#Cute Spring Brides

[rebeccablogs]

Walking on Sunshine

Sunflower style makes me feel like I am walking on sunshine. Keep Faith In Your Life and Pray ❤️ God enjoys encouraging us through things in his creation, and sunflowers are certainly no exception. Growing from a small seed, they show how mighty a little faith can become. Their constant pursuit of the sun is a good reminder to continually seek the Son, Jesus, during our days Keep a strong walk…

[sinful-lanterns]

oooohhh that Oak skin is so gorgeous <333 she looks so hot

I really want it but I spend way too much money on PTN skins and need to cut back for a bit 😩

It’s sooooo pretty though. Imagine her whisking you away in her ghostly carriage and kidnapping you from the land of the living to live with her in the land of the dead. It’ll be like the myth of Persephone and Hades where Oak Casket is Hades and kidnaps you to bring you to the underworld. Where you’d be her bride for all of eternity 🤭

[hollysmakingstuff]

Spring time bride of Frankenstein! With a basket full of mushrooms

[kookslastbutton]

When I Say Forever ༓ jjk (m)

✑ Summary: Today’s your wedding day and the slightly shy yet handsome, doe-eyed stranger who chased after you when you dropped your wallet on the street three years ago just happens to be the man standing before you today.

Original request: can you please write something about oc's and Jungkook's wedding? Your readers just need to witness it. We would highly appreciate it. Thank you!

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/AU: fluff, smut, wedding au

word count: 4,696

warnings: a cute wedding where jungkook gets emotional and is very eager to be married, they get a little scolded during the ceremony ahaha, jk is romantic and prepares something very special for his lovely bride, mentions of absence of parents on oc's side (nothing gets too deep but I chose to go this route due to the very real factor that parents aren't always around), and finally sexual content bc come on it their wedding night 🥺

sexual warnings: soft dom!jk, sub!reader, swearing, explicit s*x, jk asks for consent bc yeah i don't even need to justify it, f*ngering, oral (both m. and f., multiple orgasms, dry humping, t*tty suck, heavy making out, overstimulation, possessive!kook, m*ssionary, c*wgirl, oc claws at his back which jk seems to have a kink for, a little bit of steamy rivalry at the end (just a hint), our kook is attentive even though it gets kinda rough

now playing: My You by jjk

a/n: my you has been one of my on repeat songs and im not sorry. Also, thank you for the request, i hope this is alright! Anyway pls enjoy! ❤

Dozens of cherry blossom trees are sky-high in the air, covering you as you walk down the aisle in the grass. Some of the blush pink and white blossoms shake from branches every few steps to shower over you in a cascading effect. The temperature is also perfect, a steady 68 degrees.

This is why you and Jungkook chose to marry in the spring–it was beautiful.

You look to your left, then to your right. Rows of seats filled with family, friends, and co-workers stare at you in awe. The only two people missing, however, are your parents.

With the passing of your father years ago and your mother's absence in your life since then, your half of the guest list isn’t extensive by any means. It's for those reasons that you both agreed a small wedding would be ideal.

Still, even with the minimized guest list, you find it difficult to hold eye contact with any of them. It's not because you're nervous exactly–you simply don’t believe your reality is real.

Was this another one of your silly dreams?

Are you going to wake up just as you reach the front?

You keep your eyes straight ahead and towards the man who's waiting for you with tightly clasped hands. He makes all your worries melt away in that instant.

No, you remind yourself. This isn't a dream.

The veil you’re wearing drags on the ground behind you and flows over the small train of your delicate, white gown. You chose a form-fitting sheath dress that’s made from the softest satin fabric. Its clean, sharp lines allow the semi-deep-v neckline to appear more elegant than revealing.

The closer you get the more Jungkook’s cheeks wet with his tears. He knew he was going to cry today. But he was hoping it’d happen towards the end so he could see you walking down the aisle to him without his vision blurring.

“Hi,” he whispers to you once you’re fully in front of him. He wipes his face with his thumbs as subtly as he can.

You bow to each other in greeting and, with the request to join hands from your officiant, you hand your bouquet of fresh-cut flowers to your maid of honor and place your hands in his gentler ones.

“Hi,” you reply, equally quiet and with a small smile.

Jungkook’s dark, raven hair parts in the middle with a few strands tastefully out of place. He’s wearing a black, pin-stripped suit with a matching vest and plain black tie. The white dress shirt underneath is buttoned all the way up to the top too and he’s kept all his piercings in, including his lip ring. He’s unbelievably handsome–and he’s yours.

When your officiant begins making the welcome speech, the guests settle down in their seats all at once. Yet you and Jungkook keep whispering to each other as softly as you can.

“You look amazing.” His thumbs rub soothing circles over the top of your knuckles.

“So do you.” Your gaze holds his reddened ones. The fact that he’s still on the verge of tears causes you to form watery eyes as well. But you blink them back. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“I know. I feel the same way.” He pauses and grins at you. “Did you see who came with whom?” He gives a side-eye, gesturing at Jimin, one of his best men.

“I saw.” You and Jungkook start giggling at once because the person who Jimin brought as his plus one is perhaps the most annoying person in the world to him–your co-worker who’s had an insane crush on him for the last year. They insisted that Jimin be a “gentleman” and show them a good time while at your wedding.

“Do you think they’ll…you know,” you wiggle your eyebrows suggestively to finish the sentence.

Jungkook shakes his head lightly. “I don’t know, maybe. I can’t really bother to think about who’ll sleep with who when you’re gonna be the one under me tonight.”

Though he says it with the most sincere tone, more endearing than flirty, you swallow hard. It’s not your first time with Jungkook but you’re unsure what to expect tonight. You’ll be his wife after this.

“Why do you get to top?” you mouth.

Jungkook gives a half-smirk.“Why do you pretend to hate it?”

You open your mouth to form a response but the harsh clearing of a throat behind Jungkook orders you to stop.

“Everyone-ahem-can hear you,” Taehyung coughs. “Stop it for god sake.”

“Yes, if the bride and groom could please save the after-wedding affairs for later, we can move forward with the ceremony. Thankfully I don't see many children in the crowd today,” the officiant adds as humorously as she can and the crowd chuckles.

Oh god. You bite down on your tongue to keep from embarrassing the two of you further.

Once your officiant is able to finish her welcome speech she turns her attention to you. "__ do you want to marry Jungkook, to be your husband, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always? 

"I do. Yes."

She looks at Jungkook afterward. "Jungkook do you want to marry __, to be your wife, to love and to cherish all the days of your life, today, tomorrow, and always? 

He stares at you, wordless for a moment as every memory between the two of you hits him like a tidal wave. His hand starts shaking in yours, and tears start spilling from his eyes again.

"You okay?" You whisper and this time it's your turn to rub soothing circles on his hands, calming him down.

"Yeah," he sniffs. "I just never imagined myself to be standing here today. I love you so much."

Your officiant decides it's best to wait for the right time to speak but Jungkook smiles at her softly. "That means yes by the way," he jokes and the guests laugh in unison.

She turns to the ring bearer, aka Namjoon's eight-year-old son who stands on Jungkook's left by his father. "May we have the rings please?"

The boy walks over to her, hands over the small gold bands, then returns to his previous position.

"The couple will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and devotion. I understand they have prepared their own vows thus binding promises to love, honor, and cherish one another. __, please place this ring on Jungkook’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

You take the ring and begin slipping it on Jungkook's finger. "They say when you marry someone you become one. You consider each other in every decision, make compromises for the other, and be the strength when the other cannot. We've been together for three years now Jungkook, doing those exact things and I couldn't fathom stopping now. I love you and I promise I'll always be here next to you, however and whenever you need."

"Jungkook," your officiant hands him your ring. "Please place this ring on __’s finger and when you're ready you may begin."

"When I saw you years ago, waiting at the crosswalk, I thought you were the most beautiful and intriguing person I'd ever seen in my life." He puts the ring on your fourth finger. "And then you dropped your wallet and it gave me the best opportunity to approach you. Little did I know, the sight of a man running after would make you run too. But you took my number in the end and three years later, the love of my life is standing before me. Everything I am and have belongs to you __, always and forever."

Your officiant smiles at you both as Jungkook struggles to keep his distance from you a few seconds longer. He's been waiting for this very moment since the day you agreed to be his boyfriend. He just can't take it any longer!

"In the presence of...oh for the love of might," your officiant stops mid-sentence when she sees Jungkook shuffling his feet closer and closer towards you. "Never in my twenty years of performing marriages have I seen a groom this eager to get married. Go ahead and kiss your wife hun! Mr. and Mrs. Jeon Jungkook everyone!"

Massive grin on his face, Jungkook grabs your waist and dips you low into a romantic kiss. The crowd goes wild at the dramatic gesture, whistling and clapping behind you.

After about a million more tears, speeches, first dances, a surprise song preformed by the wedding party, and Jungkook practically ripping off the lace garter around your thigh with his teeth, the wedding festivities come to an end. But not before you both find yourself being guided to a secret place led by Taehyung.

The wedding party insisted you be blindfolded beforehand. So here you are, almost pitch black out and clinging to Jungkook's arm.

"I don't understand why I need to be blindfolded and you don't," you say.

"I'm not sure," he replies. "Maybe they got you a gift or something."

"We're here! Stop!" You hear Taehyung shout from a few feet ahead and Jungkook freezes in place. You're body jolts forward a little with the sudden pause.

"__." Jungkook calls your name softly. "Open your eyes."

You flutter your lids open and at first, the sight before you is hazy as you adjust to the night sky. But then, your jaw drops to the ground.

