#I just think shes fun to draw sharp and angy

[drunkcleric-art]

Some cooldown sketches of Sumire, my current muse

[modern-inheritance]

heheheheh @Dragodraws1's art and all the fun Arya stuff I've been seeing in the fandom lately has me wanting to attempt to draw again, but I am, as you all know, BAD AT IT.

But I NEED to draw this sometime, especially since I've had my own adventures with Ketnip lately.

Best summary I can give atm is that Murtagh and Eragon wander into the embassy kitchen and are greeted by a very angry Brom who immediately starts yelling at them for switching the coffee pots around when they brewed the coffee that morning. He rants for 2-3 panels.

ALL the panels have a wiggly black thing dangling down from the top. Zipping around to different areas each new panel.

Brom is still ranting, and Eragon, being the ADHD kiddo he is, is just watching this thing and asks Saphira if he should pull it. Saphira, being Saphira, tells him he should, and she is ready to save him from whatever consequences.

Eragon, standing next to an annoyed Murtagh, who is starting to argue back, just does o_o ADHD hyperfixation face, reaches up while staring straight ahead, gives the thing a yank as it zips by next.

And with a massive thud and a crash Arya, in Mega Caffeinated Feral Draconic Elf Mode, falls from the ceiling she's been skitter-scrambling all over since she had what she assumed was decaf that morning, hisses and snarls and snaps her sharp teefies at them like a very VERY angry cat, and scrabbles up the fridge and crouches on top of it making angy cat chest growls.

Murtagh, instantaneous shriek: WHAT THE EVER LOVING FECK IS THAT–

Eragon: Oh. My. Gods. Caffeine is elf-nip.

Brom: YES. CAN YOU SEE WHY THIS IS A PROBLEM?! I HAVE AN OUT OF HER MIND ELF WITH THE BRAINPOWER OF A WEEK OLD HATCHLING AND A TROUBLE STREAK THE WIDTH OF THE COUNTRY AND DRAGON INSTINCTS. DO YOU THINK ANY OF US CAN CONTAIN THIS WOMAN RIGHT NOW?!

Eragon: ....Saphira might.

Later...Saphira is shown with her forelegs across Arya's struggling and snapping form, highly amused, teasing her calling her a misbehaving hatchling with no manners. Murtagh is poking her with the handle end of a broom. Brom looks like he finally had his aneurysm. Eragon is definitely trying to calm the elf down, crouched next to her, doing horse-calming talk.

Arya swears them all to secrecy on this.

[parchmentedpetrichor]

➳april’s fool ♡

in which fred weasley is in love with y/n l/n, the girl he happens to tease and insult profusely for her attention. 

fred weasley x gryffindor!fem!reader 

word count: ±4.3k 

tw: food, fireworks, pranking, fred being a bully, tad bits of swearing

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ft. minnie, dumbledore and severus

yeah, your grandmama probably know me 

get more bottles, these bottles are lonely

it's a moment when I show up, got 'em sayin', "wow"

april’s fool 

“tomorrow is april fools,” dumbledore sighs. 

“you know what that means...?” mcgonagall asks, her voice on edge.

“the twins,” snape replies quickly, not even bothered one bit as he sips his dark coffee.

“and their pranks,” dumbledore dramatically rolls over in his armchair.

“okay and?” 

“they’re a hazard, severus!” mcgonagall replies.

“that doesn’t stop them.”

“what will stop them?” dumbledore ponders, eyes faint with interest. 

“you still have those weird buzzy fireworks right?” snape asks. 

“of course.”

“and minnie, you have the cake mix your grandmother gave you?”

“still in my cupboard next to the biscuits.”

“excellent.”

y/n l/n listens from the other side of the door, grinning. she’s been called to mcgonagall’s lavish office for some business she hopes isn’t trouble, but the conversation the three are deeply invested in piques her interest. 

she likes fun. the type of continuous laughter and uncontrollable fits of giggles at noon. that’s why she enjoys the pranks the twins play. they’re bold, sharp and reckless and have the undoubtable trademark of fred and george on them.

one too a many times she’s been on the receiving end of them. one time the twins had charmed the library so that she and other studious students could not find any books that they wanted or needed for a whole week. 

another time, her hair had been dyed bright pink. she wasn’t a fan of it, but tried her best to rock it. it worked. y/n had received many compliments on her bubblegum pink locks. 

she laughed it off a lot. whenever something quite embarrassing happened, it was usually funny. 

even the snide remarks the older twin always cast her way.

including the time he called her a blackhead. well, multiple times. 

“oi, l/n, looking like a blackhead.”

george had rolled his eyes at his brother before adding kindly, “at least you have nice hair. your tie’s always shiny too.”

she had just laughed, “at least i’ve got the blackhead looks to pull pink hair off, weasley, you can’t even pull off ginger hair, and thanks, georgie. love ya.”

fred had looked taken aback, but y/n still scowls at the memory. she gets she isn’t pretty, but there is a line you don’t cross when trying to insult someone.

he always calls her the most awful nicknames too; body parts that align with her name and random pieces of rubbish she isn’t bothered to remember.

she shakes herself of her thoughts and draws herself up, knocking thrice on the door lightly.

“come in,” mcgonagall’s calm tone beckons.

“good afternoon professors!” she chirps, smiling at all three.

they smile back. even snape. they’re big fans of the girl, who’s studious but mischievous. albus dumbledore has always thought that y/n’s eyes always look like all she’s seen is a beautiful sunset. 

“now you must wonder why i called you here,” mcgonagall starts.

“you see, how have you punished the weasley twins when they play all those pranks on you?” dumbledore eagerly asks. 

y/n gives a light laugh, “i just prank them back. i won’t get detention for this, right?” she jokes.

they laugh, “of course you will,” snape jokes back and for a second y/n is surprised that severus snape, the ever so cold potions professor, is cracking jokes. especially to her. 

“well then, i guess i can’t tell you how i prank them back then,” she drawls dramatically.

“no, no, do tell, we’re, what do you young people say?” mcgonagall pauses, “ahh yes! we’re all ears!”

y/n bursts out laughing, “okay, i usually do something that’s subtle enough but still very noticeable. they need to be anonymous too, or that’ll start prank wars and i’m only looking for short term pleasure really. one time, i dumped a whole bunch of polyjuice potion in both their little goblets. fred became george and george became fred. they were so confused.”

mcgonagall is impressed. 

“can you bake?” dumbledore asks and y/n shakes her head for a long time. 

“can’t bake for my sanity.”

“awesome. that is what i thought too,” dumbledore answers and y/n smiles. 

a single knock sounds. it’s proper and formal. 

“come in!” mcgonagall yells.

draco malfoy in all his glory steps into the room, eyes alight with concern, ever so indifferent. 

y/n knows him from quidditch. they’ve become relatively good friends, though she thinks he is very busy with his home life. she also knows that there’s more to him than the facade he has.

“afternoon,” he nods and gives a charming smile. 

“now, draco, i understand your mother had enrolled you in baking classes,” snape says. 

draco nods. 

“you must bake a cake,” mcgonagall hands him the cake mix.

she hands y/n the box of fireworks and winks. 

“good day professors! make sure to be at breakfast tomorrow!” y/n shouts, dragging draco with her to the kitchens. 

soon draco is laughing with y/n, at her atrocious puns and lightly placed jokes, finding himself very much happy. he’s not interested in her romantically, he simply enjoys her company. he’s even sharing some funny stories of his own too.

“...and i told him, to precisely fuck off.”

“so that’s how you deal with him!”

“oh no, he didn’t stop. he kept bugging me.”

“what did you do then?”

“i cast a muffliato charm on him.”

y/n bursts into laughter as they pass the gryffindor common room, quickly hiding the box of fireworks in her cloak as she spots two red heads quietly snickering by the fat lady. 

they notice the unlikely pair scurrying down the stairs. 

“hey, google eyes!” fred shouts. 

y/n doesn’t know fred well enough to decide if that greeting is dedicated to herself, so she continues upon her way. 

“weasley,” draco states. 

“huh?” y/n fakes oblivion. 

draco jerks his head in the way of the twins, where fred is smirking handsomely, leaning against the wall in a model-like fashion. 

george is shaking his head in dismay. 

“i said googly eyes!” fred shouts again.

y/n won’t lie, she thinks fred has undoubtedly good looks and his ginger hair is cute. he’s just a terrible person. to her, at least. she knows she’s biased, she’s often seen fred comforting ginny after a bad fight with a boyfriend, and from what she’s heard from alicia and angelina and katie, he’s funny too. 

she whips out her glasses and stares deadpan at him, before rolling her eyes and running with draco down the stairs, laughing like madmen.

they finish baking late at night, and waving her wand smartly over the cake, y/n produces a charm that will make the fireworks activate as soon as the cake is cut open. 

draco smiles as he pipes purple and orange roses, writing a ‘happy bday fred and george’ in chocolate letters. 

they add lots of sprinkles, hoping to seem like avid admirers of the twins. 

“does miss l/n and misters malfoy need any assistance?” a house elf asks.

draco just about opens his mouth to snap a ‘no’ when y/n gives him a silencing look.

“thank you rosemarie, but that is not needed, you are welcome to watch and talk with us though,” y/n politely answers, giving her a grin. 

the house elf sniffles, “miss l/n is too nice! rosemarie will make some hot chocolate for her! pretty hair!”

y/n laughs, “thank you very much, rosemarie. i think mister malfoy would also like some hot chocolate, with a tiny bit of firewhiskey, if that’s alright with you,” she winks at draco who just scoffs in reply. 

when they’re finished with the cake and the hot chocolate, y/n enters the gryffindor common room. angelina takes the cake and wraps it up in a box and nice wrapping paper. she sends it flying to the twins’ usual spot on the gryffindor table. 

“thanks angie!” y/n smiles, getting up from the cozy spot near the fire in the common room. 

