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hiya!! i really love your work and am glad that you are feeling better, even if its a little bit! welcome back :3

could i request red son with a S/O he’s known since he was a kid, but only as an adult did he confess to them?

❤️🔥 Flickers Left Unsaid — Red Son x GN Reader Drabble 🔥❤️

Genre: Fluff || He/she/they pronouns for Red Son, they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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Though he often refrained from admitting it, the flame prince was rather emotional. However, that's not to say that he was particularly good at managing said emotions. She felt very intensely, anger like a wildfire and joy like fireworks. But expressing these feelings, processing them, or reasonably resonating with them? Much less common for the princess.

You, somehow, had stuck by him when he was a particularly rambunctious and chaotic kid. His parents saw you as someone to keep their kid distracted while they planned his future, so you were allowed at the Demon Bull Kingdom whenever you pleased. Red Son delighted in your visits as a kid, always excitedly holding you by the wrist and dragging you everywhere. She wanted to show you every single scrap of metal they'd find, and displayed great enthusiasm n having you witness her majesty. But there was something a little more to it, something that stuck with the demon for many years to come.

She remembered a particular instance where you were playing his favorite game, Kingdom Battles. He'd set up obstacles, having designated areas for where each 'Kingdom' was, and you'd be his most trusted right hand, helping them take over the world. After a vicious fight with a mock dragon made of cleaning materials, Red Son had excitedly taken you to his 'castle' to announce to her loyal subjects of stolen home objects that you'd returned safe and sound. In the middle of narrating and acting out the joy of the monarchy, you'd said something that caught her attention. "You're such a great king, Red Boy! I can't wait to be part of all this for real someday!"

And though it had all been a game, just a young royal and his pal playing pretend, in that moment it felt very real. You were genuinely his closest and only friend, so having you in these big, important positions only felt right. And he'd always brag about how they'd be the king someday, so it made sense. He'd given you a bright smile that day, already mentally planning how he was gonna convince his mom and dad to let you rule beside him.

Things... didn't quite end up going as planned. Red Son was still merely a prince, and he'd had a few arguments with his parents over you for so long. But things were getting better. Red Son was flopped on his bed, one arm draped dramatically over his eyes. They'd never had the chance to tell you how she felt back then. When they were young, they had no idea what it was. She assumed the flutters in her chest and warm feelings were some demon biology thing or something. But he knew now, and he was all too aware of it. He ruminated over his feelings for what felt like the 50th time that hour. Sure, he was still abrasive, but he was much more controlled than he was a kid. This shouldn't be so hard, right?.... Gods this was going to kill her. But they were pulled out of their own thoughts at the sound of the door being knocked, making him shoot upright immediately.

"Darling, your friend is here" Princess Iron Fan announced, not even sparing a glance as she held open the door. You entered, giving her a polite "Thank you, ma'am" before the door was closed, leaving you and Red together. You walked in, flopping on the bed next to her "Whew. I thought their lectures were never gonna end". Red Son smiled, laying back with you "Did they try to convince you to leave again?". "Not quite, but they did go on a lot about how a prince 'should' associate himself with others" You answered. Red Son rolled his eyes "They can complain all they'd like, you're still welcome over anytime". "Thanks, Redsy" You smiled, making that extra soft warmth fill Red Son's chest once again. He was almost on pins and needles from the idea of actually doing this.

"So, why'd you call me in? Get bored of royal junk again?" You asked. This was it. That was her opening. Red Son took in a shaky breath, slowly sitting up once more. "No, I... I have something I need to discuss with you" they said softly. You sat up as well, a concerned frown on your face "Shit, did something happen? Are you okay?". "Yes, I'm alright, it's nothing like that" Red Son replied, waving their hand a bit. They felt a little heat to go their cheeks as they added, "But it is... rather personal". "Ohhh" You responded. You sat cross-legged, scooting in closer "Hey, you know I won't tell anyone, yeah? You can tell me anything". Red Son nodded, giving you a thankful smile. She was sure the pink hues to her face were growing noticeable, but he purposefully tried not to think about it.

He took in a deep breath, taking your hands in his. "Do you remember that game we used to play when you'd come over? With um-". "Flareblast Kingdom?" You responded, chuckling at the memory "Yeah, of course, why?". "Well... I've been thinking a lot recently. We've known each other for so long, and... I want to fulfill my promise that I made back then" Red Son said. He was speaking a little slowly due to some stammering, but you nodded a little as you followed along "Which is?". Red Son took a second to collect herself. They took a chance, moving one of their hands to gently cup your cheek in her palm. "I... want you to be a part of my kingdom. This one" they began, adding in, "Mother and father have said I can appoint my own staff now, but with very limited positions. I- I want you to be my advisor, in real life, and-" he nearly got choked up on his nerves, but he pushed through "If- If you'll have me... I want you to be mine. My- partner, for life"

Red Son had turned their face away from you, full of anxiety and worry. He knew this was probably a massive shot in the dark, and that there were many more appealing than a hotheaded royal. He felt like his heart was in his throat, and he was almost tempted to immediately apologize. But that's when he felt you plant a soft kiss to his cheek. Her hair sparked, a puff of smoke and flames coming up in surprise. They turned to look at you as you giggled from the reaction, gently cupping the hand Red still had on your cheek and leaning into it. "I'd be glad to. You'll need someone here to keep you sane. And besides..." you smiled warmly "I love you too"

Red Son blushed even more, nearly all of his face entirely pink. They were stunned for a moment before hugging you tightly, burying their face in your shoulder. "I- I love you too," he finally said, hugging you close. He felt elated as you returned the hug. "I love you more" You replied playfully, causing the princess to chuckle as she nuzzled into your neck "That's impossible". You huffed in amusement, patting her back "Is too. You're just too stubborn to accept it". Red Son let that one slide, too wrapped up in the feeling of being in your arms to mind. You stayed there with them, holding them close as you enjoyed his warmth. "You gonna tell your parents?" You asked. "I'll tell them you're my new advisor, yes. The rest..." Red Son trailed off with a smile "they'll figure it out. For now, I just want to be here with you"

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ne0nic · 1 year ago

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Our Game

₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Wriothesley x f!Reader ₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

MDNI

ִ ࣪𖤐 Word Count: 5.2k

ִ ࣪𖤐 CW: NSFW, Dom!Wriothesley, Thief!Reader, Mentions of Human Trafficking, Drugged Tea, Slight Bondage

ִ ࣪𖤐 No use of Y/N, Never use of Y/N

The game is lively tonight and you expect to enjoy it in full.

With effortless grace, you move in and out of the shadows around the Court of Fontaine, becoming a phantom of the night. The deserted streets are a ripe playground, businesses closed, doors and windows locked, and the guards drowsy and inattentive. It's a realm of exhilarating opportunity, just waiting for you to claim.

Your destination is the side door of the antique jewelry shop, known as the last source of pride for an elderly proprietor. Your knowledge of every shop in the city is impeccable, following a mistake where you learned that it's unwise to steal from a Fatui-owned establishment; it's akin to pilfering from the Tsaritsa herself.

With a few deft movements, you manipulate the lock, and the door swings open without a sound. The shop's interior is as silent as a tomb, its owners having long retired for the evening. You enter, your eyes alight with anticipation.

You navigate the shop's layout like a child in a candy store, your gaze drawn to the glass cases showcasing a myriad of jewels, each one casting a beguiling shimmer. With nimble fingers, you open the case and select a ring featuring a sizable ruby. You slip it onto your finger, admiring the deep red luster. The ring itself is far from delicate, clearly designed for a more masculine hand – someone like…

You quickly remove the ring, tossing it into your bag. No point dwelling on such thoughts; it's time to collect your treasures and make your exit. You work swiftly, carefully placing necklaces and bracelets into your waiting bag, ensuring the displays remain untouched.

The unmistakable sound of heavy boots approaching makes you freeze in place, listening to the resonant thud of leather shoes and the subtle jingle of chains and cuffs. It's time to depart. You wrap up your mission with meticulous precision, and as swiftly as you had arrived, you vanish into the night. Peering from the safety of an alley, you remain silent, unable to spot the approaching figure. Even worse, you're uncertain of the direction from which he's drawing near.

Taking on the rooftop is undoubtedly the better choice. Climbing up the copper gutter pipe, you gain a sweeping view of the city from the high vantage point. From here, you can easily traverse the rooftops, leaping across buildings and making swift progress. As the immediate danger lessens, you descend to the streets below.

Suddenly, that distinct sound returns, the one signaling his presence. How did he catch up to you so fast? It's time for plan B. You snatch a dark cloak from a nearby stall and quickly drape it over yourself, making a dash for the nearest stationed Garde.

"Oh! Garde! Monsieur!" you implore, rushing up to the uniformed soldier. The young man, evidently new to the force, turns his attention to you with an eager desire to assist.

"Madame? What's the problem?" he inquires, clearly willing to help.

"I was just at the tavern getting a drink, and I think a strange man is following me! Please, help me!" You plead, ensuring fear reflects in your eyes.

"Do not worry, ma'am. I will take care of this," he assures, stepping around you to face the direction of the approaching footsteps.

"Oh! Thank you so much, Monsieur," you say, masking your sly grin as you slip away.

The guard stands firm, ready to protect the innocent young woman who has placed her trust in him, aligning with the oath to safeguard all citizens of Fontaine. His excitement is palpable.

A shadow emerges in the dimly lit street, advancing slowly. The young Garde stands at attention. "You there! I'd like a word with you!" he calls out.

The approaching figure steps into the light, revealing a large, menacing man. He possesses piercing blue eyes, is adorned with chains and has a pair of handcuffs hanging at his side. His coat is casually slung over his back, and a scar stretches from the base of his neck, disappearing under his clothing.

The young Garde recognizes the man and instantly locks up. "Y-Your Grace! My apologies! I mistook you for a suspect!"

"Suspect? What gave you that idea?" the man inquires, tilting his head gently.

"This young lady, she—" The Garde turns, only to find that you've vanished. "Where'd she go?"

"A woman?" he asks.

"Y-Yes, a woman. She claimed a man was following her," the Garde explains. The man, who moments ago wore a serious expression, breaks into a smirk and chuckles softly.

You've successfully ascended the tower, fully prepared to make your getaway into the cover of the night. Luckily, tonight's escape had proven effortless, and you hadn't even needed to trigger an alarm to elude the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide. He must be accustomed to your flamboyant tricks by now. The two of you had been engaged in this thrilling game for so long that you constantly had to innovate new ways to lead him astray. However, you'd come to find that the simplest tricks were the most enjoyable, especially after the sheer madness you'd put him through as you slipped away.