In front of you is a charming river surrounded by perfectly arched cherry blossoms with lanterns hanging from the branches. All the lanterns illuminate the entire length of the stream, including around the bends and curves. At the edge of the stream is a small dock where a wooden row boat floats with a set of oars inside.

"Oh my god." Your eyes trail as far down the river as you can. You've only ever seen this in movies, so you're incredibly overwhelmed by the sight. "Jungkook, are we-are we going in there?"

He watches as you openly gape at the scene in front of you. "What do you think? Do you like it?"

You whip your head in his direction. "Are you kidding? It's amazing! Did you know about this?"

His big grin tells you everything you need to know.

"He planned everything himself," Namjoon speaks up. "Come on, your boat's waiting. It'll take you all the way to one of the best hotels in Seoul. I know you're going on your honeymoon tomorrow but we thought a night up in a five-star hotel might be nice. Unless you want to go back to Jungkook's house of course but...we kinda already grabbed your suitcases for the trip and had them put in your room."

"You're serious?"

"Dead serious __."

You snake your arms out Jungkook's arm and swing them around him. "I can't thank you enough for doing this, Joon."

He places a gentle hand on your upper back. "Of course, but like I said. Jungkook planned everything so you should thank him more than me." He laughs and breaks away from you when he sees the younger man eyeing the two of you excruciatingly close. "I think your husband would like you back now."

Jungkook comes up behind you and sneakily slips your hand in his tatted one. "Are you ready?" He gestures towards the boat.

You nod and he pulls you towards the dock, helping you into the boat first when you approach it. He sits across from you after and grabs the oars of the boats, lowering them into the water one at a time.

"Wait!" Taehyung lunges over the edge of the boat with something small and black in his palm. "Don't forget this." He clips a tiny microphone to his shirt and you scrunch your eyebrows.

"What's this about?" You ask.

Taehyung only half-smirks at you and backs away from the boat. "We'll see you when you come back from the honeymoon okay? Have fun! But please, for the sanity of us all, don't text us any details. In the words of the wise, keep the private things private!"

Jungkook laughs and starts rowing the boat forward and down the stream. You, on the other hand, wave goodbye to everyone as you drift further and further away from the dock.

"So, husband," you sit with your elbows on your knees. "What's the mic for?"

Jungkook doesn't reply but shushes you instead. He tests the mic a couple of times before soft music comes from either side of you. Apparently, there are stereos lined down the banks of the river.

When he starts singing, you cover your mouth in overwhelming joy.

"Summer has already spread in the air

Breeze is already blowing.

The last cold snap is going out

The days were getting longer and longer

But my days were still going on and on and on

I got wet in the sunshower, I looked up at the night sky..."

At this moment the lanterns start twinkling, reflecting like raindrops in the water. You look all around you, taking in the change of atmosphere. Jungkook's cool eyes focus on you intently as he continues serenading you.

"It was quite a lonely night

In the blink of an eye, the dark faded out

Blooming under the sunlight

Memories with me and you..."

The boat rows left and you peer over your shoulder. Taehyung and the rest of the wedding party are barely visible by now. When you look ahead again, you see that you're about to go under a stone bridge. On the other side are more cherry blossom trees and a glimpse of downtown Seoul.

"All these lights are colored in by you

All these times are precious due to you

Four seasons have passed with you

Four scents were left 'cause of you

All the reasons why I can laugh out

All the reasons why I sing this song

Thankful to be by your side now

I'll try to shine brighter than now..."

Jungkook rows the two of you closer to the city as he finishes his song, passing a number of other couples taking night strolls together. The wind blows a little but it doesn't make you shiver at all—his voice warms your soul.

And when you lean in to kiss him once the boat reaches the dock near the hotel, fingers grazing his cheeks, your body yearns to be near his.

It takes little to no time for the two of you to find your hotel room. Jungkook swipes your keycard in the door and in you both go, your hand shamelessly yanks at his tie.

He presses you up the back of the door once it's locked shut and kisses you with a fiery passion. It's different from all the other times; neither rough nor soft, as he sucks on your bottom lip, eagerly begging to deepen the kiss.

"Kook," you let out a muffled moan when his tongue finds its way into your mouth. It's a wrestle at first, your tongues toying with each other. And once you get the hint that he's not about to back down you start threading your fingers through his hair.

"I love it when you do that," he groans and pushes himself against your body, grinding his growing bulge against your center.

You whine against his lips and grind your hips back into his. "I know you do," you tease and a strong pair of hands wander your waist before traveling behind to grip your ass.

You yelp when he squeezes your cheeks and starts rutting himself into you faster. He moves his pillowy lips to the side of your neck too, peppering you with kisses from the the sensitive area right below your earlobe and all the way down to your collarbone.

"Fuck," he grunts, nothing short of frustrated, when your dress stops him from kissing down any further. The hands gripping your ass move up to find the zipper of your gown. "Please, baby, can I remove it?"

"Yes, go ahead," you nod and retract your hands from his hair to let the gown fall off your shoulders. Jungkook watches lustfully as your bare breasts are revealed to him little by little. He's seen them a million times but each time is always like his first, his eyes never fail to dilate.

"Perfect," you hear him whisper under his breath. And when the gown pools to the ground around your feet with a heavy thump, he can't hold himself back any longer.

He needs you.

One by one he starts tearing off his suit jacket, then his vest and leather belt until he's left standing in nothing else left except his black underwear. His muscles bulge without even having to flex and his pecs are more than solid.

If he weren't the love of your life, you'd say he was damn intimidating. Yet the pleasure you get from simply viewing his perfectly toned body is ridiculous and what pushes you further is the gold band wrapped around his fourth finger.

Jungkook must be feeling the same as his hands are back on your hips in the seconds following, pushing you to the wall adjacent to the door and attacking the area near your collarbone again with his plushy lips. You whine when his large pecs rub against your pebbled nipples.

"God what have you been lifting these day Jeon? Half of Seoul?" You rest your hands on his biceps which tense at the touch.

"Uh uh," he tsks in response. "Can't call me that anymore. We share the same name now." He kisses your shoulder then moves his mouth over to a nipple. He licks one first, teasing it with the tip of his tongue until you moan for him to keep going.

"You have such soft boobies," he comments before finally sucking on one. Your head falls back from the pleasure it sends up your spine.

"Do you have to say it like that?"

He switches to the other breast, licking and sucking it firmly like the he'd done previously. "What's wrong with boobies? I like the word."

You chuckle and decide to let him have his fun. Pick you battles __, you hum to yourself.

Jungkook tugs at the string of your underwear after placing one last kiss atop each boob. He slowly pulls the thin material down your legs at your consent and you step out from them.

"Lean against the wall and throw your leg over my shoulder," he tells you on bended knees.

You do as he says, swinging a leg over his shoulder. The movement has his head face to face with your cunt which is not in the least bit dry from all the teasing and grinding earlier.

Jungkook sticks a finger in his mouth, wetting it with his spit and then rubs it back and forth between your folds. The lubrication mixes with your own arousal.

"Jungkook," you whine when he doesn't sink his finger in right away, despite the fact that you're well prepared for it.

He blinks at you through his lashes with a devious smirk. "What?" He asks. "You don't like this?"

"I do but I need more. Please," you beg. "Fingers. In me. Please."

He groans at the way your voice seems to crack the more you beg. Well, he's made you wait long enough. Jungkook pushes his finger into your velvet walls all at once, dragging it back and forth in search of your sweet spot.

He knows he's found it when you instantly buck your hips and the leg that's over his shoulder reflexively clamps down on him.

"Right here?" He curls his finger inside you and it has your pussy already throbbing for him. You don't even have to ask for a second finger before he does the honors himself, sliding another into you then proceeding to make a scissoring motion with both digits. "Or here?" He asks again.

"Anywhere," you barely make out through your gasps. "Just don't stop what you're doing."

"What if I wanna lick your pussy?" He pumps his fingers faster all while maintaining focus on your face. "Make you come all over my tongue."

"God Kook, do whatever you want," you reply and it's all the push he needs to remove his fingers from out of you to replace it with his mouth. "Fuck!" You cry as he desperately licks long stripes up your slippery folds, tongue dipping inside for additional pleasure.

He repeats the motion several times until he decides its not enough and sucks on your clit.

"Oh, that feels so good, fuck, fuck Jungkook," you moan with eyes closed and a shaky breath.

Your legs start trembling as your first orgasm of the night builds inside. It gets closer and closer as Jungkook works faster and faster before finally, the cord inside you breaks free.

Jungkook happily swallows as much of your cum as he can. He uses his wrist to wipes his mouth after, cleaning up any leftover.

"First time eating my wife out," he starts, guiding your leg over his shoulder back on the ground. "What a fucking turn on."

Jungkook stands up and pulls you into an embrace with both hands, your bare bodies press tight against each other. Then, without any warning, he swoops up your legs with one hand supporting your lower back and lifts your into his arms.

"Kook!" You call his name in suddeness of the action.

"Yes? What is it wife?" He carries you to the large, king size bed that's covered in rose petals and lays you on top. His handsome face leans over you with careful, attentive eyes while a hand reaches for one of the soft pillows nearby to slip under your head.

It's now that the weight of the moment hits you, as if you've just doven off a steep cliff and head first into the rushing rapids of the ocean.

"I love you," you say.

Jungkook sticks his thumbs in the band of his underwear and pushes it down until he can easily remove them. He's fully hard when he crawls over top of you after, and places his hands on either side of your head.

"I love you too." He lowers his head to capture your lips into a deep kiss. "Now," he continues, sitting up on his knees and shimmying his thighs up your frame. "I think I might need some help here."