“why are you going? we’re staying up till midnight for the twins’ birthday; wanna join?” angelina asks. 

y/n shakes her head, “i’m not too close with them, it seems like a rather intimate ceremony,” she keeps her words fluffy and light. really, she would join any birthday celebration, but she didn’t think she could handle the constant insults and annoying comments fred always made about her. and this would have been completely acceptable if she had done something to any one of the weasleys, but she hadn’t. she even regards ginny weasley as a little sister and was invited to one of ginny’s infamous slumber parties. okay, she might have a little crush on him for his joke-ish nature, but it’s nothing she can’t get over. he’s out of her league, for sure, she thinks. and terribly rude. she doesn’t understand why she still harbours those feelings for him. maybe because that time adrian pucey was mocking her for her ‘blood purity’ he stood up for her. or that time she hurt herself at quidditch and fred stayed up with her bandaging her wound. he cared when it mattered, she guesses. 

“i’m sure they would love you there.”

“fat chance,” she scoffs, “have a good night!”

she goes to her own dormitory up the stairs. she’s well known in gryffindor house, but for different reasons than the twins may be. although she’s close with angie and alicia, she’s not close with the twins. mainly because she’s always studying, playing quidditch, and doing prefect things. 

being on a quidditch team with fred weasley is bearable. mainly because she’s the captain. 

she’s stopped by a large hand on her shoulder. the owner of the hand swivels and suddenly a grinning fred is revealed. 

“where’re you going?” fred weasley’s annoying voice pronounces. 

“the sahara desert,” she snaps back dryly, “you’re in the way of my world exploration.”

“am i, really?”

“‘course,” she reigns her attitude in, “nice night, isn’t it?”

“for you? never.”

she scowls. fred watches in utter amusement as she takes a deep breath and charmingly smiles. 

“dearest freddie, will you please allow me to get to my dorm so i can have some sleep?”

fred’s heart skips a little at the nickname but shakes his head. 

“what’s the password?”

y/n sighs. “i don’t know. y/n is a blackhead. googly eyes. whatevers.”

fred lets out a loud laugh. y/n finds herself trying hard not to laugh with him. 

she turns around, ready to find her hufflepuff friend that has a spare bed in their dormitory, knowing fred is really stubborn.

“that’s not the password.”

“well, good night.” she walks off, before intensely diving in a style harry potter himself would be proud of, onto the stairs and running up the dorms laughing. 

fred stands at the bottom of the stairs, dumbfounded, his jaw hanging open. 

“close your mouth, flies will be caught,” he heard the giggling voice of y/n.

“close yours and you’ll look better,” he insults back. 

“oh shut up. we know i’m the prettier one. and that’s saying something.”

the next morning, fred and george wake up to presents, a rowdy common room, and a nice cake sitting waiting for them on the gryffindor table. 

for the first time, y/n takes a seat opposite them, her eyes alight with the familiar mischief they always held. she steals glances at the professors, who were beaming down with interest, as if they shared an inside joke. draco malfoy has an odd smirk on his pale face. 

all eyes are on them as they cut open the cake. with a bang, fireworks come flying out of the cake in all directions, sending crumbs and icing flying in the air and leaving soot on the twin’s faces. their ginger hair is covered neatly with white icing and the fireworks continue for a calamitous five minutes. everyone’s too busy laughing and trying to dodge the flying cake to see that y/n l/n and draco malfoy are laughing quietly in a corner together, both with spells like umbrellas. 

fred’s eyes, however, are trained on y/n, who’s rolling over in laughter. he quickly casts a scourgify on himself and george, and strides casually over to her and malfoy, the usual lazy smirk on his face as he hears ‘draco ohmygosh that was the best. your cake decos are on point! d’ya think he’ll ever bully me again?’. that confirms his suspicions. she did play this prank on him. and it makes him feel fuzzy inside.

his face then contorts into a frown. she thinks he bullies her? 

“i wouldn’t say he bullies you, y/n.”

he smiles. never mind.

“but it isss! i can assure you, there is absolutely nothing nice ‘bout being called a frame!”

fred snorts at the time y/n had been gushing adorably over a picture frame that was embellished with gold and bronze flowers to angelina. he had went over and in an attempt to catch her attention, said ‘you’re a frame’.

sure, he was good at flirting, but not to the girls he really really liked. 

“that’s fucking funny,” malfoy laughs. 

“oh shut it draco, your face is funny. but yeah, i should probably ask him to start fresh.”

he decides to interrupt their conversation. 

“ask who to start fresh?” he butts in. 

y/n doesn’t even look surprised, “in fact, you, fred, because i’m not really sure if i’ve done anything wrong to you or anything, and by my memory i don’t think i have and you keep being rude and stuff. if i have, i’m really sorry for it and i’m sorry that i hurt you and all. if we can y’know, start over, and maybe be friends?” she catches the unreadable look in fred’s eyes and hesitates, “or maybe not, that’s okay, we don’t need to!” she gives a small laugh, “er, sorry for ever bringing it up?”

the earnestness of her tone and the wistful look in her eyes makes fred fall a little harder. ever since he saw her nervously fiddling with her robes in first year, he’s been smitten. 

there’s a silence. malfoy has slipped off, the sneaky bastard. 

fred simply takes y/n’s hand, giving her a look as if to ask for permission. 

she swallows and nods. 

they’re in the courtyard, which is sunny and light. flowers are blooming everywhere. 

“can i kiss you?” fred asks.

y/n’s eyebrows go up. “what?”

“can i kiss you?” fred repeats patiently. 

“as in kiss? k-i-s-s?” y/n asks, eyes wide with suspicion and curiosity.

“yep,” he chuckles, “crazy, aren’t i?”

“yeah, you’re crazy.”

“really? can i kiss you?”

“i’ve never really kissed anyone.”

“i guessed that.”

her eyebrows furrowed in hurt, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“i’ll tell you if you let me kiss you.”

“there better be a good reason because i was saving it for someone special.”

“i need a yes, love.”

she huffs, “yes.” she won’t tell him that she has a crush on him, because to be honest, she still isn’t sure if this is a prank or not.

she surprised when fred tilts her head up ever so gently, a smile on his face.

this kiss is short and sweet. he tastes like cinnamon.

when they’ve let go, fred notices the light pink dusted over her cheeks. he smirks. 

“you have to tell me why you thought i’ve never kissed anyone,” she said, eyes flashing in deep thought.

“such a beautiful person as you does not deserve kisses from anyone.”

“...” 

fred took this as a sign to go on. “the reason i’ve always teased you endlessly is because i want your attention. i didn’t think you’d give it to me any other way. if you haven’t noticed, i’m in love with you. i think you’re absolutely beautiful, both ways. i love it when you frown and get annoyed, even if you rarely do, i love it when you study so hard your face makes this really concentrated look. i love it especially when you laugh and smile and joke and play pranks. even if they’re on me.”

“...” she was studying his movements. inside her brain, a frenzy was going on. part of her brain- the ever so optimistic part, was screaming happily, and the logical part was using body language to analyse whether he was lying or not.

eyes? their honey brown colour was glistening with affection and truth, an expression so dainty on his face. 

a quaint little smile was on his lips, a small one, a genuine one. it was different to all the other smiles she’d seen him smile. 

he wasn’t acting, she decided. if he was, he should take up a job in broadway. 

“y/n?”

her brows were furrowed. she’d never been confessed to as genuinely as this before. 

if they started this type of relationship would he still be mean and insult her all the time?

“i-i need time. to figure this out.”

he doesn’t look disappointed, she thinks. instead he looks down at her with... adoration?

“of course, sweetness, anything, i’ll wait for you.”

she smiles, “thank you, freddie.” 

☆

it’s been a few days since fred’s confessed to her. she’s still unsure if he was joking or not. why?

at this moment, she’s watching him giggle with angelina johnson. it seems like he’s forgotten everything and anything. he’s gotten closer to her. maybe he’s lost feelings for y/n? she can’t blame angie, she’s a wonderful girl. if he likes her, that’s fine too. suddenly her feelings for him become very clear. she like-likes him. and it’s a bit too late.

but maybe he doesn’t like angie in that way? maybe he’s still into her? 

y/n knows molly weasley raises her children with patience. she should trust that fred’s waiting for her. 

but then again, she’s never gonna be as special as angie johnson. she’s just a ever so polite and outgoing nerd. someone who’s foolish enough to prank. angie’s smart, confident and funny and terribly patient. and effortlessly beautiful. she’s got the true gryffindor touch. and angie’s been one of fred’s best friends since day one. she’s always gonna be number 1. 

that’s ok. she’ll accept it. she likes angie anyway. it was probably a joke anyway. 

she couldn’t be jealous, just a bit dismayed that it wasn’t genuine. whatever, she thinks. we can just go back to how we were before. or not. 

and it’s relatively easy. they never really saw much of each other anyway. she’ll get over this tiny little liking. 

it’ll just be like normal. none of this happened. none of it. she grimaces bitterly, damning fred for his stupid games. should’ve known this was another of his pranks. but his acting though, certainly very good. 

she smiles to herself.

“knock it off, y/n, you’re here to learn, not to love.”

and that answer, is satisfactory. 

she gets up from her spot on the gryffindor table rather abruptly, saying goodbye to her friends, and makes her way to the kitchens. she knows she won’t be alone, she’ll talk to hansel and gretel, the twins that cook with the house elves every dinner.

they’re cleaning up as she walks in, book in hand. 

“hi hans, g!” she calls, as she rolls up the sleeves of her sweater to help them with the dishes. 

“y/n!” gretel gives her a hug with soapy arms and y/n giggles.

“how are both of you?” y/n asks. 

“good, good, potions though...” hansel trails off and they all laugh.

“potions is always like that,” y/n agrees, “it’s supposed to be really hard for newts, so you can’t really blame the subject.”

“i’m thinking of dropping divination,” gretel says.