As you make your way toward freedom, a hand wraps firmly around your wrist, pressing your back into the wall. He looms above you, an unamused expression on his face. The way his stunning eyes seem to gleam in the dim light sends a shiver down your spine.

"Hello, darling," you taunt.

"Give it up. I'm taking you in," he declares with unwavering determination.

"That's what you always say," you mutter, causing him to grit his teeth.

"The bag," he demands, extending his hand.

"You're no fun," you pout, pulling the strap over your head and placing it in his palm. Wriothesley keeps you cornered as he opens the satchel, only to find it empty—no jewels, necklaces, or even a few coins. "Trouble?" you ask with a smirk.

"Where are the jewels?" he asks bluntly.

"What jewels?" you play innocent. He grabs your arms, pressing you firmly against the wall.

"I'm not in the mood for this today," he growls.

"But I'm completely innocent, Your Grace," you say with wide, doe eyes. "Little old me? A thief? Isn't it wrong to accuse someone without any evidence?"

"Enough!" he snaps, pushing you closer, your chests almost touching. You can feel the way his heart races, how you make him nervous. It sends a thrill through you.

"Or was there a different reason you followed me tonight, Your Grace?" you inquire, leaning forward. Your lips are mere inches apart. He tries to hide the way his breath hitches, but your smirk widens. "Did you want me all to yourself? You could've just asked. I'd never refuse." You tease him with expert precision, knowing precisely what to say and do to provoke him. You close the distance even further, his eyes locked onto your lips. Your breaths mingled so closely that your lips could touch if either of you moved even slightly. And just when it seems like he can't take it any longer, you pull away. "Forgive me, Your Grace. Sometimes I forget you're a man of the law, dedicated to your work. Surely, you're far too busy for me to take up any more of your time."

"Shut up," he snaps, closing the gap between you in an instant. He captures your lips, instantly stealing your breath away. His kisses are demanding, his desire to take the lead palpable, and you willingly submit to his commanding presence. His teeth graze along your bottom lip, eliciting a breathy, barely audible moan from you. You press your thighs together, utterly captivated by the way this man has the power to make you unravel. His longing for you has always had the ability to make you tremble, particularly in moments like these, when the game between you two reaches its zenith, when he finally catches you, and both of your desires hit you without reserve.

His hand raises to the back of your neck, tilting your head up, giving him more of you. He's going mad. He has to be. There must be some kind of spell or pheromone that you've cast over him, that makes him need you desperately. Everytime you're before him like this, his morals fly out the window, and his lust becomes so thick he can't resist. He's well aware of the moral dilemma that plagues him. You're a true criminal, through and through, and he's fully cognizant of the wrongdoing of his actions. However, he never feels the exhilaration of the chase as intensely as he does when it's with you.

The tranquil sound of water churning brings you back to the present moment. Regrettably, it's time for you to make your exit. Your fingers slide over his vest pocket, and Wriothesley's brow furrows as you withdraw from the kiss.

"Gotta run," you murmur, slipping out of his grasp and collecting your discarded bag. Wriothesley's brows knit as you head toward the boat.

"Wait!" He attempts to step forward but is abruptly pulled back. He turns, only to discover that you've cuffed him to the service pipes. With a frustrated grunt, he struggles against the cuffs, and something falls out of his pocket. He gazes downward, finding a jewel necklace on the ground. Lifting his head to you again, you turn back to him with a playful smile.

"I had fun."

"Dammit!" He curses, his bracers materializing on his hand as he strikes through his own cuffs. Finally free, he makes a dash toward the boat. But the ferry has already set off, and he can only huff in frustration as you slip away.

Again.

Your fingers trace over the ledger, where rows upon rows of names denote inmates at the Fortress of Meropide. However, none of them match the one you're seeking. You can't help but wonder how many trivial offenses landed people in this imposing place.

Infiltrating the fortress itself was a relatively straightforward affair. They treat their prisoners well down here, making escape seem an improbable feat. Most inmates are cowed by the mere sight of the glass barrier that separates them from the relentless ocean outside. However, gaining entry was an entirely different challenge. Infiltrating the Duke's office, that's where things get tricky. Luckily, your familiarity with the office makes the entry a minor concern, especially when you have a duplicate key at your disposal.

"I'm assuming you didn't come for tea," a voice intones behind you. His hand closes the ledger's cover and rests atop it. Veins course through his arm and hand, and his knuckles are rough and calloused. You push away the inappropriate thoughts that threaten to surface.

"Should I even ask how you got in?" he continues, but you maintain your silence, choosing not to respond. Playing along with him today is the last thing on your mind.

"Who are you looking for?" he gets straight to the point.

"An...associate of mine went missing a few days ago. I was merely curious if he happened to be in your custody," you reply. He picks up the ledger and moves to the other side of his desk to set it down.

"Associate, huh? I thought you worked alone."

"I do," you confirm.

"His name?"

"As if I'd give you that. I'm not here to further incriminate him; I need to secure his swift release."

"Then it seems I can't help you," he states.

"You've never helped me," you correct, to which he chuckles.

"Touche."

"I brought you more of that blend you like," you say, gesturing toward the cabinet.

"Paid for with the proceeds from the jewels?" he questions, a hint of darkness in his tone. You smirk.

"I don't recall any jewels. It's simply a friendly gift, a favor for a favor," you reply, reveling in how his eyes narrow at your words.

"And what favor have I done for you?" he inquires, already knowing the answer. He's trying to ensnare you with your own words.

"I'll prepare a cup for you, dear. You seem weary," you offer, turning toward the cabinet. He's beside you in an instant, gripping your wrist.

"I wouldn't trust you to make anything for me," he snaps, making you smirk.

"Do you truly believe I'd do anything to harm you?" you ask in a feigned tone of surprise. You notice the tension in his jaw and your gaze drifts lower to the scar on his chest, which barely peeks above his clothing, triggering memories of that fateful day. "...Anymore?"

"Go sit down," he orders, and you pull away from his grasp.

"Yes, Your Grace," you say as you step over to the table. Outside the window, the vast expanse of the ocean unfolds, with creatures moving freely, seemingly unconcerned with the curse that hangs over the people of this nation.

You can't help but envy them, particularly after the arrival of that blonde-haired traveler, which marked the beginning of a downward spiral.

"I would like—"

"Three sugar cubes, I know," he interjects, causing a subtle smile to play on your lips.

"What time will the Iudex be arriving? I'd hate to be a bother," you inquire, knowing full well that you've committed his schedule to memory. He sighs, realizing there's no use concealing it from you.

"He won't be. Monsieur Neuvillette had a sudden trial, so he's rescheduled for next week," he admits, an air of candor coloring his response.

"What a shame. That blend is best served fresh," you murmur, your gaze drifting back to the water. A few moments later, he joins you at the table, the gentle clinking of teacups and saucers filling the air. You eagerly pick up your cup.

"I must admit I only ever have tea with you," you confess.

"Oh?" He raises an eyebrow as he settles into his seat. He observes you as you bring the cup to your lips and take a sip. Only then does he feel comfortable enough to indulge in his tea.

"It's true," you affirm, setting the cup down. "I always believe tea deserves to be enjoyed in good company."

"You don't have any other good company?" he inquires.

"None quite like you," you reply with a smile.

"Your clever quips won't get you out of here, you know."

"You think I'm clever?" You tease with a playful glint in your eyes.

"I don't intend to just let you walk out of here."

"You never have, not until I was properly sore and had trouble walking the next day," you taunt, taking another sip, causing him to gulp down his tea. His hands clench as you speak.

"Enough. This... arrangement we had is over. I'm taking you in. I'll inform Neuvillette of your transgressions, and you'll face justice," he declares, his tone stern.

"And then I'll find myself right back under your vigilant watch. Is that what you desire? To keep me close? Ensure that we'll never be apart again?" You tease. His jaw tightens. "I thought you relished our little game as much as I did."

"Game?! You're stealing from people!" His anger is palpable now.

You roll your eyes, reaching into your jacket and producing a document, which you slap onto the table. He leans back, perplexed. "And what is this?"

"The justification you seek. The part of you that yearns to believe I'm not entirely malevolent, this is your evidence."

"I don't understand."

"You will," you assure him. The grandfather clock in the corner begins to chime, marking the appointed time.

"It's time for me to go."

"What?" he blurts out.

You rise from the table with alacrity. "Thank you for the tea. I had a lovely time." You begin to walk away, and he suddenly springs to his feet. However, dizziness overtakes him, and he barely catches himself as the world blurs around him. Overwhelming drowsiness renders his legs wobbly, and he finds himself on his knees, struggling to resist it.

"When?" he manages to mumble.

"It was your teacup. You always use the same one," you giggle. He exhales in frustration. You draw closer.

"Don't worry. I'd never harm you. You're just going to have a short nap."

His hand grasps your wrist. "Don't go," he pleads, his desperation evident. It ignites a spark in your heart, prompting you to sink to your knees, cupping his cheeks.

"Well, when you ask so sweetly like that, how can I resist?" you murmur before pressing your lips to his. "Listen to Siegewinne, dear. You've been appearing quite exhausted lately. But I hope you'll feel better when you awaken. And on top of that," your gaze drifts toward the document, "you might see me in a different light the next time we meet."

After a lengthy and exasperating lecture from Siegewinne, Wriothesley finally returns to his office. It appears that you were telling the truth; it was merely a sleeping drug, and by the time he awoke, you had vanished. He didn't provide Siegewinne with many details about your encounter, nor did he delve into any in-depth discussion about you.

He sinks back into his chair, holding a cool washcloth to his forehead. You had been here, well within his grasp, and yet, once again, he found himself incapable of fulfilling the very duty he had sworn to uphold. It frustrates him to no end. Every time you make an appearance, it catches him off guard. However, when he saw you inspecting his office, for a brief moment, he had hoped you were there for him alone. Alas, that's never the case.

To make matters worse, you've infiltrated his dreams. Every time he closes his eyes, there you are, bare beneath him, your cheeks adorned with a charming flush. Your hands tenderly caress his face, and he takes you with a gentleness and passion that starkly contrasts the reality of your late-night rendezvous. Normally, he's rough with you, mirroring your intensity rather than expressing love.

The thought of you alone is enough to stir his desires, and he curses himself. You had drugged him not long ago, yet he's back to square one. Removing the washcloth, he stares at the ceiling, hoping his little problem will subside on its own. He replays the recent events in his mind, striving to rekindle his anger instead of his lust.

"You might see me in a different light the next time we meet."