He grips his pulsating length, tan tip leaking with pre-cum. You widen your mouth gladly and he shoves his length to the back of your throat.

"Mm!" You gag but to say you hate it would be a lie.

Jungkook doesn't move at first, letting you get used to the weight of his cock on your tongue first. He bites his lip as you hallow your cheeks the best you can.

"I don't want to come, I just want it wet okay?" He tells you and you nod in understanding. "Fuck, so good," he lets out a throaty growl after the first thrust.

You suck him as hard as you can as he fucks your mouth at a steady pace, making sure his cock will be nice and well-lubricated with your spit this time.

"Can't believe we're married," he thrusts faster, teeth clenching together. "My wife, mine forever. No one else can have you. I won't let them."

You blink your glassy eyes at him, thighs struggling to rub together due to the arousal pooling between your legs for the tenth time tonight.

You love him so fucking much.

Jungkook pulls himself out of your mouth while you're in thought, a string of spit following. He backs himself down your body until he can properly hover over you in a straddling position.

"Legs up," he commands and you wrap them around his waist in a criss-cross position. His wetted length finds your entrance with little guidance and pushes forward, stretching your walls so deliciously well.

"Oh my god," you shudder as his cock sinks all the way in thanks to both of you being incredibly worked up and lubricated. Your hands fly under his arms after two thrusts, to grip his back. "Fuck, you're so deep Kook."

"I know, holy shit," he grunts and beats himself into you. He likes the feeling of your body bouncing up and down underneath him so leans down on his elbows to fuck you faster and harder. "I think this might be the deepest I've been in you baby, so wet for me—fuck!"

He moans loudly when your nails claw his back. "Shit I'm sorry!" You relax your fingers immediately when he winces at the slight pain.

"No," he nips at your jaw. "I like it, keep doing it. Mark me up." He snaps his hips into yours and you claw at his back again, harsher than the last time; not enough to hurt him but enough to make him moan in your ear over and over again.

"Jungkook! Too much," you pant as he burries his head in your neck, trailing hot open mouth kisses to the area. "It's too much, I'm gonna come!"

"Fuck, that's the goal baby!"

"Yeah but, don't wanna come so soo—"

He shuts you up with his tongue shoving between you lips, kissing you with a purpose. You's body squirms at the pleasure and you find yourself clenching around his thick length that yes, twitches in response.

"Three years together and you still think I'll give you one round and call it quits. Since when baby?" He groans as he feels himself achingly close to his high (you too). "Tell me, since fucking when?" He emphasizes once more.

You're too lost in how close you are to your second orgasm to give him an answer.

"That's right, never."

One hard thrust later and you come on his length. It takes little time before he releases in you as well, yet he continues his pace.

"That's one down," Jungkook says, riding out both your orgasms which slowly works you up to another. "Not including any eating out. And if my memory serves our record is five. Don't you think we should surpass that now that we're legally bonded to each other Mrs. Jeon? In sickness and in health was it?"

"I'm still trying to recover from the first two orgasms I had tonight, including the fingering and you relentless dry humping."

"Baby," he coos. "My sweet baby, come here." With both arms Jungkook lifts your body with his until you're both in an upright, seated position. Your legs that were once wrapped around his waist rest on the mattress as he thrust up into your cunt. "Don't you know I just want to make you feel good? Why recover when you can be wrecked so heavenly over and over again?"

You moan and squeeze your hands on his shoulder. Jungkook studies your face, maintaining slow, calculated thrusts into you.

"Come for me again," he says.

And you do, sticky white liquid dripping down to the base of his cock and onto the sheets under you.

"You enjoyed that didn't you?" He smirks. "Let's see you get on all fours now. I'd love to see how well my wife takes it from behind."

You catch him off guard by pushing on his chest and guiding him flat on his back. "Mm no," you refuse him. "I think I'd like to get a taste of my husband as a bottom instead."

Jungkook's cock hardens inside you and his fingers settle around your hips as he smirks up at you. "Go ahead then," he tests. "Try getting yourself off."

"You think I can't do it?" You narrow your eyes and grind forward on his cock, earning you a deep growl from your new husband.

"We'll see how long you'll last before I have to flip you on your back and take over," he spats. "But good luck beautiful."

With a huff and determination in your eyes, you start a strong pace. Jungkook watches you with lustful eyes as you bounce on him– enjoying the show a little too much.

a/n: Thanks for reading! Lmk what you think 🥰

Masterlist

no reposting, copying, or translating my work– © kookslastbutton

[afsosville]

Listen, ik BingJiu is basically a breeding ground for dead doves but ISTFG that this fandom is just not seeing things the way I do. And so here I am spreading the soft BingJiu agenda coz they both need to be honestly and wholeheartedly loved so fuck canon just let them love each other PLEASE.

Anyways, does anyone have cute BingJiu recs? I can't seem to find anymore so I'm here now lol. Here's all the ones ik:

Lost my heart to you (there in the dark, under the stars) by Saccharinings

You are not alone, not anymore and Goodbye, my past reality by Elis98

Unconventional Baby Trapping and The Father-In-Law is Unknowingly the Bride? I Must Train Hard to Become Best Husband! by Munyusz

Bamboo, fire, and ink by Luobinghelover

Ghost SJ by Unknown103User

Once upon a winter morning by NazakiSama166

Do I really need to give you away...? by Ivy_Aishi

Have a nice day! by Ehann

An easy lie by Nythtak

Rustling leaves by Jeejaschocolate

Two lilies blackened, two lilies grey by Texturralize

Honestly, it's like you've never seen a man and his demon before by Anon

My little baozi and Shen Jiu's options by Airei

Puppy love need not be temporary by Myakachan

Finding home in you and A lifetime with you by Shorimochi

Responsibility by Anon

I have no time for confession | for I'm too busy committing sins by Space_Samurai

Being a girl is great by Anon

When does a ripple become a tidal wave? and Falling, Falling, Falling for You by The_Binding

Unfinished business by Kitsunealyc

The faces you forgot by Probablyaceok

Melodies of the Heart and The Innocence of Spring Blossoms by CrazyNekoChan

Spite my way to happiness by Misto713

How to keep my favourite beast alive by Tomyam

What once was by Revesdelimonade

What Could Have Been by Sleek4410

Sweet dreams by ari_sunshine

The Stallion Protagonist's Villain-Wooing System and Black Lotus Binghe by tpfw01

The Peak Lord Who Didn't Want a Damn Dog by Silver999

To be your Shizun is not my Destiny by SleepySsnail <3

[cheapshrimpysheep]

Happy Birthday - Idia Shroud

In celebration of Idia's birthday, here is a list of the things I've written with him. 🥳

Onesie Party - All NRC Students. Fluff; GN Reader.

5 Love Languages - All NRC Students; Fluff; List.

First Date - Ignihyde - (Idia Shroud & Ortho Shroud [Platonic]) Fluf; GN Reader; Flirting; Kissing

Sending Love - Part 2 - Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia) Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points

Yuu Needs a Hug 2 - Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia) Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship

Broom Flying Tutoring- OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus). Fluf; GN Reader.

Slide With Me - Harveston Quartet (Epel, Jade, Idia & Sebek). Fluf; GN Reader.

My Wish is a Kiss - Wish Upon a Star (Deuce, Idia & Trey) Fluf; GN Reader, Kissing (dah), Flirting.

Potionology Tutoring - OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus). Fluf; GN Reader.

When Can I See You Again? - Idia Shroud x Reader (Fluff; GN Reader; Flirting; Kissing)

Spring of Canathus (AKA: They’re Babies) - OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus) Bullet Points; GN Reader; Fluff; Cute

Meaningful Kiss - OB Students (Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia & Malleus) Bullet Points; Fluff; GN Reader; Established Relationship, Kissing, Flirting, Slightly Suggestive(?)

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Idia Shroud - Ghost Marriage/The Phantom Bride theme; Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

Pocky Game - All NRC students (except Ortho) Fluff; GN Reader; Bullet Points; Kissing; suggestive?

Under the Mistletoe 2 - Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia + Ortho) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia) Fluff; GN Reader; Kissing

REQUESTS

Idia knows He’s your Crush - Idia Shroud (Ortho as his accomplice) Fluff; GN Reader; Flirting

Kiss and Run - All NRC Students (Ortho is platonic) + Rollo / Fluff; GN Reader; Headcanons

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[rnakamura22]

When they heard that you found your way home

Random　Characters

Prefect is female! Yandere vibes! Her name is Yu!

Malleus　Dragonia

Oh, Don't mind the sky getting pitch-black and thunder striking down rapidly! What? Flying classes got canceled? You saw Jack and Epel were totally soaked? Where are you even looking? Another man? That’s unacceptable!

You’re his first friend and crush! To him, you are like the first sunshine of spring! A beautiful blue butterfly in the meadow flying above the flowers! A gem more precious than any treasure he has! And now you’re just dumping him? Nuh-uh. Ain’t gonna happen! He’s one of the most powerful magicians in the world, so it takes no more than a flip of his hand to crush any form of way back home. He could lock you up in his room, mess with your body, destroy any form of mirror, etc. Hey, this was gonna happen one way or another since he already decided for the future Queen of the valley long ago(AKA when he met you).While he locks you up in his Diasomnia room, he could happily come and discuss the wedding plans. He already decided on the crown by the way, but he made a promise to discuss the dress colors with you since taking your opinion into account is necessary. Lila would be teary eyed of Malleus’s growth. You have no choice to accept your fate since even if you escape, he will come searching for you. After all, can a mere human win against a loving dragon?