“yeah, that’s wise, gretel buns,” hansel teases and gretel scowls. 

“divination is an easy subject, gretel, you just need to make random stuff up. i saw this weird bear thing in polly’s tea leaves, it wasn’t in the textbook. i told trelawney it was a symbol that a stranger would come and whip polly off her feet, with a whip the colour of the rarest german emeralds, leaving her absolutely smitten. i got full marks,” y/n laughs. 

they laugh too, and soon a light flowing conversation is shared over cups of hot chocolate. 

this is repeated for quite a few days and y/n even invites polly, marla and lenox, her best friends, to join. it’s a delicate, nice kind of week, one that suits her current struggles. 

when the weekends roll around, hansel and gretel suggest that they all sit at the hufflepuff table. they share jokes and quips over the food, y/n reading a book as she bites happily into apple pie.

“pfft,” her lips upturn ever so slightly at the quote that the character makes. 

fred watches her from the gryffindor table, utterly confused. y/n’s been avoiding him. he sees the flashes of hurt that run through her eyes whenever she sees him, and the quick grin that’s far too fake that follows. she’s been reading a lot more and he never sees her anymore. 

he wonders what he’s doing wrong. so as he sees her walking with her friends to hogsmeade, he calls for her. 

“y/n!”

her friends giggle as they see him, but she gives him a fleeting glance and raises her eyebrows at them, shaking her head, before profusely apologising to each one of them.

she approaches him warily, with all practicality in mind. she leads with her heart, but her head protects her. 

fool me once, shame on you.

fool me twice, shame on me.

“you’ve been avoiding me,” he states.

“what would you expect?” she snaps, “isn’t this all a good laugh for you anyway?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“you know what i mean, this was all a joke, wasn’t it? fooling my poor little heart which you know has a crush on you. my head simply won’t allow it. admit it, and we can both move on with our lives,” her tone is sharp and cold, her eyes burning with fury and hurt, “i may seem gullible, and i am,” she gave a short laugh, “but when i notice, don’t even try to lie.”

“this wasn’t a joke, love.”

“don’t call me that, and you and i both know it is. your acting though, absolutely superb!” 

“what makes you think this was a prank, y/n? you were the one who asked for time.”

“yes, and the time made me realise that i had feelings for you despite all the teasing AND the fact you couldn’t possibly be genuine!” y/n says exasperatedly, her fury dissolving quickly, “you looked so in place with angie and everyone that it’s so obviously some sort of fun thing you did to try to get back at me!”

“angie?”

“a-and everyone else.”

“angie?” fred’s eyes were amused.

“you know, angelina, as in johnson.”

“angie?”

y/n shrugs, “you did bring her to the yule ball last year.”

“angie??!!!” fred was full on smirking now, as if trying to receive a real response. 

“i think you like her, okay?! are we done here? i’d very much like a good book from f&b,” y/n sighs. 

“i’ll accompany you to flourish and botts. why would you think i like her? didn’t i just confess to you?”

“yeah but it seemed kinda...” y/n trails off, not wanting her insecurities to come off as compliment fishing, “kinda far-fetched.”

“meaning?” fred knows exactly what she means.

“you know!” 

“oh but i don’t,” he smiles innocently.

“well, you’re you!” 

“is that supposed to be an insult?” he asks, faking a look of hurt rather well as y/n looks alarmed. 

“no, no, as in, you’re nice to look at, and you’ve always insulted me and been so nice and cool to everyone. are you for real?”

“nice to look at?” a cocky grin is on his face now, much more noticeable than the slight blush that was creeping up his face.

“is that the only thing you could pick up?” 

“nice to look at? what’s up with me repeating myself today?”

y/n lets out an agitated sigh. he doesn’t know, he’s blunt and straightforward. she likes cushioning her words.

“y’know, handsome? good looking?”

“my middle names.” another smirk to conceal the blushing. 

y/n smiles. “of course, everyone knows it.”

it makes fred uncomfortable. her light tone is a bit menacing too. 

“only joking.”

“i’m sure everyone does know it, darling.”

y/n is too busy looking at the dog that passes by to hear him, rambling quietly to herself over the cute scottish terrier.

“sorry, what was that?”

“aren’t i cuter than the dog?”

“nup.”

“really?” fred casually slings an arm over y/n’s shoulders, having to stoop a little lower to reach her.

“i think so.”

“well i’ll tell you something love, i think you’re absolutely stunning.”

“some love potion you’re on.”

“uh huh, the love potion is called love, sweetness.”

“so you’re for real?”

“as real as you and me.”

“you’re cheesy. this isn’t a prank right?”

“not at all, i love you.”

“i-i don’t think i love you just yet, but i think it’s possible,” y/n bites her lip, anxiously awaiting his response.

she tilts her head to look at him. 

he’s beaming. he looks more handsome than ever, a sweet smile etched on his face as he looks down at her in utter adoration.

“you have a crush on me!” he pulls her into a hug and giggles like a little girl, kissing the top of her head.

she’s engulfed by the smell of burning wood and cinnamon and immediately feels safe in his strong arms. 

“how’d you say we go on a date? so i can show how sorry i am for all the times i called you googly eyes and played pranks on you.”

“i’ll check to see if the girls are okay with it,” y/n replies, turning her head to see her friends. they’re gone. 

“they are. i asked them to shoo off before i approached you. is that a yes?”

y/n nods, “of course, freddie.”

“i love you.”

she laughs, “you really are april’s fool.”

“i’m your april’s fool.” 

he buries his nose in the crook of her neck to stop her from seeing his blushing red face. 

[saturatedboy]

Can I pretty please get some angst with Donna confessing her feelings for Reader but Reader declines, saying she doesn’t return her feelings and also has feelings for someone else (preferably Alcina or even Heisenberg)

Donna Beneviento x F!Reader

Warnings: angst, possessive language

Words: 4K

Requests: open

The outside had turned the mud ground into a blanket of white snow. How long has it truly been since you went outside? A week, maybe 3 weeks at tops. You missed the cold air, running through the forest playing 'hide and seek' with some unexpected visitors. Gosh you hate to admit it but you missed going to the family meetings at the church where Mother Miranda would talk about her plan.

You were just a journalist from Britain, looking for an adventure but somehow your so-called-holiday in Romania came to a sudden stop wen you were taken by Mother Miranda and had a Cadou paced in you. You had slight PTSD of the pain you had gone through but you were deemed to be an 'undesirable' vessel for something you were never given further information upon. So you were thrown to the side for Donna take take home and for Angie to have a 'playmate'. However, what Mother Miranda didn't suspect was that the Cadou had in fact affected all your sense so you could hear, see, taste, feel and smell much more than an average human. Of course when Donna found out about this, seeing you see perfectly in a pitch dark room during you and Angie's game, she grew here suspicions and kept it a secret.

It was only after she saw that, that she had decided to keep you inside away from any of the other Lords and Ladies. Donna had thought that if any of them found out about this that they would want you for their own personal reasons. So what was better than to keep you locked inside away from any of them. If only she saw the incoming feelings that she would gain just by being in close contact with a human for a long period of time.

Breathing hot breath onto the glass window, you drew a bunny sniffing a carrot with some strange looking trees in the background. Leaning back feeling proud of your drawing, you ran a hand through your hair and straightened it out. "Having fun?~" A voice came from behind. Twirling your head around you were face to face with none of than Angie the doll. She smiled and crooked her head to the side, admiring your small drawing, floating closer to see it clearer.

"I suppose, it's just boring staying in here all day without seeing anyone else." You sighed and looked down, letting your body rest with your back against the window sill and your legs dangling off the window sill. Angie looked at you then back at the bunny. She knew how badly you had wanted to go out, and she was more than sure it wasn't healthy for a human to stay inside for long periods of time. Tapping a finger against her mouth, she gasped in surprise and pulled against your hand, wrapping her small hands around three of your fingers. 

"Come come! hoho, I have an idea~" She sang out, pulling harshly on your fingers making you slightly wince. 

"Okay okay I'm coming, just keep your voice down. You're getting louder each day." You had jumped off the window ledge and landed perfectly on your feet. Using your other free hand, you had patted down your grey dress and straightened the veil on your head, only to be dragged into various rooms by Angie and her excited giggles, making the bottom of your dress become crinkled from the quick movements.

"If I remember correctly, if you can't go out then we'll just invite people to come see you hm?~" The doll had purred out once she dragged you into the office room on the first floor. Her voice held a slight tone of mischief making you think about backing away from her and going to go back to sit and wait for Lady Beneveinto to come back from the meeting. But if you did that, you may just loose a chance of seeing someone else other than Angie and the other puppets. You followed her reluctantly near where the large oak desk was with a black leather chair occupying the floor behind it. "Yes yes, that's it! Now just sit down there and take some of the paper from the filing cabinet underneath that desk! oooo this is going to be o fun!" 

Following the orders, you had taken hold of the seat and leaned down, searching for the filing cabinet under. Just in the far left there it was, 2 drawers with silver handles. Pulling the first one, there in the drawers was paper. Grabbing three pieces of paper, you pulled yourself back up and shut the drawer with your foot. Moving around a little on the chair, you got yourself comfy and waited for Angie's next words. "Wow, no wonder she really likes you! You're so obedient-anyway~"

"Wait Angie, who do you mean by 'she'?" Angie was swaying across the room, laughing softly as she heard your question. She had her back turned to face you so you couldn't see the growing smirk playing at her mouth. She wouldn't ruin who liked you because it wasn't her position to-However if she didn't confess to you sooner or later, Angie will have no choice but to in fact tell you herself. Just the thought of you both together had her internally screaming in merriment, the way her owner would stare at you when you were sleeping on the couch or even when Donna would create you clothing perfect to your size to see you wear them. Angie knew Donna was so much more merry with you around, her heart had practically been in love with you since you first ever came. Getting back on task, Angie flew over to the coffee table behind the green couch and grabbed a pen that was sitting above some recent sketches of Donnas plants. Grabbing it within her grasp, Angie had swiftly floated back to you and waved the pen in front of your face, your eyes following its movement.