What did you mean by that? How could he perceive you differently? His gaze drifts to the desk, where the document you left behind rests. He leans forward, scoops up the folded papers, and breaks the wax seal. As he peruses the contents, his heart sinks.

The elderly man who owns the jewelry shop was using it to launder money from human trafficking sales. You appraised numerous items and recorded their selling prices. You even managed to gather evidence of the boats at the marina being involved in the conspiracy. Photos, evidence—everything is meticulously compiled within these documents. This alone must have taken you weeks. A small note is clipped to the last page, the page itself revealing the location where the captors are holding their victims.

Without jewels, there are no sales. I have bought you time, Warden. Do not disappoint me.

He rises from his desk, his mind racing with thoughts of what to do next.

The entirety of Fontaine's police force is mobilized for this operation, simultaneously raiding all the identified targets. Wriothesley, however, personally takes charge of the most significant arrest. With a sense of duty, he apprehends the elderly man, promptly handcuffs him, and pushes him toward the exit.

Outside, the ever-dramatic residents of Fontaine have congregated, forming a boisterous audience to witness this spectacle. The vigilant Gardes work diligently to keep the curious onlookers at bay as he escorts the man outside. His eyes inadvertently scan the crowd.

A sudden pause overcomes him as he catches sight of you. A sly smile graces your lips as you knowingly meet his gaze, and then, with your characteristic grace, you disappear into the crowd, leaving him with a sense of intrigue.

About a week later, following the court's verdict and the subsequent exile to the Fortress, you make a return. Leaning casually on his desk, you patiently await his arrival. As he trudges up the steps, his demeanor brightens in pleasant surprise at the unexpected sight of you. There's a trace of solemnity in your smile as your eyes meet his.

Setting his report down, he approaches you, his curiosity evident in his tone. "You've been gone for a while."

"I had some important matters to attend to," you explain. "The victims who were kidnapped are now under the care of the Spina di Rosula. Most of them are just awaiting reunions with their families. Convincing a few to testify during the trial was a bit challenging, but I'm relieved it's come to a favorable resolution. The Spina di Rosula has pledged to hunt down the buyers, and I've provided them with all the information I could gather."

"Why not have the Spina di Rosula collaborate with the Garde?" he inquires.

"You and I both know that would never happen."

"What now?" he asks.

"My job is done, and I've cut my few remaining ties. All that remains," you say, raising his cuffs, "is you, Your Grace." He takes the cuffs from you, studying them with furrowed brows. As you lift your hands toward him, he glances from the cuffs to your wrists.

With a resounding clack, the cuffs land on the desk. The gravity of this decision settles upon you, hiding within it the unspoken message he wishes to convey. Slowly, you lower your hands as he fixes his gaze on you, drawing dangerously near.

"You're making a mistake," you caution.

"I know," he responds before pulling you closer and capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.

In a matter of seconds you both burst into his bedroom, lips locked, jackets falling to the floor. Your nimble fingers are quick on the buttons of his vest as he backs you towards the bed. He pulls your shirt upwards, his rough hands riding up your front. Once one hand finds your breast you moan into his mouth. His ice cold touch electrifies you. He rids you of your shirt and pushes you down onto the bed. His gray vest falls to the floor leaving him looking seductively disheveled in just his black button up.

The tip of your nail fits between your teeth as you devour him with your eyes. "You're going too slow," you whine, reaching a hand out. Your fingers trail over his shirt, feeling every curve of his muscles just beneath the fabric. It has you aching for him. He reaches up, tugging his tie free from his neck. You light up, obediently offering your other wrist to him too.

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you'd liked being my prisoner," he says, leaning closer as he ties the red fabric around your wrists.

"Don't threaten me with a good time," you tease, leaning in as well. His gaze falls to your lips before lifting your arms over your head and guiding you to lay on your back. From there he spreads your thighs, fitting himself between. Pressing your lips tight together, you resist the urge to beg. Even a small bit of friction would be heavenly, but it doesn't come. Instead he slowly strips your bottom half, taking his sweet time to admire your panties before just snapping them off your hips.

He sinks to his knees, lips caressing your inner thigh. Your hands find their way to your mouth trying to muffle your own weak whimpers as he trails towards your core. Where you want him the most.

Just as his breath ghosts over your aching cunt he stops. Suddenly his hand wraps around the tie and shoves it upwards again. "Do not move them again, if you do you can forget about my earlier mistake. I'll take you in, right now, like this," he threatens in a husky voice, eyes boring into yours. You smirk, lifting your thigh to rub against his hip.

"Like this, Your Grace? How scandalous," you tease.

"Do you understand?" he demands.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?" He snaps.

"Yes, sir," you say, your voice growing weaker.

"Good girl," he praises, and you know you're soaked down there. Cheeks tinged red and heart racing as he sinks back down your body. He lifts your thighs over his shoulders before tugging you in one last time. Torturously slow he gives a chaste kiss to your clit. You resist the urge to pull your arms back down as a groan leaves your lips, your body involuntarily twitching. Wriothesley smirks at the display. It's as if he's trained your body to fall apart at just his touch, something he carries with pride.

His tongue dives between your folds, and you throw your head back with a sinful moan. The man below you is terrifyingly good with his tongue and fingers which makes his next move a damning one.

Two fingers easily slide into you, but he makes sure not to curve them into the place you like. Instead he watches the way you writhe, almost trying to force his fingers that way, the pleasure making you dizzy. Pathetic moans and whimpers pass your lips, music to his ears.

"Please… fuck— mh."

"What was that?" He mutters. "I couldn't hear you." His fingers slow to a cruel rub.

"I wanna cum. Please," you beg.

"Really?... I don't know if you deserve to," he says, his voice dropping a few octaves. The voice change drives you, making him smirk as he feels you tighten. "After all, you didn't tell me what you were up to. You worked outside the law, you could've gotten yourself hurt. Now, that… I just can't seem to forgive." He crooks one finger up slightly, sending you spiraling.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry! I won't do it again," you promise. He slowly rises to his feet, fingers still deep inside you. Wriothesley leans over your trembling frame. His hand caresses your cheek with a tender touch. The coolness of his fingers on your burning cheek is practically bliss.

"Now, how can I believe you? You've broken every other promise you've made to me," he says tauntingly. Fuck! You hate him. You know what he's trying to do, and he knows how desperate you are, enough to agree to any of his demands. He brings your diverting gaze back to his.

"No more secrets," you agree, making him sigh.

"Now, was that so hard?" He asks, pressing right there making your head go fuzzy. You gasp in surprise as his fingers pull you apart all over again, the familiar sensation pooling within you. Wriothesley presses his lips to yours, tongue forcing its way into your mouth so he can still hear your gasping moans. "Cum, pretty girl." Your body shudders in the wake of your orgasm, and he doesn't relent, driving you oversensitive in a matter of moments. Your hands grab his wrist, stopping him as you still ride out the end of your orgasm. He smirks and pulls his fingers out. You feel the tie release your wrists.

He's gentle as he lifts your face, seeing the dazed, blissed out expression you wear. His lips peck around your cheeks, to your neck, to your collar, and them to your shoulders by the time your high fades.

"Back with me?" He asks lifting your chin, you nod and he slots his lips against yours while opening your legs again. He fits himself between them and pulls on his belt with one hand, something you don't mind helping him with. He chuckles as he feels you desperately pull his pants open. His aching cock springs free hard and hot in your palm as you stroke him. His forehead sinks to your shoulder as he shudders, slightly thrusting into your touch. "Shit."

"Hurry," you urge. Lifting himself up he positions himself so the head just barely brushes against you. You press your lips together.

Wriothesley reaches upwards, his hand sliding down your arm until he can fit his fingers between yours. Then he thrusts. His other hand grips your hip so tight you pray there will be a bruise. He stretches you open, forcing you to take his size, your eyes roll back into your head.

"Fuck!" You cry out as he bottoms out. He starts with slow shallow thrusts but his patience quickly wears thin. In no time he's snapping his hips forward, rocking the bed, shoving himself deeper inside you. It's predatory, the way he heaves, the way he takes, the way his fingers grip your hair and hold your head up to make you watch him fuck your brains out.

In practically no time at all you're cumming again, but he doesn't slow down, his own orgasm approaching as he feels you clench down on him. The continued force of his thrusts sends you right into a second orgasm and he follows suit. Your cunt milks him for all he's worth. Every drop belongs to you.

He belongs to you.

"Just fucking be mine already," he groans. His words break through your hazy mind in an instant.

"What?"

"Fuck," he mutters. "You're gonna make me say it outright, aren't you?" He leans over fingers brushing over your cheek. "Stay with me. Be with me."

Your heart feels as if it may beat out of your chest as he says it. His cold eyes are now strikingly warm and tender. But you don't know what to say.

Instead you reach up, hands pulling his face down to yours. He complies easily. You kiss him sweetly, whispering against his lips, "I'm yours."

Your confirmation makes his heart sing as he kisses you with more fervor, growing hard inside you once more. The first thrust catches you by surprise but you're loving it. This time there's nothing rough about the way he holds you. He treats you softly, like you'll break if he's any harder. He holds your body in tight to his, burying himself deep inside you, until you're seeing stars.

The clock chimes, marking the hour as Wriothesley opens his eyes. To his dismay the spot next to him is empty. He rubs his face, already stressed that you've disappeared like usual. Unfortunately, maybe he was foolish enough to hope for something more from you.

Sitting up he finally notices the weight on his finger. A ring, a gigantic red ruby within a thick band. The metal is dark and the design is intricate. Honestly, it truly seems like something he'd wear.

Peering over to your side one more time his eyes widen as he sees a folded up paper. With one hand he retrieves it and flips it open.

My secrets come at a cost, Your Grace. So, if you manage to catch me Thursday night, I might consider telling you one or two. Preferably over tea.

I'll be expecting you.

He laughs to himself, "So, the chase is still on, huh? Better make it interesting."

#wriothesley x reader

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nanamistiee · 10 months ago

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satoru gojo as your boyfriend. // headcanons

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ satoru gojo as your boyfriend head canons ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

✧ satoru's love language is definitely gift-giving. he's heading to a certain city on a mission and he knows your favorite sweets are there? yeah, the curses can wait, he's making a bee-line to the candy shop to snag a couple for you to enjoy when he gets home. he's not the type of guy to ever come home empty handed, either. even after a long day, he's 100% showing up with flowers or a bottle of wine or something to show his affection for you.