Lilia Vanrouge

This 700 year old vampire fairy has more knowledge and experience than any of the villains. He thought his love ended with Malleus’s mom. But then, you came along. A cute little innocent human who only lived about a little percentage of his life! You are like a baby! You’re too young to survive out there! What if your way back home never worked! What if some thing got messed up? No, you need to be in the world safe and sound! He will protect you! He still has feelings about the age gap though. I mean, what happens in family day at school with your future children? Well, not to worry! As for making you stay, just break a few mirrors or take out any bad memories! He needs to look out for his juniors after all! He won’t break you, but he will punish you if you disobey. Fairies are possessive. Blame your own luck for shooting the heart of the vampire fairy.

Rook Hunt

At first, he seems happy for you! A lost deer should run back to her herd as quick as possible. But you forgot he’s a hunter. And a skilled hunter like him NEVER fails.

He casts his unique magic on you as you are about to leave. A part of him wishes for your happiness, but he couldn’t help it. A large part of him couldn’t forgive you. The most valuable prey were about to outrun him. He could never accept that. His magic will find you. Wherever you go, however you try to escape, the chase continues. Until you give up your world and return with him, they would be absolutely no peace.

Epel Felmier

(Anyone else love peel’s smug VILLAN faces from the ghost bride?)

Epel acts happy but inside, he’s devastated. He wanted to visit his home village again just the two of you. He knows he’s got competition when it came to you, and it was all for nothing. Well, he ain’t admitting that, that’s for sure.

From that day on, with the help of Vill and Rook, he creates a special gift for you. An apple red as the roses. A glittering poison apple just like the Beautiful Queen of his dorm created. To trap you, his one and only Snow White. He still wants to have fun with you and the first years. He wants to graduate with you. You gave him courage, and made him happy. He wants to return you with his own thankful emotions. #Yeah, Right.

On the day you were going to leave, he comes up to you and thanks you, than he says the magic words.

“Prefect…I want to give you something. Please have a bite. It’s a special apple I picked. It’s the most delicious apple I harvested and the most beautiful one! I cared for it so much!”

Epel now understands what Vil said for so long. His cuteness can become a weapon. Look at your eyes! You melt for his cuteness, and bites the apple without thinking twice, I mean, who can resist his cuteness. Instantly, you fall unconscious.

“Whoah!? That was close… but now you can be with us forever Yu! Snow White won’t hold a candle to you…. Let’s graduate together Ok? And we can be together forever…”

He’s a poisoned apple, what would you except? As the saying goes, looks can be deceiving.

Sebek Zigvolt

Ah, he says like 90% of the time about how fairies are better than humans, but for you, it’s an exception. He might not show it, but he cares a lot about you. He’s a tsundere after all.(No, you cannnot tell me otherwise) But he blames you for dumping him and making him feel bad.(AKA you two are not dating)

“This is your own fault human, you made me fall to your schemes and now you’re throwing it all away? Unacceptable!”

He may not show it, but he enjoyed school life with you and the other humans of his grade. He wants to live with you at the valley of Thorns. But your comment of going back to your world snaps something.

Better run away because lightning bolts are coming down in 10 seconds to smash that mirror. He will not let you go. And is you disobey…say goodbye to your eardrums and your freedom.

Silver

(Anyone else love this Silver’s face? I believe Silver can be a villain too, you won’t change my mind)

He is SHOCKED with a capital S. He’s a human, but raised by Lilia and fairies so he has fairy values and they may be SLIGHTLY different from humans especially about love.

He wants to be with you after graduation. He already planned a few preparations so you won’t be getting away.

Before you go, he casts his unique magic on you to appear in your dreams as a dashing prince. Saving you, chasing you, maybe choking you a little bit. Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. Convincing that your world is horrible and terrible, and you should come back to Twisted Wonderland and live with him. Silver is a prince, and you are his princess. To him, the bad witch is your world. After all, he needs to defeat the bad witch to save his one and only princess. Than he can live happily ever after.

[natailiatulls07]

part two to lemon sherbets!! it was so so cute!!

Lemon Sherbet Pt.2

Mafia!Lando Norris x female!reader

Summary - He did it, Lando Norris did it. He managed to get her to marry him

Warning - swearing, Mafia??

A/n - This is also inspired by a scene from Legend (2015) &lt;3

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Lando had her. With much fight, Lando managed to be vulnerable for Y/n. He showed his gentle side, he always did. And in amongst Landos chaotic and dangerous lifestyle, the gangster proposed.

Today, a bright and colourful spring day, was the eagerly anticipated wedding day. Close family, friends and gangsters gathered in the small church. All dressed in the requested colourful dress code, but one.

The mother of the bride, M/n L/n was dressed head to toe in black. It was like she was attending a funeral. Sticking out like a sore thumb.

A black McLaren pulled into the small car park, Lando Norris emerging in a smart and slick suit. His usual.

Whispers were heard. Everyone immediately noticing the infamous gangster. “Look it’s Lando…”

The curly hair gangsters eyes flickered around, well aware of his surroundings. Until his eyes stopped, stopped on the mother of the bride. The only person dressed in black.

Max Fewtrell, his bestfriend, immediately walked up to Lando when he saw how his face turned to a scowl. “All right, all right”

Eyebrows frowned, Lando just stared at M/n who stared back. “She’s wearing black” He only wanted today to be perfect for Y/n and her own mother was ruining that.

“Yeah, I know I know…” All Max was doing to calm down his bestfriend, not wanting to cause a scene. “She read it wrong, hasn’t she? She thought it was a fucking funeral”

Max had grown to like his bestfriends lover, was very friendly. “Wearing black, that fucking bitch” Lando muttered, fighting off his ongoing anger.

“Don’t drive yourself mad” Lando turned from his bestfriend to look at M/n again. Still staring down at him, she had unimpressed look.

Never did she want this relationship. Always telling Y/n that he would just use her for her beauty.

Max muttered. “Wait until you see the daughter” He knew how Y/n calmed Lando down. “She looks unbelievable in white…” And he was hoping this would do just that.

-

The guests and the Mafia boss gathered in the chapel. Lando and Max stood at the alter, looking down the aisle. “What do you see in her?”

Lando took a deep breath, he saw everything in this women. “Well, I see…” The lad paused. “I see me self, yeah, I see…”

In that moment Max knew his bestfriend, the once shell of a man, had a heart and Y/n had full control of it. “I see what I could be. You know?” Lando continued, he had a nervous facial expression.

“If I weren’t scared”

Max stifled a laugh, his bestmate was never scared. Y/n really had an effect on Lando, so much effect. “You’re not scared of anything”

Turning for a second, Lando looked at Max. “Yeah” Their faces holding knowing grins. Both well aware of the womens effect on him.

-

Just outside, Y/n and Leo had just arrived in the wedding car. She was dressed in her chosen dress, flowers in hand and vail pulled down over her face.

They climbed the stairs to the doors of the chapel, where their mother stood still looking unimpressed. In a hushed whisper, Y/n spoke. “What’s she doing?”

Leo annoyed at his mother for trying to ruin the day. “Well you know what she’s gonna be saying” He knew how much their mother hated this relationship but Leo just wanted his little sister to be happy. “So just take it easy, deep breaths”

The pair had reached the top of the stairs, now face to face with M/n. “Why you not inside yet?”

Without a beat M/n spoke. “Are you sure you wanna go through with this?” Leo tried to interrupt and quieten her but Y/n stopped him.

“It’s all right, Leo…” She inhaled a deep breath before turning back to their mother. “I love him”

M/n’s eyes were piecing. “Love” There was a pause. “Do you even know what love is?”

Looking down, Y/n replied quickly. “I know it’s not an answer to anything. But love is a witness, Lando sees me” She was so used to being berated and criticised by her mother that to Y/n, Lando made her feel free and loved. “And I see him”

She shook her head. “And who are you to refuse that?”

Leaning down slightly, M/n spoke again. This time harsh and bitter. “I’m your mother.” And with that, she walked off into the chapel.

The two siblings watched their mother walking in, silence filled the air around them until. “Wow…” Leo broke the silence.

Y/n turned to look other at her brother. “What?” Confused evident.

“Nothing it’s just…” He paused and Y/n could swear that she saw tears welling up in his eyes. “You really love him, because you would never talk to mum like that…”

It was safe to say that Leo was baffled. Y/n never once spoke back to her mother, but now she had that confidence to. All because of Lando.

It was the same for Lando. He was becoming softer, just for her. More gentle and sympathetic. There was a small difference in each, but everyone could see it as clear as day.

“Let’s get you married then!”

-

[monster-disaster]

Request: Chimera inspired monster

Not necessarily a traditional chimera, just a monster that you mish mash together yourself since you’re the author! I wanna make sure you have a lot of creative reign to design the creature how you want to!

Scenario/Plot: A retelling/inspired story of Beauty and the Beast, but female reader agrees to be his bride from the very start. She has abandonment issues and just yearns to be loved by anyone who’ll take her. And reader found her monster groom to be very attractive from the beginning. She’s just enjoying her life living in opulence with a man that’s fully devoted to her. *Cute shenanigans ensue between the couple, that ends in a Gomez and Morticia Adams romance*

Not sure if this’d be good for NSFW, or just a super fluffy romance would be better!

It's spring, and I'm in my historically inaccurate Regency Era. I hope you will enjoy it!

chimera!Lord Elohim x human!Reader Good to know: no warnings, and I can't promise anything, but there is a chance that we will meet Lord Elohim again because I have more ideas for their pair

A soft 'thank you' slips past your lips as the carriage door opens, and a hand reaches out towards you, offering help. Your fingers find a firm grip as you step out onto the gravel path, gathering the soft fabric of your dress to pull it out of your way. The pebbles creak under your shoes, mixing with the bustling noises of the others around you. Your gaze scans your surroundings, finding a few familiar faces among the guests. The ladies are adorned in their latest gowns, following the fashion and expectations of their titles. Their necklaces and earrings glint and shine under the warm light of the lampions and candles like the stars in the dark sky above you. In contrast, the men appear dull in their dark coats and trousers.

