silently the wet cloth was dabbed against her wound. Pressed into the mared skin with care. Thankfully it wasn't to deep, so a wrap would do.

Finishing up, you couldn't help the sad look lingering in your eyes. “I understand. The life of a woman comes with many choices. Most of them not for us to make.” You slipped the sleeves back up her strong shoulders. Trying not to let your touch linger to long. Even if you longed to feel her skin, if only for a moment more. “I have been fortunate in some ways. My life has offered me more opportunities than I can recall. While I stay within this house that is.” Emptying the red tinged water out of your window, you sighed.

Her brows knitted together in confusion. “Why not escape. You have left multiple nights, helping others. Yet you always return.” She was surprised when you sat in front of her. Grasping her hands with your own. If she could bottle your warmth, she would never shiver again.

Your gaze softened, while your resolve hardened. “It's not that simple. I have so many that rely on me. Not just this household, but the citizens of this village. I refuse to turn my back on them.” You tightened your hold on her hands. “Any of them.”

She became overwhelmed with emotions. If she thought you made her warm before, she was burning up now. Grappling with her racing heart and fluttering stomach. She made a rash decision. Leaning forward, she tentatively brought her lips to yours.

They were as luscious as she imagined. Molding with hers like a dream. So supple, though not as plush as your thighs settling in her lap. You cupped her face with a gentleness that she knew she didn't deserve. It was as if she'd died and been given a glorious afterlife. One were she could wrap herself within your euphoria.

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As you two lie, limbs tangled together in an exhausted heap. She smiles down at your bare sleeping form. Plush body fitting against her own like a puzzle piece. It was pure and made all her worries melt away.

In this moment, your warmth seeping into her. She knows that her mission for revenge was over. Staying by your side and protecting you was what she was made for. Taking care of the person who always put others first. It had become her sworn duty and she wouldn't want it any other way. Especially knowing that you would stay by her side.

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