"Now, use this to write letters to the other lords and Lady! We could throw a party~ OOO and you can meet everyone more! Great time to meet people right~" Liking the idea and forgetting about your past question, you had plucked the pen from Angie's grasp and started to write in formal writing to the other Lords and Lady.

"Angie," You asked her as you had finished writing to the other rulers. Angie hummed as she was sat with folded knees on the desk and was picking at some splinters in her wood arms. "What about Mother Miranda...shouldn't I be thrown into the death pile by now?"

"Ah ah," you placed the pen back down, passing the letters to Angie who had called some other puppets to walk in with envelopes in their arms. "You were suppose to die but it appears you survived the Cadou. Mother Miranda doesn't care much about the failed experiments, such as you, so she gave you to us~ Aren't we just a happy family~"

You stayed silent, watching the doll place the letters into the envelopes and signing the back of them, most likely applying the other Lords and lady addresses. She gave them back to the puppets and signalled them to go off, their feet scurrying away as quick as they could to deliver said letters. Clicking her gears about, the doll had stretched her arms up and stood on the table waving her hands about. "C'mon lets go get ready. I made a few adjustments to your writing and they should arrive hopefully around 6 sharp. Hoho lets get you spiced up!" As soon as she said those words, she flew out of the room in what you could only think to be to go to your room you were staying in. Sighing out, you brushed away any lose strands of hair and stood up. Smiling to yourself, you strode out of the office room and made your way to your room, lifting your grey dress up when it came to walking up the rickety stairs.

When you followed down the few hallways, you arrived to your destination. Turning the silver knob, you pushed over the heavy door to reveal Angie throwing clothing all over your room. "Angie could you at least try keep my room clean," You spoke as you wandered over to your bed where most of the discarded clothing were. Picking them up of your sheets, you cradled them all in one arm and placed them onto a rocking chair that was seated in the far corner of your room.

A groan came from inside your wardrobe, followed by the appearance of the wedding doll slamming shut your wardrobe door. Huffing, she crossed her arms. "There is nothing here! Nothing good. hmmm, Argh! What are we gonna do?" Silence filled the space between you both. You hadn't got a clue what was wrong with the clothing you had, Lady Beneviento made them all for you. You were grateful for the beautiful clothing you had been gifted with, treasuring each one making sure to never tear any of the fibres in any of them. 

Soon however the silence was broken with the noise of the manor door opening and the soft sound of wind from outside. "Ooo~ Looks like Donna is back eeee! Lets go say hiiii~" The doll had hovered near the door, waiting for you to follow. Making an 'o' with your mouth, you followed the doll out of your room and down the steps where you were greeted with Lady Beneviento waiting for the both of you. She was mid-way in putting her veil behind her head when she spotted you at the top of the stairs. Smiling sweetly, she held her hand out inviting you to join her.

Plucking the front of your dress you, you walked down the steps being careful not to fall as Angie had glided past you into Donna's arms giving her a hug chanting her name over and over. "Donna! Donna! Donna you're back! Now lets play, No wait lets eat! Ahh, no. Lets get ready for the party- wait no!" Donna raised an eyebrow. party? Now that was news to her.

"What party?" She asked, holding Angie out as she saw you walking in the background towards her.

"Well, hehe. We decided to host a party~ You know, meet...the others...heh?" Angie squirmed out of the holding of Donna and turned to the side to allow you to greet Donna. Curtseying, you showed respect to the Lady of the Manor. Her hand moved to be under your chin. After she moved your chin up so she could see your face showing worry.

"You are holding  party without my permission?" She asked softly, brushing your jawline with her thumb watching your every move. You gulped, feeling much smaller than Donna in the current position and feeling the pressure of guilt seeking into your heart.

"I'm so sorry milady-It's just I haven't been able to go out or see anyone else in a long time. I didn't want to go against you in anyway! I swear," You panicked, feeling Donna's hand become slightly tighter until she released you and brought you close in by snaking an arm around your waist and pulling you into her chest, only to snake the other around and give you a hug. She rested her head on your shoulder and inhaled deeply smelling your shampoo from the morning shower you had before she left for her meeting.

"I'm not mad dear, just tell me next time. However I wish you to not make any agreements with any of my siblings." She pulled away from the hug, still having her arms wrapped around you, and raised an arm up to cradle your cheek. "I wouldn't want you to get hurt by any of them," Her whisper had been tense, like a warning. She gave your temple a kiss, pulling away and smiling once again. "Well if I know Angie, I'm sure the party is being today. Come, I'll fetch some clothing for you to wear for tonight." She stepped out of arms length and began to walk, her shoes clicking against the wood on the floor. You watched her go, only to get nudged by Angie to go follow her. You hastily ran after her, following her to her quarters of the manor. You hoped nothing bad would happen tonight.

Donna had sat waiting patiently for you on a stool. It took 3 hours to create the most elegant dress she could, having the top a little tight with a flowy bottom. In silver hand stitches, were roses crawling up from the bottom of the skirt to the top. Gibeon gemstones were decorating the sweetheart neckline with a sheer of black fabric attached to the top going down to the bottom of your wrists. Donna decided to let you keep the opaque veil, finding it completing the look of your dress. "Do you need any help at all?" Donna asked, sitting waiting for you with hands on her knees.

"No worries, I am....done!" You exclaimed, stepping out behind the folding screens. Your appearance made Donna stand up. You couldn't see her reaction behind her veil but you knew from her movements as she paced herself towards you she was proud of her handy work. Once she was stood in front of you she clasped her hands tightly together.

"Now don't you just look like the perfect doll, all dressed up...for me,"

You tilted your head to the side. "What was that last part Lady Beneviento?" You asked like a lost puppy. She giggled lightly and took hold of your arm, slowly dropping her hand down to take hold of your hand. 

"Do not worry about it, now I think it's time for you to meet my siblings. They are downstairs at the moment already." You nodded and smiled softly. Finally you were going to meet other people! Or monsters...from what Angie has told you and Lady Beneviento from the past. Letting Donna walk in front of you, her hand still in yours, you followed behind her as she lead the way. You could hear many voices from below as well as Angie's screaming and two people arguing. A pit in your stomach had been created. Were you really ready for this?

You had reached the stairs, hiding behind Donna's height. This was it, all voices had became quiet. More likely staring up at Donna. Donna had coughed, clearing her voice. "I'd like you all to meet someone close to me. Be respectful for any foul behaviour towards her I will attend to by using either force or a violent way to manage you." You lightly gasped, you knew Donna to never be someone to ever be violent so her proposing words had left you slightly on edge. Without any warning, Donna had stepped to the side and used her hand to guide you to stand next to her.

You looked below to see three young girls, all dressed in black. A fish like monster with a hunched back and a crown made from bones. A very tall woman flashing a motherly smile at you with a large black hat on her head. And lastly a man that held a hammer that you were sure to be maye just slightly smaller than your own height over his shoulder. Gulping, you waved at them all which resulted in the three girls squealing with Angie. "Oh wow she's just like a doll all dressed up!" One with blonde hair had spoke.

"I know right hehe~ Lady Donna had dressed her up perfectly~" Angie spoke, being just as excited as the rest to see your appearance. Donna gently pulled you closer to her and then walked down the steps. You trailed behind her seeing the three girls go back to their conversation with Angie whilst the fish man went to go towards the office room. Once at the bottom of the steps, both the tall woman and male walked over to you with smiles of their own. Donna had let go of your hand and stood beside you staring behind her veil at the approaching people. She was seething with unseen anger.

"Hello there dearie~" The tall woman spoke, her red lips highlighting the fact she had pearly white teeth. You blushed as she said 'dear'. Her voice to you was very attractive. The male beside her had playfully bowed to you, reaching for your hand with his gloved one and lightly kissed your knuckles.

"Now now Donna, why do you keep this beauty of a fine woman away from us all?" He asked, letting his lips linger on your knuckles as he spoke, only pulling away when the woman in white had hit him on the head.

"I'm sure Lady Beneviento had her reason you man thing. Now give the lady some space and keep your dirty paws off her." She harshly flicked him on the head and turned her attention back towards you. "My name is Lady Dimitrescu, and what might the alluring dazzling girls name be here?" You shyly looked away, rubbing your hand up and down your arm feeling the material below scratch slightly at your skin leaving a tingly feeling.

You bowed your head and spoke with a smile, hiding all your nerves. "My name is (Y/n), its an absolute pleasure to meet you all." Absolutely loving your manners, Lady Dimitrescu had gently stroked your hair.

"Such lovely manners~" She purred out, staring deeply into your eyes that were almost hidden behind your veil.

"Yeah yeah and my name is Lord Heisenberg, but please doll call me Karl~" Heisenberg had spoke, letting his hammer drop to the floor next to him so he could lean against it. Hearing the rather loud noise, you turned your eye sight to stare at him. Seeing your head turn to look directly at him, he grinned and pushed he glasses to the end of his nose sending you a wink. You 'eeped' and looked the other way in embarrassment.

'Keep yourself together!' you shouted at yourself in your head as you huffed out harshly and took a breath in, turning back around to face everyone. Donna wasn't having any of this. How dare they all come into her home and flirt with what is hers. Her doll, her creation, her property.

"How about we go have lunch." She seethed out through closed teeth.

"Oh what a marvellous idea. Say (Y/n), why don't you sit next to me and we can talk more about your life. I'm sure we could also discuss days you could meet me and my daughter. Oh they'll love you, such a graceful woman as yourself is sure an eye-catcher." Lady Dimitrescu had spoke out, grabbing your hand and leading you astray with Lord Heisenberg following behind shouting out how you should instead come to his factory and explore the real world. 