"Y/N?"

Your attention shifts from the guests to the mansion before you. Your gaze sweeps over the sturdy walls and delicate carvings and details. Candles glow in every window, dancing and pulsing among the lush vines that climb the grandiose building.

"Y/N?"

A slight frown pulls on your brows as your attention pauses at the wide window above the entrance door. A tall shadow stands firm and straight. The lights streaming out from the house make it impossible to see clearly.

"Y/N!" Your gaze tears away from the sight as an arm curls around yours, pulling you away from the next carriage in the long row of arriving guests. You need a moment to drag your focus away from the window. The back of your mind still lingers on the dark figure, though. "Mother?" "What are you doing?" She asks. Your frown again with confusion this time. "What do you mean?" "Come." Despite her small, delicate form, your mother has every power in her body to drag you into the house after showing the man standing at the door your invitation. "Wow!" Your amazement escapes your lips before you can stop it. Your eyes are on the chandelier hanging from the painted ceiling. "Don't be so crude!" "I'm not!" You reply, looking at the older woman with an amused smile. It's so easy to rile her up. "Come on! Don't tell me you are not surprised." She looks around more discreetly than you. Her attention lingers on the wallpapers with golden details, lush plants, and framed paintings. "I mean…" You can't help but laugh. "See?" "Well, the King was generous," she hums quietly, making sure you are the only one who can hear her while the others come and go around you two. "He saved his nephew," you reason. "He almost died."

The ballroom is already buzzing with life as you and your mother continue further into the mansion, her arm still linked with yours. "Wow!" "Y/N!" You don't even bother with a reaction. You're too busy taking in the green walls with their glinting decor, the flickering candles, and the sturdy wooden furniture. The windows, wide and tall, are framed with dark curtains, offering glimpses of the garden behind the mansion filled with lush greens and flowerbeds. From what you can see, the whole house is elegant and stylish, with the obvious preferences of its male owner.

"I will bring us something to drink," you tell your mother when you see the familiar form of your neighbor coming your way. The woman's face is red with excitement, and her eyes shine with news and the latest topics to gossip about. You already know most of them anyway. "Thank you, dear," your mother replies, letting go of your arm to face the other woman.

The excited voice of your neighbor soon disappears in the cacophony of the soft music that is quiet enough to give space for the chatter in the room. Young couples dance in the middle in each other's arms, whispering and swirling at the melody while the others stand around with drinks. Their voices mingle together to the point you can't understand them.

Maybe it's for the better.

After the King bestowed a title, fortune, and lands upon a monster who saved his nephew from certain death on the battlefield, it became impossible to avoid the whispers circulating through the streets and social gatherings. Allowing monsters to earn wealth and find a way to integrate into human society, primarily through the military, was one thing; however, granting them titles and authority was an entirely different affair. The Ton found themselves uncertain of how to react without angering the King.

They don't dare to express their opinions to the monarch; they are not dense, after all. Yet, they can't readily accept the monster into their social circles, either.

Then, a week ago, everyone received an invitation from Lord Elohim, putting many between a rock and a hard place to your utmost amusement.

As you survey the room full of people of the society close to the King, you notice that their curiosity outweighs their resentment. For tonight, at least. The lack of your surprise is understandable; you are sure this party will provide rich fodder for gossip for weeks, if not months. You glance back at your mother and her friend, already chatting in hushed whispers. Yes, you think, it's already started. It started even before the night began.

The table is pushed next to the wall between two windows. Your eyes scan the various drinks, cakes, and fruits, all fresh and ripe. You're about to reach for two cups when your attention shifts to an archway nearby. Through it, you glimpse a narrow corridor and another open door with a tall bookshelf. Your hand hesitates in mid-air, halfway to the drinks.

You shouldn't.

Your gaze sweeps over the guests, observing everyone having a great time. People continue to dance under the watchful eyes of the wallflowers and eager mothers, while the men chat in small groups.

Your mother would kill you.

As you stand still, unnoticed by the others, you find yourself repeatedly turning your attention back to the door outside.

It would be really rude of you.

You take a few tentative steps away from the table, still focusing on the people around you. A few of them smile when your eyes meet, but nobody stops to start a conversation with you.

Just a quick glance, you tell yourself as you slowly back out of the ballroom. Nobody will know.

The corridor appears much darker in contrast to the ballroom, and when you step into the other room, you have to light a candle you find on the small table next to the door.

The small library is much simpler than the other rooms of the house you've had the chance to see. The walls are hidden by bookshelves, with two sofas and a small coffee table in the middle. From there, you have a full view of another part of the garden spreading out behind the mansion.

You move quietly and slowly with the small, burning candle in your hand. The floor creaks under your steps. The dancing flame warms your face as you lean closer to read the spines of the books. The soft glow illuminates the line of your eyes and the slope of your nose. Most of the books are worn and faded.

You glance at the entrance every now and then, making sure nobody has noticed your absence yet. The noises of the music and the guests seem far away through the half-closed door.

You should go, though.

You nibble on your lower lip until it's red and slightly swollen as you reach up to the shelf. The book you grasp is dark red with a golden title. You can see that it has been regularly read.

Just a peek, you try to convince yourself, and you'll be ready to go.

Before you know it, you're sitting on one of the sofas with the candle on the table and the book on your lap.

Your mother will definitely kill you.

"It's from a friend." The deep voice coming from the door almost makes you jump out of your skin. You grab the books at the last moment before they slip from your lap to the ground. "Oh!" Your heart throbs in your throat as you gasp for air. "He wrote it," he continues, stepping closer. His hands are behind his back. The dark blue coat stretches on his broad shoulders. "While he was traveling."

You have seen monsters before. Even though humans are not particularly fond of them, they are not banned from cities and towns. At least, not anymore.

But you have never seen anything like him before.

Your eyes rake over his tall, sturdy form. At first, you think he is a rakshasa, with a thick yet lean body and a dark mane around his head, but there are goat horns peeking out of the thick fur. And instead of the delicate lion tail, a crocodile one swings behind him, dark green and covered in scales.

"Lord…" You gasp again, standing up from your seat. You can't hide the surprise in your voice or wipe it away from your face. Your fingers are tight on the book, still open. "Lord Elohim," he says with a slight bow. "And you are…" "Lady Y/L/N," you tell him. You are still so overwhelmed by him that you forget your manners entirely. You stare at him openly without shame. He is barefoot. The white shirt he wears is a bit bigger than him, showing off a bit of his chest, and tucked into the creamy-colored trousers that hug his lean waist perfectly. A slight grimace pulls on his face, letting you see his sharp canines. "I'm not doing it right, am I?" He seems easy and amused. Even a bit awkward. Your tense posture relaxes a bit. Your shoulders fall. "I mean," you dare to tease him with a small smile. "You should be outside, socializing, but I shouldn't be here either. And for that, I'm sorry." "Don't be," he says, stepping even closer. Your breath hitches. "I love being here too, so I understand." His gaze runs over the shelves full of books before his attention falls on you again. "How do you like it?" He nods to the book still in your hand. "It's interesting," you tell him. "I didn't know orcs have such a rich culture." There is a glint of amusement in his eyes. "How many orcs do you know?" Heat creeps up on your cheeks. "None." "You can take it with you," he says, motioning to the book again. "It's really good." "Oh, I can't…" "You can," he says immediately. "I'm offering." He is so close that you have to crane your neck to see his face. The male is handsome, with his almost black snout and golden eyes. The realization shocks you. You didn't think monsters could be so attractive. "Well," you clear your throat. Your nose is full of his scent. Warmth and nature. "Thank you." You put it down on the table next to you, though. Maybe you can sneak in before you have to leave and take it home without your mother noticing. She wouldn't be happy with you leaving the ballroom and being alone with a man, monster or not. "You are here with…" "My mother," you tell him. "She is outside… where I should be." He grins. "Me too." None of you move. "Do you want me to introduce you?" You ask him. You can't just leave him here. Not after he offered you his book and was so kind to you. "It can be scary around the ton for the first time." There is something wolfish in his smirk that makes your insides tremble with excitement. You understand, though. You don't think there are a lot of things that can scare him. "Thank you," Lord Elohim says in the end, holding up his arm for you to take. He is warm under your touch as you accept his offer.

Your heart flutters at his closeness.

Eyes fall on you the moment you step into the ballroom on Lord Elohim's side. Your fingers tighten on the curve of his elbows, and he squeezes your hand softly as a reassurance. The room gets quiet as you make your way to your mother through the crowd. Her eyes are wide with shock as you approach her. "Mother," you smile at her, not caring about the heavy gazes on you and the monster. "Let me introduce Lord Elohim." Your mother curtsies, taking back the control over her face. A soft smile appears on her lips, and she looks up at the tall male. "My Lord." "Lady Y/L/N," he bows, still holding onto you on his arm. His paw-like hand is warm on your glove-covered skin. "Please," he straightens, looking around the room. "Continue. Enjoy the night."

His words are followed by silence, and everyone needs a few seconds to regain their composure and focus on their business. Quiet murmurs ripple through the guests, the music starts again, and the weight of the others' attention lifts off your shoulders a bit. Not entirely, though.