✧ as much as he'll never admit it, satoru is a sappy lover. you have the ability to turn him into absolute mush; he's putty in your hands. although he's the type to tease the absolute living hell out of yuji, megumi, and nobara for having crushes, satoru is 100x worse. he worships the ground you walk on and he's not afraid to show it.

✧ one of his favorite things to do with you is cook. let's face it, he's pretty much stuffing his face with something 24/7, whether it be sweets, savory snacks, or anything he can get his hands on. so this is a perfect date night for you two. except... he lets you do most of the cooking and he's there for moral support. he's like your perfect sous chef, nodding along to whatever you say and passing you whatever incredients you ask him for. he'll always slip in a cheeky little 'yes ma'am.' & 'yes, chef,' too.

✧ trying to get ANYTHING done with satoru is hard. you've got something cooking on the stove and it's about to boil over? he doesn't care, he needs to spin you around in the dining room and tell you you're gorgeous. you're trying to study? he doesn't care, you HAVE to give him a kiss because it's been an hour since you last kissed him and he's gonna die if you don't give him a kiss in the next thirty seconds.

✧ satoru is clingy. he needs to be holding your hand, burying his face in the crook of your neck -- anything. he's the type of guy to always ask you if you love him. the affirmation and reassurance is something he definitely needs, but, god, does he love hearing it from you. he will also abruptly stop whatever he's doing to pick you up, whether it's bridal style, over his shoulder, anything. he runs on pure impulse and dumb ideas, so throwing you over his shoulder and then onto the couch to force you to cuddle with him happens quite frequently.

✧ satoru is annoying, but in the best way possible. he loves to rile you up and make you all feisty. he'll never do anything to purposely upset you (and god forbid if he does upset you, this man is on his knees begging for forgiveness) but god, does he love seeing the fire in your eyes. he knows you can't be mad at him for too long, either. he'll always tell you this -- 'you can't be mad at me,' pouting at you, etc. gojo has you all worked down to a science, and in truth, you could never really be mad at him because he's so in tune with your emotions. he prides himself on being the best (and most annoying) boyfriend in the entire world.

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ thanks for reading owo my ask box is always open !! ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk imagine #satoru gojo imagine #satoru is also a girldad you cant change my mind

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iheart-nana · 4 months ago

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iii. opportunities

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CHAPTER THREE ─ opportunities.

❛ but this is getting good now, he's so tall and handsome as hell ❜

Narrator's Perspective

The final bell pierced the air, a sharp clang that shattered the focused hum of the classroom. A collective sigh rippled through the students, a wave of relief washing over them after a day of lessons, tests, and social navigation. Papers rustled as they're shoved into backpacks, textbooks slammed shut with finality.

A teacher who Eunyoung recognized as the head of the school newspaper approached her as she and Yumi made their way to the gate.

"Eunyoung! I'm so glad I caught you!" she sighed in relief, "There's an article that we need done urgently for next week. It involves interviewing the swimming team regarding the upcoming tournament. I understand you're swarmed in other schoolwork too, but could you cover it this one time? The boy who was supposed to write it is down with chicken pox, and won't be able to complete it."

"Sure Ma'am, it's no hassle," Eunyoung agreed with a smile, her heart swelling up with happiness, "I'll submit it by next week."

"Thank you so much!"

As the teacher left, Yumi stared at Eunyoung with a teasing smile. "I don't remember this happening before."

"This article was given to someone else because I declined it," Eunyoung answered, smiling, "I was never one for sports."

"You're getting used to this era pretty well, I see," the teasing smile was still plastered on Yumi's face.

"I hope you remember that you have piano practice at the music club today," Eunyoung attempted to change the topic.

"I remember it very well," Yumi answered, noticing the shift as well as her sister's flushed face, "Enjoy writing your article," she winked and skipped away.

Eunyoung, a smile playing on her lips, strolled leisurely towards the bus stop. The familiar path triggered a wave of deja vu, a feeling that mirrored her experience earlier that day. It was as if she were walking this very route not for the first time today, but for the hundredth, a memory from fifteen years ago inexplicably resurfacing.

Reaching the bus stop, she was met with the usual chaos - a throng of students jostling for a spot on the overflowing bus. But amidst the sea of uniforms, a single figure caught her eye. There, like a beacon cutting through the crowd, stood Sunjae. His beauty was undeniable - flawless features that seemed sculpted by the gods, and a mess of fluffy hair that cascaded down his forehead. He was a picture of youthful perfection, a vision that both startled and soothed her.

So, this is the bus he takes... She thought to herself, the fact that she takes the same one slipping her mind completely.

💿

Yumi dragged her feet along the pavement, making her way to the school music club to practice piano. Learning the piano was never something she wanted to do, but continued passively as she loathed the idea of quitting in the middle of learning. She remembers ceasing to practice after law school, which meant she hadn't touched a piano for nearly fifteen years. She couldn't recall her dislike for it, but reckoned that those old emotions would come crashing back to her the second she sat down on her piano stool.

Upon reaching the looming building, she was unable to take any steps inside, but simply gaped at it in silence. It was a place she kept revisiting, every single day, no matter what. Coming to practice consistently was something her younger self had never challenged, but now as she viewed life from a different lens, that had been weathered by adversities, she began to question if there was any meaning in these recurring religious visits.

Drawing up the courage from an unknown source within her, she entered the building with a blank, bored face. Sitting down at the waiting area outside the various practice rooms, she dug out her music sheets from her backpack, attempting at familiarizing herself with them after being parted for dog ages.

Then suddenly, a cry of agitation diverted her focus to the source of the sound.

"Yah! Kim Taesung! I can't believe you're late again!" Inhyuk scolded the boy.

Yumi turned her head the other way to find out who he was looking at. Her eyes fell upon a messy-looking boy- seemingly from her school, wearing just a white shirt with no tie and a bright red biker jacket. His hair fell loosely on his face, ruffled by the wind. He had a cat-like face and a cheeky demeanour as he smiled sheepishly at Inhyuk, "Let me go this time, I really got stuck in traffic."

"What bullshit," Inhyuk countered, "It doesn't even take 10 minutes to walk from school to here. Quit dilly-dallying and get your act together."

Taesung scoffed and murmured another apology.

Just then, a strong gust of wind blew through the open door, and the music sheets on which Yumi's grip had loosened while staring at the unknown boy, scattered across the floor. Both Inhyuk and Taesung lunged to grab them in time before they could fly away while Yumi closed the door. Taesung gathered the sheets from the ground and from Inhyuk and handed them to her.

"Here," he said. Yumi looked up at his eyes creased with a smile. All she could do was stare at his face blankly.

Why am I behaving like this?

"Thank you," she mumbled and took the sheets and made a run for the piano room.

"How odd..." Taesung muttered under his breath.

💿

"So, what, you just stared at his face?" Eunyoung questioned after Yumi narrated the events of that day.

"I said thank you after," Yumi corrected, unsure of what to feel.

"How polite," Eunyoung said thoughtfully, "What about Inhyuk, did you talk to him?"

"What do you think?" Yumi retorted, "I need a reason to talk to him."

"I guess," she answered, "What about the other guy? You think he knows Sunjae?"

"I don't know," Yumi confessed, "Guess I'll have to find out."

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nayoung's notes: taesung cat agenda is going to continue throughout this book btw. hope you enjoyed reading this!

delphi's notes: let's go taesung debut! the best thing is that yumi just freezes when she sees him lmfao. she's so real for that.

@the-one-and-only-delphi

next chapter: saturday! (out now) list of chapters here!

#( +🎧 ) nayoung ?!#— nayoung's writing #TOWARDS YOU — lovely runner.#lovely runner #lovely runner fanfiction #lovely runner x oc #ryu sunjae #sunjae #ryu sunjae x oc #kim taesung #taesung x oc #song geonhee #byeon wooseok #ryu sunjae icons #random icons #byeon wooseok icons #headers edited by me :)

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gloomy-kitty · 1 year ago

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𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐣𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝

𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥

warnings : ending spoilers

notes : Yipeee that's the end hope it was worth the wait and I hope you guys liked it. I may or may not write a more definitive ending or maybe I'll let you all suffer and make up your own ending.

Day turned to night and no sign of Joshua but something else had unintentionally distracted you. Edda had gone into labor and given birth. You sat in the room alongside Gav, Mid, Jill, and Torgal. You joined Gav in making silly faces at the baby rocking the baby boy in your arms, "Jill come look how cute he is." You cooed smiling as you turned to her. But she was standing at the window gazing out at the moon Torgal by her side. You noticed she seemed distant but that was too be expected. Turning to the blonde beside you, you spoke, "Your turn Mid." You said gently handing her the baby. Mid laughed in delight as she rocked the baby back and forth. Standing to your feet you walked towards the grey haired girl's side. "They'll be back soon Jill. It'll be okay." You said trying to comfort her. Jill turned to you and nodded, "Right..." She trailed off her gaze never leaving the night's sky. You turned your gaze to the side watching the Metia star glow brightly next to the moon. Placing a hand on Jill's shoulder you tried to comfort her, "Don't worry to much. They're strong." You said before leaving her side. You needed some fresh air so you'd figured you do something for Edda after her exhausting labor, "I'll be back Edda. I'm gonna get you something to eat." You called out flashing her a smile. Edda returned the smile, "Oh that sounds wonderful. Get me the biggest piece of meat you got!" She chimed. You winked at her, "Yes ma'am!" You replied walking out of the room.

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"Thank you for cooking somethin' up for Edda at such short notice." You said thanking the cook. "Aw it ain't no problem." The cook said bashfully. Leaving the dining area You held the tray of food as you hummed contently walking down the steps back towards the infirmary. By tomorrow morning Clive, Joshua, and Dion would be back celebrating their victory over Ultima. For now you had had to wait, lost in thought it was the sudden sorrowful howling from Torgal that you stop dead in your tracks. Snapping your attention to the sky, your heart dropped, you saw the Metia stare die out. Then you noticed Orgin was gone—the foreboding crystal was gone but where was Joshua and the others?!

It was then you connected the dots, Metia burning out only meant one thing. Gasping your eyes widened as tears pricked the corners of your eyes, You dropped the tray of food and fell to the ground, "No! No!" You cried out as hot tears fell down your face. Your heart hurt so bad, you could barely breathe as heavy sobs racked through your body. "_____!" Tarja shouted as she saw you fall to the floor rushing to your side. You sobbed barely able to utter a word as Tarja asked if you were feeling ill but she then connected everything m. Jill rushing out of the room, Torgal's howling, Orgin gone, and your sobs. She looked at the sky and saw the once bright red star was now gone. They had died they weren't back. She didn't say anymore instead comforting you as you clung onto her sobbing. Joshua was gone he wouldn't be coming back ever again. You were alone in this world you would never marry nor would you ever be able to see Joshua's comforting smile or feel his warm embrace.