As Donna was left behind, she clenched her fist tightly. To see you walk away with her siblings sent shivers down her spine. You were a beautiful woman, there was no doubt about it so of course you were going to catch the eyes of at least one of her siblings. But she didn't expect you to just...just follow them like that. "Is this jealousy I can smell?~" Dona turned to look at Angie. 

"I have no clue what you're talking about. She doesn't like them, she's only just met them all." She denied, taking a stroll to meet everyone in the dining room.

"Just remember you fell for her when you first saw her~" Angie called from behind making Donna stop in her tracks. She was right, she did indeed fall for you after she set her sight on you. You were so beautiful, everything you had ever done lead her to believe that there was a connection between the two of you. You had spent most time with her, surely you had fallen in love with her. She'll just make sure to claim you before any of the others do. Better to tell the truth then later. And so tonight, she had told herself she would confess to you, confess her feelings and get you to become her other half.

You were stood outside on the porch. Lady Beneveinto had asked you to meet her here after the lunch you had with the other lords and ladies. You felt happy to be within the presence of others instead of just you and Donna being the only functioning people with blood and skin. The weather had became slightly warmer and left with a full moon in the sky. You had your veil pulled back after Heisenberg had asked to see your eye colour. You blushed slightly as the thought of him, however your blushed increased when yo thought of Lady Dimitrescu. How could two people have such strong effects on you. Gosh you felt like you were about to faint in there with their teasing about your height as well bout your manners, though Lady Dimitrescu did say they were perfect.

The door behind you opened and out came Lady Beneviento. You glanced at her and nodded in acknowledgement. "Evening Lady Beneviento." You said, seeing her stand by your side. 

"What do you think about them all?" She asked suddenly catching you off guard. You raised an eyebrow and took a moment to think.

"They are...different from you. I know that for sure. However I do believe that each have their own personality which makes them fun in a way. Not to mention they were all really kind towards me tonight and I felt honoured to be within their presence." You finished with a beaming smile. Donna hummed, looking at the forest in front of her manor. Inside she could hear her siblings fight and Angie chanting cheering them on.

"What do you think about me?" She turned her full attention to you, taking your hands in hers and looking up at you. You couldn't see her facial expression because of her veil but nonetheless, you thought.

"You are someone who takes control when needed. Although quiet, you bring a comforting atmosphere with you everywhere you go. You're really sweet a well and thoughtful, which is why I treasure every dress you give me." Donna listened carefully to your words. She was extremely happy you liked the dresses she makes you, and to also be told that you loved her being around too. She bit her lip in anticipation, maybe this is the right time to say what she is needing to say. Inhaling deeply, she cleared her throat and stepped closer to you, placing her hands on your hips.

"I need to say this because it's been playing on my mind ever since you got here and was given to me. From a playmate, you have made your way past that and became much more to me. What I’m trying to say is that- I love you.”

You stayed in silence, a soft wind brushing through your hair as you looked at Donna.

“Lady Beneviento I- I don’t know what to say.” Your face had turned a slight red, feeling a weird feeling in your stomach- like you were about to faint. Donna held your hands tighter, your knuckles turning white from loss of blood.

“Just say you love me back! Easy right?” Again you had stayed silent, looking away from her to look at the manor door instead. You felt her grip loosen however, you could move your fingers about. “Right?” She pressed on, her voice quivering a little.

“I can’t love you,” you placed her hands to rest in her chest. Slowly you took your hands away from hers and left her standing in shock- not that you could see. “I love someone else, I’m sorry Lady Beneviento. I’m sure someone will love you as much as you love them one day.”moving yourself away from the awkward conversation, you had left Donna standing alone on the porch, going back inside only to be greeted by both Heisenberg and Dimitrescu.

Dropping her hands to the side, Donna had gripped the side of her dress. Her shoulda slowly shook up and down growing rapidly in speed. A single breathy laugh left her throat. “If you don’t love me-

I’ll make you love me.”

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Who are your favorite top ten black clover characters & ships? Talk about them!

Oh boy let’s see (guess I gotta draw pics too to justify rambling on my sketchbook blog, lol)

Wow picking favorites is hard

Probably the best way to find out would be to write why I love every character and see who ends up with the longest rant but that’d take way too long, lol

1. Zora

Oh boy, Zora is just… 100% my aesthetic. Sharp teeth, edgy, snarky, his magic is awesome As a character he’s just so fun because he looks the ‘doesn’t care about anything’ type, but he had to train SO hard to get his magic to be that way, and he cares a ton about justice and people not being garbage.

2. Finral

My favorite until Zora showed up, lol His character development over the course of the story just… makes me live. No confidence in his fighting ability, literally a coward who develops into one of my favorite fighters. All the moves he pulls in fights are so much fun and well thought out. (Not to mention I totally relate to the inferior older sibling complex 😩)

3. Asta

Frikn He probably makes it into my favorite anime protags of all time Asta is just a ball of love and joy that co-habitates his body with a demon??? (Speaking of the demon, the more lines it gets the closer it gets to being one of my faves) Asta is just so relatable. Also the fact that he has breaking points??? He isn’t always screaming, or happy, he has been terrified, hopeless, full of rage, shocked – the faces he made during the hecking trial chapter made me cry

4. Patri

Such a good villain. Like, he’s a kid who got shoved into the body of the one he idolized in his previous life and forms a cult? When his ‘Licht’ facade wears away and you get to see how petty and angry he is it’s just sooo gooood. And when he just takes a moment to cry in Licht’s arms? Problematic fav.

5. Gauche

Okay hear me out here I firckn hate the whole ‘sisc*n’ gag – but if you take it as just that, a gag, then he becomes a super fun character. Literally alone in the world with only his baby sister whom he loves more than anything, and slooooowly adopting the Black Bulls into his family !!

6. Magna

I almost left him out bc he hasn’t been in any chapters in a while and I forgot how amazing he is Magna feels so deeply and I love it. Nobody is left without hugs due to any attempt to sustain an image – if you need a hug, Magna is there for you. A fantastic senpai and friend. I really hope he’s being left out as a setup to burst in and be a whole new tier of awesome…

7. Yami

Team dad, does not care what anyone thinks and has full faith in his whole team. Like, he recruits all these weirdos, some who don’t even show off combat capabilities, and he only sees their potential. Just… when they live up to his expectations and lights up I just love that. He’s such a perfect captain

8. Marx

He’s very much a side character but he makes me happy every time I see him He’s just got such a hard job (and the Wizard Kind does NOT make it any easier for him 😂) There’s just something fun about a character always 100% stress (someone give him a vacation, please)

9. Gordon

Yo Gordon is so wholesome? He appears creepy by being nonexpressive and ridiculously quiet while wearin heckin Marilyn Manson makeup but he just… wants to be friends. Also, his family is amazing, and with how his father has managed to repurpose his own magic, I have high hopes for Gordon’s in the future

10. Noelle

My precious daughter I love her. Her ojousama/tsundere combination is fun, but her backstory really makes her being adopted by the Bulls that much better, and just makes me root for her that much harder every time she succeeds ❤

Okay, now for fav ships

Oh boy, let’s see

1.Noelle x Asta

Asta’s just full affection toward his friends is such a good combo with Noelle being a tsundere. Not only that, but Noelle has p much been starved of affection her whole life, so pairing her with Asta just feels so hecking wholesome 😭

2.Luck x Magna

Their friendship is already amazingly wholesome, it just makes it that much more fun if Luck has a crush on Magna, haha. Luck has already displayed tsundere-like behavior, and wit Magna being genuine and affectionate when it matters, it makes for a fun (and possibly painful ⚡) combination

3.Charlotte x Yami

It’s a fairytale with a 100% oblivious prince! How much better can it get? 😂 Plus they’re a heckin rad power couple. Plus dat social status gap yo

4.Grey x Gauche

Frikn… I shipped this since the water temple arc for funsies and the CInderella Grey chapter fed me. Any Grey ship is cute, but anxious fluffy Grey clinging to Gauche, who hates literally everyone is just an aesthetic to me.

5.Patri x William

Sort of a ‘you’re the only one in the world who understands me’ feel to it – also Patri is in dire need of affection. Prolly William too.

6.Mars x Fana

Theyre childhood sweethearts that went through wayyyy too much. It’s cute and I want them to be happy

7.Vetto x Fana (Elf)

Give me soft Vetto! We’ve seen how sweet he was before the devil magic made him all angy, and not-psycho Fana looks like she’s on the spunkier side – give me pushover Vetto!

….im a failure of a shipper I think I’m out of romantic ships

I’m not really a multishipper n the show’s done a good job of giving lots of characters cute crushes

I guess I’ll just list fav platonic ships for the last three

8.Finral & Noelle

Finral deserves to have a younger sibling to fawn over and Noelle deserves an affectionate older sibling also seeing all of Finral’s flirting with Noelle as fawning instead makes it cute rather than problematic

9.Secre & Asta

SECRE IS SUCH A GOOD BIG SISTER!!! Gosh she really turned out to love Asta (I mean, so did everyone else, but) also Noelle’s love of her is super cute, I want her to be a big sister to both of them 💕

10.Rhya & Patri

Yo, I love their relationship. Rhya’s always teasing and looking out for Patri, it just feels like he cares about him so much – originally it looked like Rhya was disrespectful, or lazy, but rewatching everything it just feels like he’s looking out for Patri.

[kawaiikichi]

See You on the Other Side (4/5)

Part four of five of my Saiouma Day one-shot! Man, I am really pushing it with finishing and uploading these parts...I’m going to try and have the final part up before Saiouma Day ends, but we’ll see how that will work once I see what the prompts are for Oumasai Week 2019.

So, we’ve got even more canon divergence (surprise, surprise). It kinda begins ti diverge once Monobear shines the first Flashback Light at them, but it will really begin to branch off a few days after Kiyo’s execution.