"Thank you for the invitation, my Lord," your mother says. You know she feels awkward even though she is really great at hiding it. "I hope everything is for your liking." "Of course," the older woman nods. Before another tense silence could fall on your small company, you turn to the male. He is already watching you, and you can see your mother's eyes widening with fear about what you plan to say. You understand her. "It would be really gentlemanly of you to ask me to dance." You hear your mother gasping, but your focus is on Lord Elohim and his sharp canines as he smiles at you. There is something satisfied and cheeky in the curve.

His golden eyes bore into yours as he gently tugs on your hand, leading you to the couples dancing in the heart of the ballroom. You're aware of the gazes fixed upon you, analyzing your every move, yet you couldn't care less. Your attention is consumed by the chimera before you. His paw-like hand trails from yours, grazing over your arm until it settles on the small of your back, drawing you closer until you're enveloped by his embrace. A tingling sensation courses through your entire being. A sigh escapes your lips before you can stop it. "Are you alright, my lady?" The rumble of his chest echoes within yours.

Are you okay? You're uncertain. Unable to tear your gaze away from his, you feel like a raw nerve, sensitive and on the verge of bursting as he encloses you against himself. The air around you grows hot and heavy, causing your chest to ache and throb.

A smirk plays on his lips. "Are you thinking of running?" Lord Elohim teases, regarding you like a deer he often spots in his garden at dawn. With wide eyes and slightly parted lips, you gaze up at him. He's certain the soft skin of your cheeks would be warm under his touch if he dared to act as he desires despite the attention of his guests. Oh, how he longs to send them all home and keep only you for himself. The pretty little lady with the tendency to sneak around.

"No," you breathe out, fighting for air when you find your voice, holding onto his shoulder more firmly as if he is the only one who keeps you on your feet. You can feel the softness of his mane on your fingertips. Your other hand is in the air in his grasp.

It takes a moment for you to register the orchestra and your body's response to the gentle melody. You move mindlessly under Lord Elohim's guide. Swaying back and forth, you follow the male's lead on the dance floor. His embrace envelops you in warmth, leaving you feeling giddy and breathless as he twirls you, pulling you back to him moments later. You smile up at him, on the verge of laughter.

"You're quite the dancer," you compliment him. "Well, thank you," he hums, his gaze still firmly fixed on yours. "In that case, I hope you won't mind if I ask you to dance with me again." And a few more times.

You don't answer immediately. A sense of certainty washes over you, Lord Elohim will be your lifelong dance partner. The thought fills you with excitement for your future as you stare up at him. It seems like the gold of his eyes swirls under the lights that dance in sync with you.

"I'd love to dance with you some more, my Lord."

For an eternity, if it's possible.

[the-lazyyy-artist]

Pairing: Bachira Meguru x Fem!Reader Synopsis: you're not really fond of weddings. He's the opposite. Themes: meet-cute, fluff? Bachira is a big flirt, reader low-key doesn't like weddings, a little suggestive if you squint a little, just overall cutesy! Author's Note: lmao I'm telling you that the wedding I went to last weekend inspired this brain vomit. And it's time for our little bee to have the spotlight!

Bachira has grown to like weddings, especially now that he's gone professional and most of his teammates are getting married left and right. He loved watching his teammates get all sappy and teary at the altar, but most of the time, he enjoyed the reception that came afterward.

The drinks, the games, the dancing. He lives off of the smiles and laughter of everyone present.

In the lovely countryside of Spain, he was one of the groomsmen at a teammate's wedding. It was a lovely spring day, everyone was dressed in a beautiful lavender color, which Bachira was quite pleased with because it complimented his hair. His crooked lavender tie was fixed by one of his teammates again which he chuckled at.

Then enter you, dressed in a corset dress with a high slit in the side. In your hands was a bouquet of baby's breath, the bride's choice for simplicity and sophistication. You were quite fidgety, given that this was the 2nd time you attended a wedding as a bridesmaid, and your lashes weren't put on correctly by the make-up artist they hired. It was getting itchy every time you blinked, and you couldn't rub it for the sake of your eyeliner.

You stood in line where the other bridesmaids were, waiting for the event to start. You knew you were paired up with someone, but because of your carelessness, you forgot to check who was your pair. You were quietly cursing to yourself as you started to tear up because of the fake lashes (fuck that shit), so you decided to rip them both off of your eyes and excused yourself to the side to look at yourself in your compact. "Shit," you murmured, quickly pulling out your mascara to at least give your lashes the volume it lacks and to hide the eyeliner underneath (which by the way looks uneven because some of it got stuck on the face lashes).

"Excuse me?"

You hastily turned to see who spoke behind you, almost poking your eye and hitting the with the compact you're holding. "Oh! I'm sorry! God, I didn't see you there," you exclaimed, returning the wand to the bottle and screwing it shut. In front of you was the prettiest boy you've ever seen, with eyes as bright as a summer day and a smile to match it. "Are you y/n?" He asked, his playful voice floating in the spring air. "Yes, why?"

"I think you're my partner," Bachira responds. You raised your brows at him, nodding. "Y-yeah, of course. I know."

You did not.

You stood back in line with him, feeling a little awkward. You turned to look at him and asked, "Does my lashes look funky to you?" He looked back at you, puzzled, as you bat your eyes at him. Bachira chuckled and shook his head. "You look okay."

"Okay, that's good to know."

The wedding went well. There were tears, giggles, cheers, and playful glances from Bachira across the aisle. It wasn't so subtle too. He would stare at you, his eyes soft and smirking. You'd smile back, and wave at him, but it was getting weird. He was cute, you're not gonna lie, but you'd rather talk to him than have him stare you down.

The rest of the celebration flew by quickly, until one of your fellow bridesmaids was shaking you off your seat, red wine almost spilling, unaware of what the commotion was about.

All the women were gathered in the crowd, and you heard the host saying things like "Which of these single ladies will be the lucky girl?" and you realized that it was the bouquet toss. As you stand there, you can feel his eyes on you. Bachira, waiting and watching you. Oh, you were too distracted to notice that the bride tossed the bouquet and what got your attention was the screams of your fellow bridesmaids as the bouquet slipped off their grasp and into...

"And we have our lucky lady!"

Everyone turned to you as you gripped the bouquet, catching it with eyes closed. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you thought. People were now pushing you to the dancefloor as the host was making his way towards you. "What's your name, sweetheart?" he asked, pointing the mic to you. "Uh, y/n?"

"Give it up for y/n! Now, let's call on all the bachelors in the crowd for the garter toss!"

You were led to the side as all the single men gathered at the center and your eyes found Bachira in the crowd. "So, he's single," you murmured, watching him smiling widely and jumping around... like a little bee. The host turned everyone's attention to the bride sitting in a chair, and the groom, kneeling in front of her, started to remove the white lace garter around her thigh using his teeth. The guests were jeering and screaming, the bride laughing at her husband's antics. Once the garter was off, the groom tossed it to the awaiting bachelors and like how fate wrote it, Bachira jumped higher than anyone in the crowd, catching the garter with one hand.

"Alright! It seems like we have our lucky bachelor!" The host announced as the crowd parted for him to walk through. "FC Barcha's very own Dancing Bee, Bachira Meguru! Now, let's call back our lucky lady. Come on up the dance floor!" Fuck. You have no idea what was gonna happen. You never paid attention to weddings before!

"You ready?" he asked, smiling widely. There was a sparkle of mischief in his eyes, and it made you shiver a little. "Ready for what?"

"Now it's time for our lucky groomsman, Bachira, to put on the garter on our lucky lady! Make sure to use your teeth!"

"What?" You exclaimed as you were pulled by the host towards the chair at the center of the dancefloor. "Wait!"

Your pleas were drowned by the cheers from your fellow bridesmaids and the groomsmen, whistles from the groom, and claps from the bride. "Is this how it goes?" You asked Bachira, who was now standing in front of you. He had the garter between his teeth as he kneeled towards you and goosebumps rose against your skin. "Heh. Yeah. You never done this before?" He asked, his hands now ghosting on your ankle. You gulped as Bachira took the garter from his teeth and stretched it open to slip it around your ankle.

The noise became nothing as soon as your senses quickly focused on Bachira as his mouth opened, and his teeth caught the garter loosely hanging on your ankle. His hot breath hit your skin as he slowly and agonizingly pulled the garter up, up, up to your calf, then to your knee, his hands holding your leg and resting it on his knee. Oh, you can see the mischief and the danger in his yellow eyes, once sparkled with the sunlight has now darkened as his face travelled nearer to your thigh.

Bachira thanked the bride in his mind that she'd let the bridesmaids wear a dress with a slit because this made it easier for him as more of your skin was exposed. He grinned as he reached closer... closer... and your hand initially gripping so tight on your seat was now on his hair, stopping him before he got to the dangerous part.

His teeth released the garter, snapping it on the delicate skin of your thigh, and your breath hitched. Fuck... you were literally playing with danger.

"Bachi-"

"No, just call me Meguru... or Megs."

"Meguru, I..."

The host brought you two back to reality as he gently pulled Bachira up, and Bachira offered a hand for you to take, your dress' slit gently opening up for the garter on your thigh like it was the World Cup Bachira envied and won. The next moment passed as you two danced with the bride and groom, his eyes never leaving yours.

"Did you like it?" He asked, winking at you. You laughed softly, for the first time today and it was because of him. "Yeah, you were pretty good," you replied, your laughter softening into a smile as you twirled your finger into the tips of his hair. "Will I ever see you again?" He asked again, pulling you closer to him. You tugged on his hair gently, a warning. "Maybe. My flight home will be in two days. You think you can spare a day or two?"

"Of course," he simply replied, "you think it's a date then?"

You hummed in reply, and he hummed too.