You wished you had died instead. Perhaps you should of let the world burn that night in the Dominion—letting Dion finish the world off with Bahumet's flames. There was no point in living in a world without Joshua; your heart couldn't bear the pain of losing him again. This time permanently.

And thus did their story end.

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<- previous chapter final alternative ending ->

#fanfic #final fantasy 16 #final fantasy xvi #joshua rosfield #writings

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ariaalumina · 3 years ago

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✧ how you became lovers

☾ genre: fluff

☾ with Kita

(credits to @yelabau on Twitter)

parts: I, ✿, III, IV, V

♡ you became friends

Every time you and Kita see each other, you would just bow or wave at each other

Sometimes you see each other whenever the student council has business with the volleyball team.

You tried to find ways to be close to him, but you can't seem to find the right time. With all your studying and secretary duties, you really can't find the time to talk to him.

Kita is actually thinking the same thing. He wants to be closer to you, but with him being a bit too awkward (he said so himself) and busy with volleyball, he can't seem to find the right time to approach you as well.

One day, on a weekend, you went outside to clear your head. Kita has always plagued your mind which makes it hard for you to sleep.

While walking, you stumbled upon an old lady who was carrying some heavy groceries.

"Ma'am, may I help you?"

"Ah, thank you, dearie~!"

When you reached her home, she told you to stay for lunch as thanks for helping her with the groceries.

"Thank you very much for helping me! Please stay for lunch!"

"O-Oh, I don't want to intrude—"

"You're not intruding dearie! Please come in and stay for lunch."

"U-Um, thank you so much! Then, if you don't mind..."

You had a very pleasant conversation with grandma.

You have also decided to help her with cooking and setting-up the table (though she refused at first as you were a guest).

"Um, do you live alone in this house?"

"Oh? No! My grandson also lives here. He helps me with cooking and other chores."

"I see! That's so good of him to do. By the way, where is he?"

"He's training with his team as of the moment."

"Even on weekends? That's amazing?! What team is he on?"

"He's with the volleyball team! He practices with them every weekend. I've heard from him that his team is really good. He really looks up to the team so he always tries his best to catch up with them."

You suddenly became nervous. You thought that maybe his grandson goes to Inarizaki and is part of the volleyball team? Nah. That's impossible. There are other powerhouse schools around the area so chances are slim.

"Yeah." You nodded to yourself. You must be right.

"Wait." Didn't she say that they practice every weekend? But, Inarizaki also practices every weekend? Maybe it's a coincidence? Yeah. A coincidence.

Yeah, a coincidence. You convinced yourself.

"Around what time do they start practicing?"

"They start their practice very early and end around— Oh! He must be almost home."

On cue, you heard the front door open.

"I'm home, grandma."

Oh no. No. No. No. Please. Anyone but him.

"Ah, Shin-chan! Welcome home. I was just done with cooking lunch. Let's eat!"

"Thanks grandma."

You tried to hide yourself in the kitchen when he suddenly noticed your presence.

"Who is this, grandma?"

"Oh! She helped me in carrying the groceries. I invited her for lunch as thanks."

"I see. Thank you for helping my grandma um...?"

You were panicking. Nervous. Anxious. You didn't know that this was Kita's grandma, that this was Kita's home. This was just purely coincidence.

"Umm. Hello?"

You sighed as you clearly had no choice but to face him.

When you turned around, Kita was surprised (in a good way). He didn't expect you to be the one to help his grandma.

"Um, hi Kita-san! Didn't expect to meet you this way hehe."

"Oh my! You know Shin-chan?" - Grandma

"We're schoolmates, grandma. She also studies in Inarizaki." - Kita

"That's great! Thank you for taking care of my precious grandson!" - Grandma

"It's no problem at all!" - You

You were quite nervous that lunch may be awkward, however, that's not the case.

The lunch was actually pleasant. With your grandma always talking and you and Kita giving some insights here and there.

Not only that, you were able to see Kita being more talkative and smiling. It was quite cute.

Overall, the lunch was delicious and enjoyable!

You are now with Kita as you guys are heading towards your house.

"You didn't have to walk me home, Kita-san!"

"No, it's alright. It's quite dangerous for you to go home alone. Besides, I really wanted to talk to you."

Your heart just skipped a bit. Kita wants to talk to you. What does he want to talk about?

"I would like to thank you for helping my grandma. And also for keeping her company while I was away."

"It was no big deal, Kita-san. She was really sweet and kind! I couldn't just leave her alone."

While walking home, you and Kita were having a really nice conversation.

You were quite worried that the walk would be very awkward as both of you are not that talkative, but that's not the case.

While talking with him, you were thanking the universe in your head for giving you the opportunity to be closer to Kita.

Both of you didn't notice that you had already arrived at your house

You were a bit disappointed as your time with Kita was cut off. You were also afraid that once this is over, you may not be able to talk to Kita again.

"Uhh. Thanks for walking me home, Kita-san."

"Shinsuke."

What?

"Call me, Shinsuke if you don't mind."

"U-Um! Sure! S-Shinsuke-san!"

We all know that Kita doesn't get flustered easily. Many people (the volleyball team) tried everything just to get a reaction from him, but alas, they fail.

No one, other than his grandma, was able to see him flustered.

But now, you're a witness to that.

You can say that it was worth it seeing him flustered.

Knowing that you were the one who made him flustered made you very happy!

He's so cute.

"Also.." - Kita

"Hm?" - You

"Is it also alright with you if we can talk more in school?" - Kita

He will be the death of you.

"O-Of course! I would like that as well."

You owe the universe for this.

As Kita arrived at his house, his grandma noticed something.

"Shin-chan, you look happy."

"Really? Well, today was a good day. Don't you agree, grandma?"

After the “accidental-lunch-with-his-grandma” incident, you and Kita became really close.

There were times that you would sit with Kita and Aran during lunch or talk to Kita whenever you see each other.

Sometimes, Kita's grandma would send you some snacks or would ask you to visit her again to which you do visit.

Once you befriended Kita, you automatically become friends with the volleyball team.

You should really thank the universe and Kita's grandma.

☾ notes: Here’s the second part ♡ Enjoy!

☾ read more of my works ♡

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kyonkyonswife · 3 years ago

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two - they're all animals!

‘they're all animals!’

. ⋅ ˚̣- : ✧ : – ⭒ ⊹ ⭒ – : ✧ : -˚̣⋅ .

“Hello! Package for you from Speedy Delivery!”

“SHIT SOMEONE’S AT THE DOOR,” I exclaimed while holding the orange cat rushing to open the door while Tohru followed behind me.

I open the door quickly before shouting out. “THEY’RE…THEY’RE…THEY’RE ALL ANIMALS!”

“Yes, ma'am, I see you have some animals there.” The delivery man said with a smile. “Could you sign this, please?

Tohru was hyperventilating behind me trying to catch her breath since I ran so fast to the door.

“NO, WHAT I MEAN IS-“ As the dog cut me off while signing the package.

“What a smart dog!” The delivery man says as he hands me the package while the “animals” are on the floor. “Thank you, see you next time!” He waves as he walks away.

Out of exhaustion, I fell to the floor with the package in my hands as Tohru sat down trying to catch her breathe still.

“WE CAN’T EVEN MAKE A GOOD COVER STORY IF YOU JERKS TRANSFORM, TOO!” The orange cat screamed at the dog and rat.

“You’re the one who slipped up first, you stupid cat.”

Tohru and I turned towards them and back at each other.

“Th-they can speak human language?!?!” Tohru says confused.

“EXCUSE ME?!?!”

“Shut up, clumsy cat.”

Shigure barked as Yuki still sat on his head, “Well, better to just tell them than to make up a story they won’t believe.”

“I have the dog spirit,” Shigure explained as he turned his head to face Tohru and me. “Yuki-kun has a rat spirit, and Kyo Sohma over there has a cat spirit. We’re all possessed.” The orange cat also known as Kyo kept on hissing then made a sassy face.

“Others in the Sohma family are possessed by the other zodiac spirits, too. It’s run in the family for hundreds of years now.” Shigure continued to explain as I stood up grabbing Tohru’s hand to help her up. “It doesn’t give us any especially cool powers, though. Pretty much all we do is communicate with our respective animals, and for some reason, we transform when we’re sick, or when hugged by the opposite sex. We automatically turn human again after a while…” The minute he said that they turned back into their human form and Tohru and I were met with naked men, quickly I covered Tohru’s eyes and turned around as Tohru was freaking out. “…Buck naked, I’m afraid.”

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In the dining room

Y/n’s pov

“Sorry, you had to see that.” Shigure apologized as they were finally dressed. “Are you girls feeling a bit calmer now?”

“Uh, I’ve mostly processed things. How about you Tohru?” I asked her as we sat at the table.

“Um same I’ve mostly processed things.”

Me and Tohru faced each other as if we read each other minds shocked. ‘This must be why Sohma-kun shoved away from the girl who tried to hug him.’

“Man, Kyo, you’re such an idiot!” Shigure says while sitting down in front of me. “Should a trained martial artist be so easy for a girl to sneak up on?” Shigure teased Kyo. “You really have eyes for no one except Yuki-kun!” As he continued to tease Kyo which seemed to make Kyo rile up.

“DON’T MAKE ME SOUND CREEPY! AND DON’T BLAME ME.” Kyo exclaimed as he turned around to face us. “What the hell are they—two girls—doing here in the first place?!?” As he pointed at me and Tohru. I quickly got in front of Tohru to protect her just in case anything happened to her.

“Be quiet. It’s none of your business whether there are girls in this house.” Yuki turned around. “You’re an outsider.”

“SHUT UP!” Yelled Kyo as he punched the table which caused my forehead to start bleeding but thank the lord Tohru was behind me. “Huh?”

“Y/n-kun, you’re bleeding!” Shigure and Yuki looked at me in worry.

“Uh it’s a little blood, I’ll be fine.”

“Y/n you always say that when we were younger!” Tohru exclaimed.

“We need to treat it fast,” Shigure said with a worried look on his face.

Kyo looked like he was in shock but I could care less right now since my forehead was bleeding.

“Let’s see, antibiotic ointment…” As Shigure was looking for the ointment, Tohru was holding my hand in worry and Yuki smacked the shit out of Kyo.

“Yuk-“

“I knew you were an idiot, but I didn’t think you were this bad,” Yuki said with a calm look on his face as he unbuttons one of his buttons. “Out of respect of the sheer depth of your idiocy, I’ll do you a favor: I’ll fight you seriously,” Yuki said with a slight smile on his face.