I hope you guys like it! :)

Title: See You on the Other Side

Summary: The world works as such: everyone has a soulmate that they must find before either one of them dies. If one of them dies, the other person will become stuck in a loop, starting from a specific moment in time. However, the soulmate indicator changes each time and gradually becomes harder to recognize. This will continue until they find their soulmate.

The fourth loop has begun and at this point, Shuichi has begun to lose hope of ever breaking free. But, when an unexpected twist is presented to him, Shuichi may have found a way to break out of the loop once and for all.

Soulmate Indicator: None this time (more like it never got brought up, to begin with)!

Notes: This is a mashup of both soulmate and time loop AUs; there are many rules that are put into place in this particular universe; some parts will be longer than others due to how much content needs to be covered (particularly Loop #4); let us all pretend just for this part that there are no stairs at the entrance of Kokichi’s lab

Warnings: Major canon divergence, character death; read at your own risk!

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At this point, Shuichi was used to having his life be looped back to the beginning of the killing game after Kokichi dies.

He was also beginning to lose hope.

The last loop in particular had him thinking over some things. When he was trying to tell Kokichi that they were soulmates, it was clear that something was trying to stop him from doing so.

Were they just not meant to be?

Just thinking about it left him sad and frustrated.

He stood off to the side in the gym, lost in his thoughts as Monobear began to talk about something called a Flashback Light.

Why in the world would I be given a soulmate if I can’t even be with them? Doesn’t that just defeat the point of having one, to begin with, he wondered to himself.

He sighed, shooting a glance at Kokichi.

What am I supposed to do, he asked himself.

“Alrighty, then! Now that you all know what a Flashback Light is and how it works, it’s time to give you back some of your memories!” Monobear declared.

Shuichi blinked his eyes twice.

“Huh? What in the world is he—“

“Have fun remembering everything, losers!”

Monobear pressed one of the buttons on the Flashback Light and then, the gym was enveloped in a bright, white light.

Before Shuichi could react, a sharp pain pierced through his head. He screamed, reaching up to clutch his head. Memory after memory flooded through his head, ranging from the Gofer Project to various others.

The white light disappeared soon after and everyone began muttering amongst each other.

“Oi, you stupid bear! What the hell is the Gofer Project?!” Kaito roared.

“Were you not paying attention, you stupid degenerate male?! The Gofer Project was created because of that huge asteroid shower that was coming to Earth that would destroy mankind!” Tenko snapped.

“Stupid degenerate...?!” Kaito gawked at her as she continued rambling on about the project.

“Nyeeeeh...Keep it down already, Tenko...” Himiko grumbled, shooting an annoyed glare at the aikido master.

“Waaaaaagh! Sorry, Yumeno-san! Tenko will try to keep it down!” Tenko exclaimed.

The two of them continued to bicker (without disturbing Himiko, of course) as Shuichi continued to look around the gym.

He then spotted Kokichi, whose gaze was fixated on the ground. He slowly rose his head and turned to look at Shuichi.

Shuichi drew in a gasp upon seeing the look on the supreme leader’s face.

Was there anything about the Gofer Project that was emotional? I don’t remember it being emotional at all, he thought to himself.

He bit his lip, various thoughts swirling around in his mind.

Unless...he remembered something else, he asked himself.

He continued to think about it as a single tear slid down Kokichi’s cheek.

💜💜💜💜

A few days have passed since Korekiyo’s execution and Tenko and Angie’s deaths. Himiko had fallen into a coma due to the shock of losing her soulmate while Miu had locked herself in the computer room.

Everyone else was on edge, waiting to see what Monobear might be up to this time around.

Shuichi laid in bed that night, thinking back to when he saw Kokichi crying in the gym.

He must’ve remembered something else instead of the Gofer Project. That’s the only thing I can think of to explain why he was crying rather than being confused about the project, he thought to himself.

But...how do I plan on bringing it up to him? It’s not like he’ll tell me if I ask upfront. Besides, even if I did choose to ask him, he would probably lie his way out of the conversation, he told himself.

He released a sigh.

“What in the world am I supposed to do now...?” Shuichi murmured.

He then heard a knock on the door.

Hm? I wonder who that might be, he wondered to himself.

He rolled off of the bed and he headed over to the door. As he did, he saw a piece of paper being slipped in under the crack of the door.

“A note...” he murmured.

He bent down and picked up the note, unfolding it and reading what it said.

Meet me in front of the academy.

Shuichi looked down and saw the familiar crude drawing of the supreme leader.

“Ouma-kun...” he trailed off.

He wants to talk to me, he asked himself.

He stuffed the note in his pocket.

I guess I should go. It seems like it might be important, he thought to himself.

He walked over to the nightstand by his bed, picked up his key, and headed out of the dormitory.

Now that I think about it, this should be a good time to bring up why he was crying when everyone recalled the Gofer Project, he thought to himself.

He looked up, immediately spotting Kokichi leaning up against the wall by the doors. He rose his hand, waving at him.

“Ouma-kun!” he called out.

Kokichi looked over at him.

“Oh, would we lookie here! Saihara-chan actually decided to show up!” Kokichi watched as the detective approached him. “I thought you were going to chicken out.” he stated.

“No. Why would I chicken out?” Shuichi asked.

A grin tugged at Kokichi’s lips as he grabbed for the collar of the detective’s shirt and he pulled him close so that their faces were inches apart.

“Because you’re afraid that I might kill you. I’m pretty sure you know that I can do so if I really wanted to.” Kokichi stated.

Shuichi furrowed his brows at this.

“I highly doubt that, Ouma-kun.” he said.

“Nishishi~! You may never know~” Kokichi singsonged.

He released Shuichi’s collar, pulling away and bringing his arms behind his back.

“Now then, follow me.” he said.

Shuichi nodded in response as he followed the supreme leader into the academy. They walked to the center of the entryway and stopped once Kokichi rose his hand in a stopping motion.

“Hold on. I’m pretty sure it was around here somewhere...” he trailed off.

“Huh? What’s around here somewhere—“ that was when he heard something click from under Kokichi’s foot.

The ground tumbled from under them and then, the floor opened up just a few steps away. Shuichi’s eyes widened in shock.

“What the—?!” he squawked.

Kokichi giggled.

“I had a feeling you’d be surprised. Come, let’s go before it closes up.” Kokichi said as he headed over to the hole in the ground, jumping inside.

Shuichi swallowed, staring at the hole before him.

“You coming or what, Saihara-chan?!” Kokichi called out.

“I’m coming, I’m coming!” Shuichi responded as he approached the hole.

He peered down at the hole hesitantly, wondering if it was really a good idea to go inside. Then, a hand shot up and pulled him inside.

“Ack!” he exclaimed as he fell face first into the ground.

The ground rumbled once more as the floor closed from above them. He could hear the supreme leader giggling to himself.

“Geez, you’re such a scaredy-cat, Saihara-chan.” Kokichi fiddled with something in the dark and a light came on soon after. “Come on. Nothing’s going to come after us.” he said.

Shuichi lifted himself off the ground, nodding as he followed the supreme leader through the tunnel that they had found themselves in.

As they continued walking, Shuichi eyed him curiously.

“Ouma-kun, what exactly is down here?” he asked.

“You’ll see when we get there.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi frowned.

Why is he being so secretive, he asked himself.

They then stopped at a circular door moments later. Shuichi eyed the door in confusion as Kokichi dug through his pockets for something.

“What is this place?” Shuichi asked.

“My lab.” Kokichi replied.

“Your lab?!”

“Yeah? Did you think I’d take you to someone else’s lab?”

“No, but...how’d you know that your lab was all the way down here?”

“I’m the supreme leader of a top secret organization, silly. Of course my lab is going to be underground.”

“Yes, but Monobear hasn’t even revealed your lab to us yet! Is it even safe to be here?”

“Yeah, it’s safe! We’ll be fine!”

“But...how do you even plan on getting in there?!”

“Simple.” Kokichi pulled out a gold key. “I ripped off his master key so that I can get in.” he said.

“You stole his key?!” Shuichi hissed.

“Yeah. It was easy, too.” Kokichi replied as he unlocked the door.

Shuichi was rendered speechless as the door opened. Kokichi grabbed for Shuichi by the arm and he pulled him inside.

“Soooooooo, welcome to my lab!” Kokichi chirped.

Shuichi looked around at the supreme leader’s lab in awe, taking in the neon lights and the various items lining the walls.

“Your lab...it really gives off the vibe of a top secret organization...” he trailed off.

“Doesn’t it? It suits my tastes so well that it’s almost terrifying. I mean, that annoying bear made our labs for us, after all.” Kokichi said.

“Ah...yeah, you’re right...” Shuichi said.

Kokichi continued to pull Shuichi along until they stopped in the middle of the room. He gripped onto the detective’s arm, staring blankly at him.

“So...why exactly did you call me out here? You never said what was up when you sent me that note—“

“I’m so stupid.”

Shuichi arched a brow at Kokichi’s words.

“What are you—“

“I really am a total dumbass...how could I have not noticed it when the signs were right there?”

“Ouma-kun, I don’t understand what it is you mea—“

Before Shuichi could say anymore, Kokichi reached up, cupped Shuichi’s cheeks, and he pulled him down, mashing their lips in a kiss.

Shuichi stiffened, eyes wide as the supreme leader’s soft lips covered his own.

Ouma-kun...he’s kissing me...but why, he asked himself.

Before Shuichi could respond to the kiss, Kokichi pulled away and wrapped his arms around the detective’s torso. Shuichi opened his mouth to speak when he heard him sniffle.

“Why...why is it that I choose now to remember everything? The purple star mark, the red string, your last words tattooed onto my arm...why did it take me so long to realize that you’re my soulmate, Saihara-chan...?!” Kokichi asked as he began to sob into his chest.

Shuichi felt his heart constrict at Kokichi’s words.

“You...You know now?” he choked out.

Kokichi nodded.

“Yes. I remembered the previous three loops when Monobear used that stupid Flashback Light on us the first time.” he explained.