It was safe to say that you gave him your number and socials to reach you tomorrow.

And maybe on the days moving forward.

[rebeccablogs]

Florals and Silver Heels 👠

Happy April 2nd , I smell and feel spring in the air ,and I see shoes on the street. Especially silver florals this year. Silver and light grey’s are a beautiful pairing for complimentary colors for florals. If you don’t want black try silver or light grey for a neutral base in your wardrobe. I use these colors when I don’t want to wear white.

[fzjp]

Gonna lose my shit with this fucking ship

started listening to legends of avantris after watching clips for months— from animated clips to chuckles the clown compilations and of course coalecroux

There are cute moments before the marriage episode— featherine referring to kremy as gideon's handler (and gideon responding "just a couple of guys being dudes me and you" i wanna bite my phone just remembering it), gideon giving the almiraj to kremy when he won it (rip torbek but it was hilarious), and their overall banter is so fun it makes me laugh everytime

Even before reaching the wedding episode I know what's gonna happen—kremy got a fae curse and its him falling in love with gideon (and then richie acting so normal about it like what the fuck), kremy "objecting" to the wedding, and gideon offering kremy to dance like that's the cutest shit ever

So when I reached the wedding episode and experienced the whole thing

KREMY MAKING THE WHOLE CONTRACT TO MAKE GIDEON MARRY ALL 3 PIXIES SO HE AND GRICKO GET OUT SCOT-FREE IS FUCKING INSANE AND FUCKING FUNNY

Kremy did got his instant karma with the fae curse, i love it i love it so

and Kremy always making side comments on how the whole wedding's not beautiful and not grand and how this is just like guy's night couple of guys being dudes til the gnome priest added kremy cuz he kept on interrupting the priest

i- im still shaken

AND THEN OF COURSE WHEN THE PRIEST SAID "YOU MAY NOW KISS YOUR BRIDES AND KREMY" "NO IM NOT KISSING KREMY" "BY LAW YOU KISS KREMY" (and then kremy muttering how theyre common law married anyway im gonna pass away—)

AND THE FUCKING RECEPTION

Gideon refusing to feed Kremy's suggestion they feed each other cake, doing the little dance (the dance where derek commented "you're bumping hips" part)

And when kremy brought up the wedding dance but Gideon refused and asking Kremy what's happening to him so Kremy's listening to Francois singing to him in his head

BUT THEN GIDEON MADE A PIXIE TO GIVE KREMY A DRINK BEFORE KREMY WALKED TO GIDEON AND THEY HAD THEIR LITTLE TALK BEFORE GIDEON OFFERED HIS HAND TO DANCE

then spring eladrin frost singing "do you really want to hurt me" (i wanna think this is their theme song, its angsty and funny and it fits them)

In Conclusion: coalecroux is kinda neat im so fine so normal about these two

[centuryberry]

What would have changed if yue had played all the routes before she died

A lot. It would have changed A LOT.

Like, for one, Yue would know EXACTLY who she was related to the moment she saw that Sangshen had six ears. And when Sangshen told Yue about her tragic backstory and her dead little brother? Well, Yue did some scheming to make Sangshen aware of a certain six-eared warrior serving the infamous Monkey King.

And, just like that, the Zodiac Monkey Clan reached out to Flower Fruit Mountain requesting the Six-eared Macaque to visit his sister. Wukong came too. While neither was very impressed by the Clan, they both adored Sangshen and Yue. They were also friendly with Shanzha (literally the only decent person in the clan and a fellow Yue enthusiast). The timing also had them cross paths with the Red-Buttocked Baboon and the Long-Armed Gibbon, who were watching after Yue.

Wukong and Macaque would play an active role in Yue's life, even bringing her over to FFM with them for a visit (at Yishan's insistence.) During this period, Yue would play matchmaker. Even though the two were friendly with her Aunt Shanzha, she couldn't risk any chances. So the Truth Route HAD to be triggered.

Sangshen passes away like in canon unfortunately. She leaves Yue in Macaque’s care since there’s no way she’s leaving her in Yishan’s. Macaque carried her all the way home after the funeral and Wukong welcomed them home with open arms. It was bittersweet.

Not long after Yue left for FFM permanently, RinRin was pulled out of Diyu by Shanzha. It was love at first sight for the both of them. Since she heard Macaque complain about her, Shanzha recognized RinRin instantly and made arrangements to get her back home. At the meantime, they had this cute little whirlwind romance/situationship filled with looks of longing and almost kisses. Then, Shanzha let her go back to FFM and remained in LoES.

You’d expect some drama but no, there wasn’t. RinRin kinda breaks up with Wukong point blank the moment she returned and all but tells him to kiss Macaque already (he does). Then, she goes and mopes in a hut. She only comes out whenever Shanzha visits Yue (and her) every year. They pine and flirt and sigh after each other. Iceflower becomes Shadowpeach 2.0 and it drives FFM crazy.

When the Otome Game story rolls around, Shanzha ends up being the bride but everyone is significantly more chill about it.

Wukong: Look, I don't know what Heaven is scheming but - Oh hai, it's you. You're a bit early in your annual visit to see Yue.

Shanzha, tied up and in a wedding dress: Believe me, if this was planned I'd be here with presents.

Since Heaven states that Shanzha was a bride for the ruler of FFM (a fact Yue points out), RinRin takes the chance to reclaim her previous Queen status solely to snatch Shanzha from the palanquin and run off with her.

RinRin, cackling like a gremlin: Wife, wife, wife!

Not to be outdone, Wukong proposes to Macaque and suggests a Spring Wedding.

Some drama with Azure happens later but that’s not important. (Or is it?)

[valacirya]

Indis appreciation post!

Disclaimer: All the canon info is taken from Morgoth's Ring and Peoples of Middle Earth. Also, this isn't a character analysis/meta. It's just a list of stuff I love (plus some headcanons) about one of my favorite characters in the legendarium.

1. She's athletic and outdoorsy. We're told that Indis is "exceedingly swift of foot" and that "she walked often alone in the fields and friths of the Valar, turning her thought to things that grow untended." When Finwe sees her, she's chilling on a mountainside. I love that she's associated with nature, specifically the wilderness. She parallels Feanor in her exploration of Aman and interest in the imperfect. Also, this is purely self-indulgent but ever since reading HoME for the first time, I've pictured Indis as tall and broad, and muscular beneath a layer of fat.

2. She doesn't let her unrequited love affect her life. "There was ever light and mirth about her." She's not the pining, languishing princess stereotype. She goes on. She doesn't let it make her bitter or depressed, and she is so restrained that only Mandos and possibly Ingwe are aware of her feelings.

3. Part of her attraction to Finwe is intellectual. In HoME we're told that his "mastery of words delighted her." Considering that Indis is also a poet/composer ("wove words into song") and that the Vanyar enjoy linguistics, it makes sense. It's also just really cute.

4. She's politically minded. Her reasoning for pronouncing 's' instead of 'th' is: "I have joined the Noldor, and I will speak as they do." This is the right thing to do to gain the respect of the Noldor and their acceptance of her authority. I also think she makes a statement with Fingolfin and Finarfin's mother-names. Arakano ("high chieftain") and Ingoldo ("the Noldo, eminent among the kindred") are not only powerful, prophetic names, they're also strikingly similar to Ingwe ("chief of chieftains") who is the High King not just of the Vanyar, but all Eldar. What a power move.

5. She's able to balance her own culture with the culture she marries into. Indis integrates into Noldorin society easily while remaining Vanyarin at her core, as is evidenced by Finwe saying that "above all her heart now yearns for the halls of Ingwe and the peace of the Vanyar." Her sons also respect and are proud of their mixed heritage; Finarfin "loved the Vanyar, his mother's people" and is said to be like them (as are Finrod and Galadriel), and Fingolfin's daughter-in-law is Vanyarin (plus the Nolofinweans have a special connection to Manwe).

6. She gets an awesome prophecy about her line. "But I say unto you that the children of Indis shall also be great, and the Tale of Arda more glorious because of their coming. And from them shall spring things so fair that no tears shall dim their beauty; in whose being the Valar, and the Kindreds both of Elves and of Men that are to come shall all have part, and in whose deeds they shall rejoice. So that, long hence when all that here is, and seemeth yet fair and impregnable, shall nonetheless have faded and passed away, the Light of Aman shall not wholly cease among the free peoples of Arda until the end." Fuck yeah.

7. Her name means "valiant woman." This is the only definition given in Morgoth's Ring, I believe. I highly prefer it over the "bride" meaning because it's a badass name and is similar to Artanis ("noble woman") and Astaldo ("the valiant"). A headcanon that I'm particularly attached to is that Indis's mother-name is Indome, meaning "will of Eru."

8. She's popular with most of the Noldor. We're told that "Finwe, King of the Noldor, wedded Indis, sister of Ingwe; and the Vanyar and Noldor for the most part rejoiced." The majority of the Noldor also follow Fingolfin and Finarfin instead of Feanor.

9. She's friends with Nerdanel. HoME states that Nerdanel went to "abide with Indis, whom she had ever esteemed."

10. She gets pissed off at Finwe when he sides with Feanor. So much so that he thinks she won't want to see him if he's re-embodied. I know this is from his perspective but I'm inclined to agree. [However, this is still very presumptive of him, and his comment that "Indis parted from me without death" is super shitty. Eugh.]

11. She's close to her kids. Finarfin takes after her, Fingolfin passes on the name she gave him, Findis lives with her, Lalwen goes by the name she gave her. Finwe also says that "she hath dear children to comfort her."

So there we have it! What little info we get about Indis is pretty awesome. And this is just a list; I could write a whole essay on her fortitude and unconventionality and my numerous headcanons about her.