“Kyo, don’t bore me.” As Yuki raised a hand beside his face.

“Bring it on, girly-boy!”

The duo started to fight. Kyo tried to kick Yuki but Yuki dodge it. They continued to fight as Tohru and I watched. Tohru looked concerned so she tried to call out to stop them.

“Sohma-kun!”

I didn’t give a shit cause this fight was one of the most amusing things I have ever witnessed.

“Don’t worry, Tohru. They get along so badly it’s not even funny.” Shigure said while getting close to my face to clean the wound. “They’re always fighting like that.”

“Er, shouldn’t we stop them?” Asked Tohru.

“Nah, it’ll be over soon,” Shigure said as he tended to my wound. “Today will be…” As he finally placed a bandage on my head. “…Another win for Yuki-kun.”

The minute Shigure whispered that Yuki suddenly got so close to Kyo’s face which made Kyo panic. It gave Yuki a chance to hit Kyo across the face his foot which sent Kyo flying through the doors into the small pond.

“I told you not to bored me.”

“Damn he went flying,” I smirked.

“He..he went flying…” Tohru said in shock.

“Don’t you go breaking my house, too!”

“Y/n-san, how badly are you hurt?” Yuki asked as he kneeled beside me.

“I’m fine, that fight was amusing though,” I said with a smile.

“Is he going to be alright?” Tohru asked with a slight lace of worry for the ginger.

“Eh.”

“I figure he’s probably fine.” As Yuki said that Kyo came out of the water out of breath.

‘I never would have guessed that this boy they call “prince” was so tough. He’s so different at school. OH SHIT SCHOOL, THAT THE ONE THING TOHRU AND I PROMISED TO MOM TO FINISH.’

“Tohru, we’re going to be late for school!”

“AHH, I FORGOT WE HAVE SCHOOL!!”

“We’re sorry about our timing! But it’s very important to us that we get to school every day!” I said while standing up as I grab Tohru’s hand to help her up.

“Of course. You both promised your mother, after all.” Shigure said. “Still, I’ll have to report what happened to Akito-san, the family head.”

“Family head? That must be someone important. As long as they don’t harm Tohru in any way I don’t mind meeting them.”

“We’ll go change our clothes now,” I said as I grab Tohru’s hand and run to our room.

“Sure.”

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“That explains why you spilled our secret so easily,” Yuki said. “You’re planning to have their memories removed, like back then…”

“No, I’m not, actually.” Spoke Shigure. “We had no choice that day because of how many people found out.”

“I’m going to school, too,” Yuki said while walking to his room to get dressed. “At least fix the roof, stupid cat!”

“Kyo-kun, look after things here, okay?” Questioned Shigure. “Don’t even think about going missing again while I’m gone.” Stated Shigure as he walked away. “And be sure you apologize to Y/n-kun.”

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Timeskip

In class

“It’s not like you two be late. Did you two oversleep?” Uotani asked as she and Hanajima walked to Tohru and I’s desk.

“Huh? Oh, yea.”

The day I told Tohru that I was her sister was the day we also told Hana-chan and Uo-chan since we thought it would be good for them to know.

“My, my! Oversleep, eh?” We all turn around to face the random girl who was talking to us. “You should have just stayed home.” As I was about to get up and beat the shit out of these bitches, Hana beat me to it and chased those girls with her evil waves.

“The prince came late today, too, so they’re extra suspicious,” Uotani told us as we continued to stare at the door.

Tohru and I looked at each other and read each other’s minds again. ‘We definitely can’t tell them that we slept at Yuki’s house.’

Hanajima walked back in. “Morons. Their brain cells must not get much exercise.”

Without realizing it, Yuki stares at my group as we continued to talk.

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After school

I and Tohru walked down the hallway together as always.

“Honda-san.” Tohru and I turned to see who called us. We saw that it was Yuki in an empty classroom. We entered the classroom curious about why Yuki had called us both in here.

“Sohma-kun?”

“You…didn’t tell your friends about us.”

“Hmm? No, we didn’t.”

“Oh, no, did we make you worry about that?!” Asked Tohru. “We’ll never tell!”

“Tohru’s right, our mother often told us that only bad guys blab others’ secrets!”

“No, what I mean is…”

“We swear on an oath. We’ll seal it in blood, or with a cigarette burn, or whatever you want.” I declared.

“No, listen…”

“Our mom used to do that a lot-“

“That’s not the issue!” As Yuki kabedon me against the wall while Tohru just stood there shocked. I on the other hand was just confused asf.

“I’m sorry. Even though you’re doing your best to keep our secret, we might end up erasing yours and Tohru’s memories.”

“Huh??”

“Not literally. It’s hypnotism. A long time ago, I got found out like we did today. A girl hugged me, just playing around. It turned into a big thing, and the memories of everyone there got suppressed.” Yuki explained.

“Sohma-kun” Tohru said as Yuki turned his head to face her instead of me.

“I’m sorry.” Yuki apologized as he started to walk away. “I can’t go against Akito’s decrees. No matter what decision gets handed down, I can’t do anything. So… I’m sorry.”

“W-wait, I-“ Tohru ended up colliding into Yuki’s back which caused him to transform. I quickly ran to the classroom door to close it. Thank the lord no one heard or saw us.

“I’m so sorry! It wasn’t on purpose, I swear!” Tohru said as she kept on apologizing while glooming at the wall.

“It’s fine, as long as no one saw.”

“You guys are so lucky that I ran to the door and closed it. A girl was running down the hallway and I think she heard it but left anyways.” I announced.

“Anyway thank you for worrying about us. I worry about Tohru way too much that sometimes I forget to worry about myself as well.” I stated while holding tightly onto my bag.

“It makes us happy. But we’ll be okay!” Tohru said while looking down Yuki’s rat form. “The way that we see it, is that you might have no choice if the secret that we found out was that important.”

I added to what Tohru said. “So please do whatever will make you and your family feel safe. I would do the same if It came down to me and Tohru.”

“Although the idea of forgetting does make us a little bit sad, we’ll grin and bear it!”

“Please promise us this Sohma-kun, if our memories get erased, please be friends with us again, okay?” As I said that Yuki turned back into his human form which made me and Tohru turn away in embarrassment.

“The amount of time we stay as animals varies,” Yuki explained while getting dressed. “Okay, all done.” He said as he turned around to face us.

“Your necktie is crooked,” I told him.

“I’m not very good at this sort of thing.”

‘Then how did he fix his necktie this morning?!? Uh whatever, it probably better not to question him.’

I walked towards Yuki to fix his necktie. “Time to show what I can do I guess,” I said as I fix his necktie.

“Y/n, you don’t feel sickened?”

“Nope, I’m all better now!”

“Huh? No, that’s not what I meant…”

“Anyways shall we go home?”

“Yes, let’s!” Tohru said with a smile on her face as we all walk out of the classroom and down the hallway.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t worry, tie-knotting is a specialty of mine.”

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Timeskip

At Shigure’s house

I walk into my and Tohru’s room to place our bags down but was met with Kyo stepping down from the ladder.

“Call in a pro later to fix it for real,” Kyo said.

‘Did this guy just tape the roof?’

“Right now you only need to keep the rain out, right?”

I stood in the doorway not knowing what to say. “Y-yeah.”

“Hey!”

“Yes?!?”

“I… get... tunnel vision. When I’m upset.” He explains while gripping the tape.

‘Damn I wish my throat was that tape right now, wait what.’

“So, about what happened this morning...”

“I’m… so—“

‘Omg he’s a tsundere, that’s so cute. I love tsunderes.’

“Yuki-kun, Tohru-sun, Y/n-kun, I’m back!” Shigure said as he interrupted what Kyo was going to say. “Oh, and Kyo-sun, that clumsy idiot who lost another fight!”

“Forget it, dammit!” Kyo said as he grabbed the ladder and ran past me.

“Huh? Wait what just happened? Please, wait!” As I chased after the ginger not before placing down Tohru’s and I bag and closing the door.

The slam of the door caused a bag to fall over which contained a hat.

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“It’s good news. The Hondas are allowed to live with us as long as they keep our secret.” Shigure explained as he took off his coat.

“We won’t be punished?” Tohru asked.

“No, but you girls have to keep it quiet!”

“We will!”

‘Thank goodness. Our memories won’t go away and I won’t have to fight a random bitch who tries to touch Tohru’s memories.’

“That almost sounds too good to be true…”

“You and Akito better not be plotting something and mixing the Hondas up in it,” Yuki said with a glare.

“No! Would I do that?”

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Flashback

“I’ll trust this ‘Y/n and Tohru’ person…”

“This might be a good opportunity…”

“For Yuki, for Kyo, and me.”

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End of flashback

“Excuse me.” Tohru interrupted them. “Er, I know it’s weird to say this again, but it’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” As Tohru said that I said the same thing then bowed.

“Yours, too!”

“Yeah. Yours, too.”

Tohru and I walked up behind the ginger. “I-it’s a pleasure, um… Kyo-san.” Tohru said nervously. “Yeah, it’s a pleasure to meet you, Kyo-san.”

“Whatever! I’ve got nothing—“ Kyo said to us before getting kicked in the face again by Yuki. “What the hell was that for?!”

“Go away, outsider.”

Yuki and Kyo continued to argue with each other.

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Timeskip

“This is amazing,” Yuki said in amazement. “I’m impressed you guys managed to get such a rotten kitchen so clean.”

“We gave it our all!”

“Shigure owns a rice cooker?”

“Oh yeah, Tohru excavated it,” I say as I swept the floor.

We all gather in the dining area for Yuki to try out the food that Tohru and I made.

“So how is it? Is the flavor strong enough?”

“It’s great. I haven’t had a meal like this in so long!”

“I’m so glad you like it.” Smiled Tohru.

“Shigure and that stupid cat are sure late. Where did they go, Siberia?”

“I hope that’s where they’ll stay.” I laughed.

“Y/n that’s mean,” Tohru exclaimed. “Anyways you went out for a while, too, right?”

“Yeah. I went to my secret base in the backyard.”

“Secret base?!” Tohru said with stars in her eyes.

“Tohru, I don’t think he’s talking about that one you’re thinking about.” I muffled while still stuffing my face with food.

“Yeah what Y/n said. It’s probably not what you’re imagining. But I’ll invite you two there some time if you want.”

“You’d let us come?!” Tohru said still with stars in her eyes. “I’m so excited! A secret base!” Tohru says while shaking me. “I saw one when Y/n and I were little, but—“

The door opened and revealed Kyo and Shigure.