Shuichi’s eyes widened.

So, that’s why he was crying...he remembered that we’re soulmates, he thought to himself.

“Ouma-kun...you don’t need to beat yourself up over this. It’s not your fault that you couldn’t remember.” he said.

“But still...” Kokichi rose his head to look at him, more tears streaming down his cheeks. “Why didn’t you say anything...?” he choked out.

“Oh, Ouma-kun...you have no idea how badly I wanted to tell you. I was still trying to figure things out during the first two loops, but this last loop, I really wanted to tell you that we were soulmates. But then, I started feeling all choked up when I tried to do so. It almost felt like something was preventing me from telling you.” Shuichi explained.

Kokichi’s eyes widened.

“So, it happened to you, too...” he trailed off.

“Too...?” Shuichi questioned, arching a brow in confusion.

“I wanted to tell you during the previous loop, as well. But, I started feeling choked up, as well. It was as you were leaving to get some water for us.” Kokichi explained.

Shuichi’s eyes widened, recalling how Kokichi called out to him and tried to say something to him only to rephrase his sentence.

Back then...he was also trying to say that we were soulmates, he thought to himself.

“Once I recalled my memories of the previous loops, I thought it was quite weird that I was unable to say something about it to you. So, I went down to the library and read up on it. Apparently, the rules of this world have changed.” Kokichi told him.

“The rules of this world?” Shuichi questioned.

Kokichi nodded.

“Things have been altered so that no matter what it is we do, you will not be able to prevent my death.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi’s blood ran cold, his eyes growing wide in horror.

“Are you being serious...?” he choked out.

“I am being as serious as I can be right now. Even if we say that we accept and acknowledge each other as soulmates right now and embrace, I would still end up dying and you would continue to loop the killing game for all eternity. I don’t know what exactly caused it to start doing this, but that’s what’s happening.” Kokichi explained.

“Are you kidding me...?” Shuichi asked.

“I am not. However, while I was researching in the library,” Kokichi released him, “I stumbled upon a loophole.” he said.

“A loophole?” Shuichi asked.

“Well, to put it in simpler terms, I found another way to break out of the loop.” Kokichi replied.

“You did? What is it?”

“We can get ourselves reincarnated into another world or timeline.”

“We can?” Kokichi nodded. “How do we go about doing that?”

Kokichi brought his bottom lip in between his teeth.

“Well...” he trailed off.

“What? What is it?” Shuichi asked.

Kokichi turned and headed over to the chair sitting at the very top of some stairs. Shuichi grew worried at the supreme leader’s silence.

“Ouma-kun?” he called out.

Kokichi stopped, sighing.

“In order to be reincarnated...we both have to die at the same time.” he said.

Shuichi felt the world come to a halt at Kokichi’s words. His body went cold as he tried to process his words.

“We both...have to die? At the same time?” he questioned in shock.

“We do. I know that must have come as a shock to you. It was a shock to me, as well. But, I honestly feel that it is something we must do if we want to break free of this loop and live happily together.” Kokichi explained.

He picked something up from the chair.

“Hey, Saihara-chan...why do you think I brought you to such an isolated spot in the academy?” he asked.

“I don’t know...” Shuichi swallowed. “Why is that?” he asked, fearing what Kokichi’s answer might be.

Kokichi turned and threw something at him. Shuichi fumbled, catching the object before it hit the ground. He stared down at the object in his hands, eyes growing wide in horror.

“It’s so that we can kill each other without any interruptions.” Kokichi said.

“No way...” Shuichi ran his fingers along the cool barrel of the pistol Kokichi tossed him. “You actually want to go through with this...?” he choked out.

“I do. What, do you not want to live in an alternate timeline with me where we don’t have to worry about playing this blasted killing game and we can love each other and be happy?” Kokichi asked as he began to make his way down the stairs.

“I do! It’s exactly what I want! It’s just...” Shuichi trailed off.

“It’s just what?” Kokichi stopped before him. “Are you really going to hesitate when our happiness is just within reach?” he asked, pointing his pistol at Shuichi’s chest.

Shuichi swallowed, noting the serious look in the supreme leader’s eyes.

“You really want to do this, don’t you...” he trailed off.

“I do.” Kokichi replied.

Shuichi bit his lip.

“Do you know for a fact that this will work?”

“I do. All of the books I read that involve this method say that it’s successful.”

“Oh...I see...”

Shuichi watched as Kokichi curled his finger around the trigger.

“Let’s do this, Saihara-chan. Let’s break free of this loop and be happy together.” Kokichi said.

Shuichi swallowed, his heart pounding rapidly against his rib cage. He flinched, feeling Kokichi press the barrel of the pistol against his chest where his heart was.

“Don’t chicken out on me now, my beloved.” he said.

Shuichi continued to stare at Kokichi, an awkward silence hanging over them. Then, he slowly rose his hand up and pointed the pistol where Kokichi’s heart was.

“I must really be in love with you if I’m willing to point a gun at you.” he said with a light chuckle.

“It took a little coaxing, but it looks like you’re finally ready.” a grin pulled at Kokichi’s lips. “Well, we’re soulmates, after all. Of course we’re bound to do some crazy shit.” he said.

Shuichi laughed.

“Yes, you’re right.” he said.

Kokichi smiled.

“Hey...before you pull the trigger, say my name at least once.” he requested.

“Alright...Kokichi.” Shuichi replied.

Kokichi’s cheeks took on a bright shade of red as he lowered his gaze.

“That...actually made my heart flutter more than I thought it would...” he admitted.

Shuichi smiled.

“Now, you say my name.” he said.

“Eh?!” Shuichi narrowed his eyes at him. “Okay, fine...Shuichi.” he said, the blush spreading to his cheeks.

Shuichi blushed, as well.

“Now I’m embarrassed...” he mumbled.

“Now you know how I feel!” Kokichi whined.

Their laughter along with their blushes subsided after a few minutes, serious looks replacing them.

“So...this is it.” Shuichi said.

“It is.” a small smile tugged at Kokichi’s lips. “See you on the other side, Shuichi.” he said.

Shuichi smiled back, watching as the supreme leader closed his eyes.

“Yeah...see you on the other side, Kokichi.” he replied, closing his eyes as well.

Then, they both pulled the trigger.

♾ Ｌｏｏｐ ４ Ｅｎｄ ♾

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10. Morning love, 0347.

“Morning Cup.” She whispers in my ear. I’ve been awake for a good 20 minutes but I just wanted to enjoy having her in my arms. Heaven surely feels like this. I can’t help but smile and kiss her forehead. “Morning Angel.”

I feel her lips draw a smile against my chest while her hands are playing with my hair.

I stir up and catch her by the waist to roll her upon me.

“Sweet dreams?” I ask, letting my fingers wander up and down her spine.

“No. Not dreams.” She pauses. I lift an eyebrow up, questioning why. “Sweet memories.” She says before licking then biting my lower lip.

I groan in pleasure, my hands gripping her bottom cheeks, and pulling her closer to my morning shaft. She giggles and grinds against me. I’m totally stunned as to how this shy sweetheart turned into a tigress in only one night. My fucking pleasure.

“What time is it, I need to go home while it’s still dark.” She buries her face in the crook of my neck and shivers. “Though I could stay here with you forever.”

“I wish we could, love.” We both know she has to go back to her sister’s house before sunrise, or we’ll really face big trouble. Deep shit.

Fumbling around on the nightstand for my watch, my fingers find the corner of a box that wasn’t there yesterday.

Sitting up, holding my girl close to me, I catch a piece of paper pinned on it. And read.

Lovebirds, I broke into the bakery to bring you some donoughts for your breakfast, thinking you’d be too exhausted to go. You were so cute together it broke my heart to wake you up. Lies. Angie you and your bare breasts were absolutely gorgeous even in the dark. Cup your big hairy ass is ugly and you farted. You owe me one bro.

Mac.

We both laugh, though her shyness was back, she hides her blushing cheeks behind her hands.

“He saw me naked!” She whines.

“There’s no shame with you being naked baby. I saw you too and you’re just beautiful. ”

She glares playfully at me between spread fingers.

“It was beautiful to love you.” I whisper lowly, kissing her lightly.

“It was beautiful to be loved by you. I felt like a gem within your arms.”

“You were beautiful on top of me.” My mouth waters at the reminding of her perfect body waving over mine.

She smirks mischievously and kisses me slowly before nibbling along my jaw till her tongue plays with my earlobe.

“I want to feel you again…” she whispers in my ear.

“Don’t tease me my love. I want to fill you again…” She mewls beautifully as she grinds against my hardness.

“OK, since we both agree…” I laugh, flipping us so I’m on top of her, while she shrieks in surprise and excitement.

I spend the next hour or so making love to this gorgeous woman of my dreams, and made her a cry my name three times before I allowed myself to surrender to the incredible pleasure she gave me.

We ran back to her home, hand in hand, our fingers intertwined so tightly you could think they were sealed. We managed to be as discreet as possible, skulking around the buildings, hiding in the shadows in the early morning sunshine.

On our way back to her place, there’s no tree or wall I haven’t pinned her on, covering her body with mine, tasting her sweet lips endlessly. I don’t want her to leave and by the way she kissed me back and clawed onto my shoulders, I can tell she won’t either.

We finally arrive at Gessepp’s threshold and I can’t bring myself to let her go. I can’t stand to know she’s going back to that hell hole, I can’t stand to not have her in my arms. Safe and cherished.

Not after what has happened last night. Not after what he did to her publicly at the café.

Damn, my guts and throat are so tight it hurts.

I pull on her hand, making her twirl back to me and drag her behind the nearest tree. Both my palms cup her flushed cheeks while my mouth attacks her whole face. I can’t stop kissing her and I don’t want to.

“When will I see you again?” I ask between kisses. “Tonight?” Another kiss. “Later today?” More kisses.