[spacebaby1]

Saw your post!!! 🧡

Hear meowt, Sukuna Fluff: You. Finding Your boyfriend's secret notebook, filled with sketches and plans about a wedding. A wedding that he's planning to have. With you. There are bride dress/kimonos options on cut out paper, glued to the pages for you to choose from, the color schemes are your favorite colors, maybe even a fusion of both of your color aesthetics, there are underlined words like, spring wedding cause he knew you liked cherry blossoms, maybe having a beach revenue, there is a list on another page of places all over the world you've mentioned you wanted to go to, finding and pinpointing the best location to go on honeymoon with you.

And he doesn't know that you know now, that he's planning to marry you. Last page info is your finger size and his. There's a date on the top left of the paper. This had been planned for 4 years into your relationship. And he's planning to propose to you in 2 weeks.

This is literally cute idea! Enjoy!

Sukuna wasn't much of a writer but recently he had been writing something in his ""mystery journal"" that you didn't know what it was and didn't care much of invading his privacy because he would never do that to you when you are writing in your journal. But one day you two were sitting on the couch as you were scrolling on pinterest and it caught his attention an specific picture of a wedding cake that you scrolled past mindlessly. "What's this app, love?" He asked. You turned to look at him, "this? This is pinterest. It's like app for pictures and stuff. Why?" He handed you his phone, "can you download it for me? I can save pictures from it right?" You nodded, "Yeah." Without a second thought you made him an account on pinterest. And he spent most of that night and his mornings scrolling through pinterest for ideas which you were not informed at all.

Few days went by and you were putting the clothes away after doing the laundry and that's when you saw it. In one of the drawers where you were putting Sukuna's shirt his journal was sat there under one of the shirts. You shook your head and placed the rest of the clothes away however something in you told you to read the journal. Although you trusted Sukuna either your whole heart and wasn't expecting him to write about someone else and felt bad to invade his privacy; you knew you won't be able to rest until you find out what's in that journal. Placing the basket away you grabbed the journal and sat on the bed as you took a deep breath before opening the journal and your heart beating fast only blink few times as you read the title in the fist page; ""wedding plan"". You flipped the pages and there were bunch of details about the two locations he had picked and you flipped another page that had bunch of pictures of white dresses and kimonos alongside with the names of shops.

In one of your friends gathering he heard you talk about how you want to have your honeymoon in Malaysia and there it was the details about an honeymoon in Malaysia. You gasped as you read further; Sukuna had neatly wrote every single details about a further wedding. The list went on and on and each page made you remember when you'd mention about a ring, food, trips; everything. The date on some of the pages made you gasp, he had been planning it since years. You looked at the last page and there was a date with a heart next to it with the word proposal and it is in few weeks. You were happily crying that you didn't hear the front door unlocked and Sukuna walked in the room. The door opened and it made you flinch with the journal in your hand. "Baby? What's wrong why are you cry-" Sukuna stopped mid-way holding your face in his arms when he saw his journal fell from your hand on the floor. You both looked at it as you quickly got up to grab it and put it away, "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean to read-"

Sukuna chuckled and grabbed the journal, "Are you crying because of this?" He asked, and you nodded. "It's so sweet, Sukuna. Why didn't you tell me?" You asked as he whipped your tears and hugged you. "I was planning on surprising you, but you are sneaky and got to it before I could surprise you." You chuckled and looked at him, "Are you serious about it? The date?" He nodded. "I can still pretend that I didn't see any of it," you said, making him laugh, and he kissed your cheek. "Or, we can go through it and plan whatever you want to pick?" He said, caressing your hair. You nodded and laughed, "and I thought I'll be stressing for a wedding plan." He smiled, giving you a small kiss, "I'll never let my girl stress."

[yukikogazingthestars]

"Finally,I got my eyes on you""

**Fukuzawa never noticed that his young wife needed emotional support and affection from him**

**So, I did a little angst and fluff with Fukuzawa Yukichi x reader. Their age gap is 21 years old so Reader is 24 years old while Fukuzawa is 45**

Fluff/Angst /Angst with happy ending

Warning - None

She was always a quiet girl. She was never a popular or cool kid, never fit in, she was just an average person who loved to live alone in peace.

She owned a small bookshop in Yokohama where she sold vintage books including modern ones . She spent most of her time in the shop reading, making tea and coffee for her loyal customers, making pastries if she had more free time.

"Quiet,Calm,Mature,Kind"

Those are the words used to describe her personality. She thought that her life would always be like this until she had an arranged marriage with Fukuzawa Yukichi.

The marriage was so absurd and quick that she didn't even realize what happened. The only thing she understood was her parents have a really good relationship and connection with Natsume Soseki so they decided Fukuzawa and she will be a great couple since the two shared the same calmness and loneliness.

Although she feels uneasy with it , she still agreed because no matter how much she despite the marriage, everyone keeps telling that it's a great opportunity for her to get settled. Moreover, Fukuzawa surprisingly didn't reject the marriage arrangement so she had no reason to throw a tantrum.

For her , nothing matters.Even the family or marriage don't matter. She is so used to being like this .

On the first day of Spring,they get married . No ceremony, no guests, only family members, parents of Bride, Ranpo and Natsume from Groom's side.

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After the marriage,Fukuzawa remained in his daily life as the president of the Armed Detective Agency and she still lived like before: going to the bookstore, cooking food and reading silently.

They exchanged a few words when they had a meal together, they still showed some kind of tenderness.

But,Fukuzawa never made a public appearance for her and never discussed it with her about that either.Also, he gave so little time for her since he's really busy with his job as President of the Armed Detective Agency .

Sometimes, she thought that Fukuzawa really forgot about the marriage or her existence. That made her a little hurt. Although she was the one who felt a little uneasy about getting married, she still wore the wedding ring happily and asked for advice from her customers about marriage life. She made warm and cute bento boxes for him whenever she had free time. If she felt lonely, she just walked, fed the stray cats and played with them.

She never dares to ask if he loves her . She never hopes he will love her back .

She is so used to living quietly, enduring a lot and if the pain exceeds her limit, she leaves quietly .

One day, Fukuzawa forgot his bento box at home . She had an errand near the ADA office so she decided to take the box for him.

But, her heart felt a little heavy,

"What if Yukichi San dislikes me introducing myself as his wife without his permission?"

"How should I answer when someone from his office asks me who I am?"

Train of thoughts traveled through her head. Although she kept walking and walking till she made it to the door of the office, she hesitated to knock.

Before she could make a knock, the door suddenly opened and she saw Ranpo and Yosano getting out of the office. Yosano never met her in person but from Ranpo, she heard a little about the President's wife . But, when she met her in person, she found that the wife was really pretty and elegant.

"Y/N San , is everything okay?"

Ranpo asked when he saw her with a box , a little bit tired and sweating.

" I I am okay. Please give it to Fukuzawa San "

She smiled and handed the bento box and left the place quickly. Ranpo had noticed the sadness that was behind her big brown eyes.

Ranpo handed the box to Fukuzawa who was reading the documents. When he saw the box, he was amazed and his eyes sparkled.

"Is Y/N here? Why don't I see her? Is she waiting outside?"

Fukuzawa stood up and started to rush to the outside.

" No,she left for her shop"

" I see"

He sighed a little and sat down , continuing to read the documents while narrowing his eyes.

Ranpo couldn't help but start to chuckle a little. Fukuzawa looked up at him with a confused look.

" What's so funny?"

" No , nothing.It's just you and Y/N san need a little time to discuss. I won't interfere or give a clue "

Ranpo took the cookie bag attached to the bento box , ate 4 pieces at a time .

" She need you" said Ranpo and left the room.

Fukuzawa still sat down with frowned eyes and thought about what Ranpo had said.

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Fukuzawa arrived home a little earlier than other days since Ranpo's words were too occupying him. When he arrived home, he saw the light wasn't on so he thought his wife was still at the shop.

He gently opened the door and entered the house but he froze when he heard a little sobbing sound coming from their bedroom.

He was worried and rushed towards the room.He never thought that his young wife was so sad ,frustrated and mentally breakdown until he saw her crying at the corner of the room ,covering both her ears, sobbing and saying muddled words.

He couldn't entirely understand what she was saying .

But, it was crystal clear that she was in pain. She was broken . She needed words to express her feelings and needs to him. But, all she did was cry behind his back and pretend nothing happened when he arrived home.

"Y/N …"

Fukuzawa softly called her name and rushed towards her to hug her. She was afraid that he saw her breakdown so she tried to push him back and run away.

But, he hugged her with all his strength and rubbed her back to coax her.

"I'm sorry Y/N.I'm really sorry for every pain I've caused"

She didn't talk back instead she grabbed his strong arm and cried like a kid

" You you don't love me. I'm so scared . I know you will leave me . I know you disgusted me"

She stuttered and cried again. Although she was really tired and exhausted,she didn't stop crying and sobbing quietly.

Fukuzawa didn't know how to make her feel relieved so he just hugged her tightly,coaxing and patting her head softly.

"I do love you Y/N . I do love you. I'm really sorry that I ignored your pain and sufferings."

She did stop crying but her body was still shaking. She didn't dare to hug him back . Instead she leaned into his chest and became a little calmer than before.

" I am sorry Yukichi San , for everything I've lacked for you"

"No, you're enough. You're too good to me. I'm the one who need to apologize "

Fukuzawa kissed her forehead softly.The whole world was gradually falling silent as the girl fell asleep on his chest.

Fukuzawa decided to take her to the Armed Detective Agency tomorrow and introduced her to his members there.