‘Damn Shigure looks good in a suit. Might have to hit it later/j. Oo, Kyo looks mad I wonder what happened.’

“SHUT UP!”

“I want you to listen for a second, Kyo.”

“I’m so pissed. Is it fun for you, manipulating people like that?!” Kyo yelled as he and Shigure sped-walked around us. Tohru looked invested so I shoved food down her throat. Don’t worry I didn’t choke her. It was only to turn her attention away from those idiots.

“Slow down! Sure, I’m thoroughly enjoying it, but it’s for your own good!”

Me shoving the food down Tohru’s throat didn’t work so I just let her be and continued to eat my food with Yuki.

“That’s so not convincing!”

“W-Welcome home! Would you like to eat?” Tohru asked frantically.

“HELL NO!”

The minute that ginger said that I was about to jump up and punch the shit out of him but then I realized he’s a tsundere so he’s going to act like that.

“Don't take it out on Tohru-kun! And no shoes in the house.”

“You aren’t convincing, Shigure.”

“Oh, there’s food ready.”

“So why was Kyo so upset?” I mumbled as I continued to munch on my food.

“Oh, him. It’s because I tricked him into taking a school transfer exam.”

“Transfer?” Tohru questioned as she handed a bowl of rice.

“Yes. Starting tomorrow, Kyo-kun will be commuting from here to the same school you three go to.” Shigure explained while holding the bowl of rice. “Thanks for the cooking!”

“Don’t eat. Don’t come near us. Get out.” Yuki said with an evil aura around him.

“Yeah, I figured you’d be angry… So the thing is, Kyo passed the exam for a boys’ high school near his place, but he never went, and he dropped off the map for over four months. He’s been training in the mountains.”

“Training?” Questioned Tohru.

“Kyo wants to beat Yuki-kun in a fight, you see. They’ve been rivals since they were little.”

“He’s an idiot. Thanks for the cooking.” Yuki thanks us before walking away.

“You’re welcoming.”

‘I wonder if Kyo-san wants to beat Sohma-kun because he resents being tricked like he was in the old story. But I get the feeling it would be invasive to ask him that. And I think Kyo-san already hates me anyways... It makes me a little sad. I finally got to meet the zodiac cat, and yet…’

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At school

“Where is he?”

“Look, over there! The boy with orange hair!”

“Think it’s his natural color?”

“He’s cute!”

“Say, are you Sohma-kun’s cousin?”

Kyo looked nervous as hell. He was sweating so much but I mean who wouldn’t be when a bunch of girls is all gathered up near his desk.

“Are you two close?”

Uotani, Tohru, and I stared at Kyo while Hanajima was curling my hair.

“Yuki-kun, I hear your cousin transferred here?”

I turn my head slightly to where Yuki was.

“Introduce us!”

“I’m sorry, Sempai. We’re technically cousins, but we’re not close.” Yuki turned around to explain. “I’ve never even spoken to him.”

Uotani spoke up. “I like his hair color. It’s a little like Kyoko-san’s.

“I feel them. I feel the same waves as Yuki Sohma’s.” Hanajima spoke up. “What are they? What am I sensing? These waves aren’t human…”

‘Never underestimate Hana-chan’s wave report.’

Kyo got up from his chair and was about to walk out until a girl grabbed his arm. “Wait, what? Where are you go—?” Kyo immediately grabbed the girl’s arm and put her in a locked position on the floor. Kyo was freaking out.

“LEAVE ME ALONE!” Kyo screamed as he opened the window and jumped from like what the third floor?

Uotani spoke up “That guy’s kinda entertaining.”

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At the side of the school

Kyo sat down trying to catch his breath until Yuki interrupt him.

“Oy, would you mind thinking a little more before you act?”

“Why are you going to a school crawling with girls like this? Are you insane?”

“It’s a lot better than being forced to go to Akito’s chosen boys’ school. I want to get at least one foot out of the Sohma cage. I don’t understand why you want to go inside it.”

“You… You would never understand!” yelled Kyo. Tohru and I walked towards the yelling and found idiot 1 and idiot 2 together.

“I’m going to win. I’ll win against you, and become a full-fledged member of the Sohma’s! I won’t let them ostracize me anymore!” As Kyo grabbed Yuki by his shirt.

As I love a good fight, I wouldn’t want these idiots to get in trouble so I ran quickly into Kyo’s back to stop them from fighting.

“You know I would usually allow you guys to fight but we’re on school property and I rather not have you guys get in trouble,” I explained as Tohru ran to my side.

“CAN IT, YOU!” The stupid cat yelled at me. “ALL I CARE ABOUT IS BEATING YUKI! DON’T GET IN MY WAY! WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM?!”

“Oy, Kyo.”

“GET OUT OF MY SIGHT!” The cat said to me angrily. Normally I wouldn’t be affected by this but this was my favorite zodiac and I kinda felt my heart sunk. I walked away in shame. “Max rage… He hates me… I just earned his complete hatred…” I said in shock as Tohru led me away with a sad look on her face.

“You are an idiot,” Yuki said as he began to walked away from the cat.

“You’re not going to punch me?” Wondered the cat.

“Sometimes, not getting punched hurts more,” Yuki said while finally walking away as the cat stared at his bracelet.

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At Shigure’s house

“You skipped out on your very first day?” Questioned Shigure as he read the newspaper.

“I want to leave this house.”

“It’s only your third day here. Think of this as a form of training, and suck it up.”

“I always end up saying mean things to her.”

“Her? You mean Tohru-kun?”

“No, the other one,” Kyo said while laying on his side. “I can’t do this, okay? I’m not cut out for living around other people.”

“You just don’t have enough experience, that’s all,” Shigure explained as he kept reading the newspaper. “Here’s an analogy: You can break a table with one punch, but you can also pull back that punch just before it lands. Getting along well with other people works the same way.” Shigure continued to explain.

“You need to interact with strangers, hurt them, get hurt by them, learn about people, and learn about yourself, too, or else you can’t become capable of true empathy.” Kyo turned around to face Shigure. “Keep training now and don’t run away, so that one day when you meet a girl who says she loves you, you’ll be able to treasure her.”

“Like there even is such a girl.”

“What will you do if there is?”

“I can’t even imagine,” Kyo says as he turns back to face outside. “I guess I’ll start by asking her if she’s crazy.”

“I see.”

Yuki and Tohru open the door to the dining area. “I’m home.”

“Welcome back. Where is Y/n-kun?”

“At work. She won’t be done until later, so Tohru and I are thinking of walking her home.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want my younger sister walking home by herself.” Smiled Tohru.

“Yeah, do that. Perverts sometimes wander around here.”

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Timeskip

My shift had finished a few minutes ago and I was now walking home through this bamboo forest.

‘Get out of my sight’

When Tohru said that she’d quit being the dog and be a cat instead, I did the same inside.

“I can’t believe he hates me…”

‘Just be you, Y/n.’

“I know, mom, I won’t get discouraged!” I say while looking up to the moon.

I heard a noise around me more specifically behind me. “Could… Could that be… one of the ‘perverts’ people talk about?! NO!” I screamed as I quickly hit the person with my bag. I open my eyes to see that it was Kyo.

‘Oh shit, he’s going to hate me even more now.’

He turns around to face the other way.

“U-Um! I was just, er, doing practice swings!” I say in a panic. “It’s a lucky day, right! Are you going for a walk, Kyo-san?”

“Cut that out! Being called -san makes me itchy. You can just drop it.”

“Kyo… kun?”

“Yeah, what?”

“Uh, I was just testing the name.”

“Don’t say my name if you don’t need anything!” I started to shake as I gripped my bag as hard as I could.

“Okay!”

“No, scratch that. It’s fine. You can call my name without needing anything. And I don’t mind if you hang around where I can see you, and if something pisses you off, you can hit me, as you did just now.

‘Oh my god, he’s a tsundere, cute. I mean wait what. Anyways could he be trying to apologize to me? That’s why he came out here…?’

“Listen! I’m sorry, it was a misunderstanding.” I say while bowing then look up at him. “I said ’NO!’ And hit you with my bag because I mistook you for a pervert!”

“A-A pervert?”

“What I feel is love! I’ve always loved the zodiac cat but I never really showed it when I was younger! It’s true! I… I wanted to be the year of the cat! So what I’m saying is… I want to be friends!”

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Flashback

“What will you do if there is? A girl who says she loves you…”

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End of flashback

“There’s nothing good about the year of the cat,” Kyo says while walking away.

‘I think I’m starting to understand Kyo-kun. He’s a little awkward, but I’m sure he has a gentle heart. He knows what “I’m sorry” feels like… He’s an honest person…’

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At Shigure’s house

“Kyo-kun, you lecher!” Shigure teased Kyo.

“Why would you say that?!”

“You know, Kyo-kun personally offered to walk you home from work!” Tohru explained.

“It’ll never happen again! No more!”

“Okay.” I smiled at Kyo. “But seeing you eat a proper meal makes me even happier, Kyo-kun.”

“How is it? Do you like it?” Tohru asked.

Kyo caught Yuki staring at him.

“What?!”

“Nothing.”

“You were looking at me.”

“Only looking at you.”

“Like you would look at me for no reason!”

“Is it bad?” I asked Kyo.

“Yes!”

“Uh, I guess Tohru and I will try harder next time…”

“Uh, no… um…”

‘As you can see, we patched things up. I have a feeling the days ahead will be fun!’

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7 rings

ateez 9th member au

moon spending some quality time with her girls

masterlist ☾ requests are open feedback is always important to me!

"WE'RE HERE!" Moon heard E:U's voice from the couch and she turned around to see her six friends entering her dorm, with some bags and foods on hands.

"Hi guys!" Moon said excited for seeing them after such a long time.

"We brought food, mascaras, nail polishes, some hair moisturizers, and, some gifts Yiren brought from China." Aisha said placing the bags on the floor, next to the kitchen.

"We missed you, Moonie!" Yiren said walking closer to the girl. "Can I hug you will it hurt?"

Moon giggled and hugged the girl.

"Oh my God, we missed you so much." Mina said also hugging the girl as if she was about to break.

It's been one week since her surgery and miraculously, she was feeling more than fine - to be more precise, she was feeling perfect like if that damn disk had never injured.

But dancing a whole song, standing up for too long or making some movements was still a challenge and while the boys were out and after her subtle invitation on her live, the Everglow girls decided to - finally - visit her.

"Your hair looks gor-geous!" Onda grasped, rubbing one lock of Moon's hair.