I’m eating her up, keeping her from telling me what I don’t want to hear. She has to push me back lightly, making fun of my foolishness.

“Cup… Mmm. ..” My tongue dances with hers, my arms wrap around her waist, my body crashes her against the trunk. She’s trapped, she’s mine.

“Tonight. I promise.” She pants.

“It’s too long. Take Abi for a walk like you always do and meet me at the café. Or behind the barracks so I can kiss you again.” I beg her.

My lips trail wet kisses down her neck and she sighs loudly, tilting her head back and offering me full access to her chest.

“Cup… ” she mewls. “We have to be extremely careful… After what happened at the café, I can’t be seen around there. And Gessepp is always paranoid when hungover.”

I’m barely listening to her, I have such a flame in me it’s hard to focus.

“Cup. Please!” Her sharp tone startles me, now she’s got my attention. “Promise me, promise we won’t be fools to get caught again. I need you to have our backs, because I won’t be able to keep my mind clear if you keep loving me that way.”

She lowers her voice and whispers in my ear “The things you did to me… I can’t get them out of my head…”

Oh. My. Fucking. God! My crotch tightens in my pants and I growl, fighting the urge to make love to her right now, our clothes still on.

“And there are so much things I still want to do to you…” I nip down her neck, sneaking my hands behind her and squeezing her perfect ass. “I can barely contain them in my pants ” I grind against her, grinning wild.

As I lean in to take her lips again, I’m stopped short by a playful slap on my jaw.

“You suck! You failed, Cup! You’re supposed to keep cool head and you just… fell for it!”

She scolding me just ignites a new level of fire in my stomach.

“Yeah I fell for you. Stop teasing me and kiss me again.” Instead of feeling her lips under mine, I’m pushed back, her flat hands firm on my chest.

“Cup… Please… Don’t force me to remind you what he did to me…Just… Just promise I’ll be safe.”

I’m astonished as how my desire turns me into the worst dickhead I’ve ever met. How could I be so selfish? I force my blood to come up and perfuse my brain again. Think Cup dammit!

“Sorry Angie, you’re right. I swear I’ll keep you safe. I won’t allow this shit to happen again. I’ll never hurt you and make sure no fucking body never hurt you either.” I search for her gaze, lowering my face, I need her to trust me.

“I promise to do anything for you Angie, even if it kills me.”

A shy smile graces her lips, she chews in the most adorable way.

“I don’t need you to die for me. I need you alive to make me feel fully alive again.”

Fuck! My little bitch teases me to death, I have to bite my lips to hold back a growl. My whole blood flows down my crotch again but I force my face into a decent concerned look.

She pecks my mouth then traces my lower lip, freeing it from between my teeth.

“Tonight.” She whispers seductively before turning back and running to the house.

Holy hell. My girl got me. The whole of me. 0512. 19 long hours to go.

The following weeks were like Heaven. That damn war was turning tactical and the Chiefs of Staff spent their time in endless meetings, keeping Gessepp away and busy as fuck, for our great pleasure.

We met secretly almost everyday, mostly at night. I lost sleep, impatiently waiting for the sun to set down, for the moon to show up. For my love to be back into my arms. Past midnight until sunrise, she was mine and mine alone, Gessepp dead to the world thanks to alcohol and pills. Sometimes meeting in the woods near the barracks or in the abandoned cabin beyond the football field, that I managed to steal the keys and made  cozy for us.

And we had sex. My fucking God we had the most amazing sex I could ever dream of. She was totally mine, body and soul, and I was hers. There’s no part of her that hasn’t been kissed, stroked nor cherished by me. She gladly, hungrily, perfectly learned everything I taught her.

“Oh Cup!” She moans in my ear. We’re in the middle of a very hot make out session in the locked up cabin. I’m eating the soft flesh of her small breasts which became my ultimate weakness, while she’s rubbing my hardness through my pants.

Foreplay became our thing, we’ve been teasing each other until things became painfully unbearable, before I filled her hungrily and sent us over the edge.

“Angie… I want you so bad. Tell me what you want.” I say before I’m back on her hard nipple.

I love when she guides me, she’s always so creative.

“Do you remember last week?” She whispers in a sigh.

I grunt deep in my chest. Last week’s highlight flashes before my eyes. I took her right there against the wall, her arms and legs wrapped around me, as I thrusted in her relentlessly. I had to devour her cries, preventing her to warn the whole base of where we were and what we were doing, while I was finishing coming myself, filling her core with my hot seeds.

Oh yes please, I’m totally in for another round like this.

“No” she cuts my thoughts off. “The night before.”

Oh God I’ll never ever forget that night. That night my tongue made love to her beautiful pussy. —- She was laying on her back, writhing under me, our bodies so ready to melt into each other.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I trailed wet kisses down her belly and thighs until I’m met with the patch of hair that covers her clit.

“What are you doing?” She asked, as my head stopped between her legs.

I shushed her, she’d find it out very soon. I lightly kissed then sucked on her bud, eliciting a deep sigh from her. Lapping all the way up her folds, I felt her thighs open wider for me as her hands slam on my head, pulling me closer. I licked her gently at first, teasing her a bit, but quickly lost control as her moans got louder and her thighs tightened around my face. I couldn’t stop tasting her flesh, her juices, her cries. She started to grind against my tongue, keeping me from breathing. But trust me, I was not complaining. I felt she was so close and couldn’t help but shove two fingers inside of her. Curling them up to tickle her sweet spot, I continue to eat her up, my tongue twirling around her swollen clit. My cock was screaming to replace my fingers and I had to fight hard not to bury my hardness deep inside her and spurt my seed out, but my sole purpose was her pleasure.

Grunting low, my tongue and jaw hurting so badly, I let her juices wash my face as she arched her back and squeezed her thighs harder, trembling form head to toe. Oh fuck, she screaming my name was enough to make me come harder than I thought possible.

She finally released my face and I gasped for air, placing some more kisses on her thighs. From where I stood, I had the best view of her, panting like crazy, her chest quickly rising up and down. Hovering over her again, I took her small boobs, still hard as fuck in my mouth, feeling her heart hammering in her chest. I took her mouth in a searing kiss. I let her taste her own juices, to which she eagerly complied.

I pulled back, smirking at the sight of her face, obviously satisfied to say the least.

“You’re welcome, love.” I rubbed the top of my nose against hers.

She brushed my face with the palms of her hands and asked:

“Can you do it again?” Before my astounded face, she repeated, in an assertive tone.

‘Do it again.“

I laughed lightly, this woman would be the death of me.

Flipping us over, so I laid on my back, a devilish grin taped on my face, I uttered with a low, sexy voice.

"Sit on my face.”

As she complied and started to rock her hips slowly, her bottom cheeks filling the palms of my hands, I came to the conclusion I was the luckiest, blessed man on Earth. —-

“Fuck yeah…” I say, nipping down her jaw and neck. “How could I forget it? It seems to be one of your favourite. ”

“No.” She stops me from going further down. Laughing at my puzzled face, she starts to work on my belt and button. My shirt was already lying on the floor thanks to her eagerness, her fingers and lips teasing every piece of skin they could. Kneeling down before me, she looks up at me and hungrily licks her lips.

“I just want to repay the favour…” Holy fuck! That’s her thing, repaying the favor and I love her treats.

Her hooded eyes are enough to make me harder if it’s even possible as she slides my underwear down my knees. Her hands are not clumsy anymore, they have practiced a lot lately. Her delicate fingers wrap around my shaft softly but firmly and she starts to stroke me, in a perfect way and rhythm.

I have to fight hard not to close my eyes under her delicious ministration, no way I’m missing her sticking her tongue out and working me all the way up. My cock twitches in delight and I can’t hold a grunt back. As she takes the head in her mouth and start to slowly pump me up and down , I have to bite my fist not to scream in pleasure.

She releases me and resumes to lick my length, her eyes hungry. Her lips, tongue and nibble fingers are everywhere and they feel so good. I can’t take it anymore and tilt my head back, my eyes rolling back in my head. The sound that leaves my lungs echoes in the room, making her shiver and moan loudly.

Knowing she enjoys what she’s doing too me turns me on even more, there’s only one little fun missing. Don’t forget my balls, baby, please don’t forget my b…

“Ahhhhh!”

Fuck, she has read my mind, she’s my fantastic perfect soul mate. Then, she must know I’m close to explode and I can’t decide if I should pull out or just enjoy every single second of her treats. I know some girls hate it and I don’t want her to have a bad first taste.

“Babe…I’m gon…”

Once again she foresaw me and before I had time to warn her, has already increased her grip and her pace. My eyes roll in the back of my head as an insane wave of pleasure explodes inside me.

The way she licks her lips and swallows my seed, her eyes burning with lust have my guts twisting again, shoots another wave of ecstasy through my veins.

“Oh my fucking God, Angie…” I’m panting heavily, half deaf by the din of my heart hammering in my chest. “How did you learn such things?”

She stands up and pecks my lips, a large grin taped on her face.

“I learnt from the best, honey…”

I could have laughed if I wasn’t wrecked inside, like a total mess. She has drained me, sucked the hell out of me. It would be so easy to drop on my knees right now and ask her to marry me, to never ever leave me, even for only one second. My need for her has never been stronger, I could rip off her clothes if only she was still wearing some and just… you know just cuddle her and melt into her forever. I feel weak, on my knees and in my heart, I’m sure if I open my mouth I’ll say something dumb, in the heat of the moment.

But I can’t. I promised her to be strong, to be wise. I’m being emotional again, a big romantic pussy, that’s all.

I swallow down my words and the tears that threaten to spring out of my lids and just pull her in. As I rock her slightly, tightening her on my chest to keep it from exploding, I swear to myself to stop dreaming and just enjoy what I have.

Yeah, big guy, just enjoy that fucking bliss you’re riding and stop thinking she will be gone in a couple of minutes.

20 more hours to go.

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