"Awn guys," Moon pouted. "thank you for coming, really."

"I thought Bee would come too." Siheyon said sitting on the couch. "We need to meet each other."

"Oh, I agree. But she had a schedule today and told me to tell you guys that she'll make up for it." Moon said nodding. "So, you guys want some water?"

"Actually, as our managers finally decided to give us some time we were thinking about chatting a bit." Yiren suddenly said.

Moon blinked and giggled.

"Unnie, what do you mean?"

"Come on Eunji..." Mia answered her. "We mean talk about Lucas, you never told us anything about him again. Are you guys still dating?"

"But we never did." Moon said still giggling.

"Never?" E:U asked shocked and Moon laughed out loud.

"Why are you guys acting like you didn't know about it?" Moon asked still laughing. "I told you guys everything. Someone followed us, took those pictures and the rest everyone already knows."

"But did you never..." Sihyeon tried to think of the right word. "Kissed?"

"WHAT?" Moon exclaimed in surprised. "No! I mean... What is this question?"

"She's getting shy." Yiren said pointing at the girl.

"No!" Moon protested and tried to hide her face with her hair. "I'm not."

"Come on!" Aisha shook Moon's leg.

"I did kiss once, but it was not Lucas." Moon said and then sighed. "Can we change topics?"

"As you wish, ma'am." Yiren said with a mischievous smile and took a bag off the ground, heading to the kitchen and taking Mia with her.

"And what about you guys?" Moon asked sitting on the couch and hugging Onda's torso, who clung even more on the girl. "What about your comeback?"

"Ugh," E:U sighed and tilted her head back. "exhausted."

"But, to be honest, I'm kinda nervous." Aisha said. "It's been so long since Dun Dun."

"Oh, I see..." Moon agreed. "But you guys are perfect, whatever you come with will be a success.""But we're not here to talk about us. Are you feeling okay?" Onda turned at Moon.

"It's a little bit awkward to see the boys getting up and going to work while I sit here and let my back decide if it wants to get better or not. Me and Hongjoong oppa are still not talking to each other properly and the boys had their second win, without me." Moon listed and then she forced a smile. "So, I think you can say I'm pretty good."

"Being honest Moon, I kinda understand his side. He's just felt disappointed because he thought you didn't trust him enough." E:U said.

The whole room was quiet and Moon slightly frowned. Aisha, Onda and Sihyeon looked at E:U with wined eyes.

"Unnie, why are you talking like if you knew him?" Moon forced a laugh.

"Yeah, like..." Onda also said at E:U. "you don't know him at all."

"No!" E:U tried to turn the tables. "I'm talking like a leader. I'd feel the same."

When Moon was about to protest, not a bit convinced by the girl's excuse, Mia screamed from the kitchen.

"THE FOOD IS READY!"

The five girls on the room got up at the same time and ran to the kitchen as if they were starving. They all grabbed the bows Mia and Yiren had placed on the counter with a bunch of chopsticks.

Once they all had served their ramen and kimbap with a big cup ok Coke, they were all gathered in the living room again - Onda, Aisha, Sihyeon and Moon were all sat on the ground while the other girls were on the couch. The only thing filling the silence was the TV turned up on some random drama they had chosen at Netflix.

"I think that once everything is back on normal, Moon is allowed to dance and we're back, we should do something." Sihyeon suggested, breaking the silence.

"Ya," Moon exclaimed laughing. "we are doing something already."

"No, no, no.." Sihyeon waved her hand. "I meant something like a collab stage, or even a song."

"Woah..." Aisha clapped.

"Unnie, you're a genius!" Onda said excited.

"Moon can call Bee to be part of it too." Mia said. "This way we can finally meet her."

"That's right!" Yiren said smiling. "Oh my God, we have to buy one more friendship ring for her then."

"Guys, she's pretty cal-" Moon tried to say.

"YOU'RE RIGHT!" Mia suddenly screamed.

"What is her favourite colour?" Yiren turned at Moon.

"Yellow?"

"We can buy that one we saw yesterday!" Mia and Yiren high-fived.

"She'll be scared of us if you react like this." Aisha mumbled.

"She's Moon's friend, she should be used to madness." Yiren said and Moon choked, making the girls laugh.

"Excuse me?"

"I said nothing..." Yiren whistled, returning her attention to her food.

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✧ how you became lovers

☾ read more of my works ♡ ☾ genre: fluff

☾ with Kita

(credits to @yelabau on Twitter)

parts I, II, III, ✿, V

♡ how he confessed

Ever since Kita realized his feelings for you, he starts to get distracted easily.

Whenever he sees you, even within his peripheral vision, he would immediately call or talk to you.

He also thinks of you whenever he sees something that reminds him of you or the things you might like.

"Oh, this bunny reminds me of Y/N." or "This is the book that Y/N likes. Maybe I should buy it for her?"

Because of this, it affects his performance during practice.

There are times he performs greatly, but other times he looks distracted.

There were even times when the coach would scold him for being distracted.

Even his teammates were expressing their concerns.

"Kita, I think you should do something regarding your feelings for Y/N. It has greatly affected you. The team is greatly concerned about you." - Aran.

"Yeah, I'll do something about it."

He tried. Emphasis on tried.

Truth be told. He doesn't know what to do with his feelings. What should he do? Should he confess? What if you reject his feelings? What's going to happen to your relationship? Then, should he forget his feelings for you?

Many thoughts ran in his mind. He wasn't sure what he was going to do with his feelings.

However, the previous confession you received (refer here) made him realize that he doesn't want to lose his chance of being with you. Even the thought of you dating someone else aches him.

So he spent his weekend thinking of a way to confess to you.

He can't seem to think of any ideas so he tried to take for a walk for a change of view.

Even if he walked throughout the afternoon, he wasn't able to think of a way to confess to you.

While he was walking, he stumbled upon a woman who had trouble carrying her groceries so he decided to help her.

"May I help you with that?"

"Oh my. Thank you so much! I'm sorry for bothering you."

Once they arrived at her house, the lady quickly thanked Kita and asked if he could stay for dinner as it was getting late.

He wanted to refuse, but the lady was really insisting so he decided to agree.

While the lady was preparing for dinner, her husband kept Kita some company.

"Thank you for helping my wife carry all those groceries. I told her that I should go or at least someone would go with her to help but she was too stubborn."

"It was no problem, sir."

The two were having a very pleasant conversation ranging from hobbies, chores, sports, and more.

"Oh, you also go to Inarizaki? My daughter studies there as well! You might know her?"

"Maybe. What's your daughter's name, sir?"

Your conversation was cut off when someone entered inside their house.

"I'm home."

"Dinner's almost ready! B/N (brother's name), can you please call your sister?"

You’re brother was about to call you when you suddenly ran down the stairs because you heard your mother

"Yay! Dinner's almost ready!" - You

Kita suddenly recognized the voice. No. The universe wouldn’t...

"So, mom! What's for dinner—"

That's when you suddenly saw Kita. With your dad. In your living room. Inside your house.

"S-Shinsuke?!"

"Y/N?"

"Oh, so you two already know each other?" - Dad

"Y-Yeah. He's a close friend of mine." - You

This scenario felt very familiar.

"W-What are you doing here, Shinsuke? Not to be rude or anything."

"Oh! He helped me carry the groceries all the way here so I invited him to have dinner with us as thanks!" - Mom

Who knew Kita would also encounter this situation just like when you helped his grandma.

"Anyways, Y/N can you be a dear and help in setting up the table? Your dad and brother will help me in preparing the food."

"I can also help, ma'am." - Kita

Despite your mom's protest, Kita still helped you in setting up the table.

"Thank you so much for helping my mom. She told me not to go with her because she told me that it's not too many."

"It's no problem. You also helped my grandma with her groceries. It's the least I could do."

While setting up the table, he can't help but look at you as you interact with your family. His heart warmed as he thought of the two of you being a family.

He suddenly realized what he thought and immediately erased it.

"You're already thinking of marriage when you haven't even confessed." Kita thought.

"Wait, confess?"

Kita suddenly had an idea on how he should confess to you.

“It’s like killing two bird with one stone.” he thought

You guys were having a pleasant dinner. The food was delicious, the conversation was pleasant (with Kita joining as well), and the atmosphere was great. You thought that this was the best dinner you have (and it's not because Kita was there, no no.)

"Um, may I please say something?" - Kita

It's time.

"Mr. and Mrs. L/N (last name), B/N, I wish to ask permission to court Y/N."

"WHAT?!"

You didn't expect that.

What's more surprising is that he confessed IN FRONT of your parents.

Your dad was shocked. Your brother was just speechless. Your mom looked happy.

"Oh my~! How courageous of you, Kita-kun!" - Mom

"W-Wait, you're really that close with Y/N?" - Dad

"Yes." - Kita

"W-What made you like my daughter?" your dad tried to intimidate him.

Kita suddenly became quiet.

You were worried that Kita was hurt because your dad doubted him but...

"Because she's Y/N."

“What do you mean?’ - B/N

"Y/N is Y/N. I like everything about her."

So straight-forward!

"I-I see."

Even your dad has no idea what he has to say. Your brother just continued eyeing Kita to see if he has any hidden intentions.

"Of course, Kita-kun! You can court Y/N!" - Mom

Your dad and brother was supposed to stop your mom but they were cut off.

"Kita's a good guy. He's helpful, well-mannered, respectful, sporty, smart, and has the looks! Where can you find another guy like him. Not to mention, he even asked for permission and at the same time confessed to Y/N." - Mom

"W-Wait, you don't know about this, Y/N?" - B/N

"N-No." - You

With a little persuasion from both Kita and your Mom, your dad and brother agreed on letting Kita court you.

Once dinner was done, Kita bid goodbye as he's already worried for his grandma.

"Oh my! Please bring some food for your grandma as thanks for letting you eat here! Y/N, show him to our gate!" - Mom

"Uhh."

When you led him to your gate, you didn't know what to say.

"L-Look—" - You

"It's okay if you don't like me. I'll try to make you fall for me so please let me court you." - Kita

"I already like you." You thought.

But, you weren't able to say that so you just nodded.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

He was about to leave when you stopped him by the wrist—

"Hm? What is it, Y/N?"

And gave him a peck on the cheek.

"Um, that was for helping my mom and for today. I really had fun. Anywaysbye! Staysafeandmessagemewhenyougethome!"

Once Kita arrived at his house, he greeted his grandma and immediately went up to his room.

As he laid down on his bed, he immediately went to sleep hoping tomorrow will come so he can see you.

After one week, you and Kita became official ♡

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