#Like I'm just supposed to do that with sparkling water in my hand. Okay

[mellotronmkll]

Sorry talking about alcohol abuse in this post but I know im far from the first person to experience this but it sucks how all the periods of my life when im doing the best socially are when my drinking is completely out of control and then when I do stop drinking my social life falters because I completely rely on alcohol to socialize and I'm comically completely inept at it when I'm sober and it seems like it shouldn't be that big of a deal but it is. Like it feels like my options are just say fuck it and let myself be dependent on alcohol and have friends or not be an alcoholic and have no friends and be scared of leaving my house. Whatever lol

[ponderingmoonlight]

Giyuu Tomioka stopping you from killing Nezuko with his own methods

Pairing: Giyuu x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,6k

Synopsis: When you were assigned to assist Shinobu and your former master and secret crush Giyuu, you never imagined to find him saving a demon. How is he supposed to stop you from fulfilling your duty, from hating him?

Warnings: hurt to comfort, Giyuu is...well, Giyuu. As always in my kny fics, I'm using some ai pics so if this doesn't sit right with you don't go any further, not 100% proofread, let me know what you think <3

“I will assist the young slayers in this area. Are you okay with aiding Tomioka?”

Your heart skips a beat by the sheer sound of his name. The man who trained you so well that you’d be a hashira if he wasn’t still stronger than you. The man with the ocean blue eyes, the calmest composure, who never talks much but always finds the right words.

Giyuu Tomioka, the men you fell hopelessly in love with a long time ago.

“I am”, you reply, concentrated on his smell that hangs in the air.

He ran down here just like you do now. Where is he? Is he alright? Hopefully no one was hurt.

“I thought so”, Shinobu replies with a kind smile.

It’s not a secret to any hashira anymore how you feel for the water pillar. Maybe it’s because you share the same breathing style, maybe it’s the fact that he knows how to tame down your pounding heart, to give you the calmness you need in these turbulent times.

“Take care of yourself, I’m sure you’ll do great!”

With that, the insect pillar disappears into the other direction of the forest, leaving you alone with your pounding heartbeat and the stinging smell of blood that hangs in the air. You grip the handle of your sword tighter, dash forward a little faster. You can do this. After all, Giyuu Tomioka was a great teacher.

He didn’t prepare you for the scene that lays itself out in front of your eyes, though. A demon lying on the floor along with a boy, just inches away. Him, bending over them. If it stretches out its hand, if it hits him with full force… Out of instinct, you pick up your pace, race towards him as fast as you can. You need to save him, need to kill that demon, you-

You can’t believe your eyes. The blade of your sword crushes into another one. Not the claws of a demon, not the katana of the boy lying on the floor.

It’s Giyuu’s sword.

You glide through the air elegantly, eyes meeting his ocean blue orbs that don’t show anything but calmness. Is he…protecting them?

“I’m begging you to spare them.”

You can’t believe your ears, the urgent tone in his voice so unusual that you can’t help but stop in your tracks. Is this really Giyuu? The man who taught you to kill every demon on your way? The man who never hesitates, who does his duty without thinking twice? Right now, he positioned himself between you and both of them, his sword ready to dodge your attack all over again.

“She’s a demon”, you clarify, eyes wandering to the girl who lays on the floor and eyes you sceptically.

No, this isn’t right. You can’t just stand here and do nothing. Without replying to his words, you dash forward again just the way he taught you.

Only to get greeted by his blade again.

He grabs your arm gently and pulls you closer with a swift motion of his trained body. You hold your breath, heart pounding out of your chest all over again. Giyuu being so close to you, Giyuu protecting a demon…

“What has gotten into you?”, you breathe out.

Oh, how lovely your haori sparkles in the down-going sun, how gorgeous your eyes gleam only inches away from his own face. Will he ever get enough from simply looking at you, from studying every inch of your colourful orbs? You really learned how to handle your sword well, the elegant movements of your body surpassing his own.

No. He shakes his head ever so slightly. This is not the right time to ponder about your gorgeous appearance. After all, you’re standing right in from of him, your eyes reflecting the distress he caused by protecting Kamado Tanjiro and his sister from your blade. Would you understand? After all these times he taught you not to spare a single demon, the countless nights he encouraged you to behead them. It is too much to ask you for mercy now?

“You need to spare them.”

Your world is turned upside down, orbs eyeing him up and down in sheer disbelief. This doesn’t sound like the man you know at all. Is this a cruel trick, the power of the demon, maybe? As if he’s able to read your thoughts, he lets his sword fall into the discoloured snow and cups your cheek gently.

“We both know I can’t.”

He allows his eyes to rest for a moment, to think about what he’ll do next really careful. One glimpse into your determined orbs shows that you won’t give in, that you are too skilled and smart to simply follow his pleas. No, he has to find another way, he-

“Can you move?”

His heart stings in agony just by thinking what he’s about to do next.

“Make yourself move even if you can’t move.”

But he has to. If there’s the slightest chance Tanjiro’s sister can be healed, he needs to path their way.

“Take your sister and run.”

Even if it means betraying you. You, his first tsugoko. You, the woman he loves in secret.

“Tomioka-san…Sorry for the trouble, thank you very much!”

You can’t believe your ears, widen eyes watching in horror as the boy grabs the demon’s hand and sprints away.

“Giyuu…”

Your whole body feels numb, mind desperately trying to process what just happened. Your master, the water pillar…A traitor?

“This…This is against the Corps rules…”, you mumble.

He grabs your other hand as well, forces your sword into the snow right next to his.

“It was never my attention to betray you, (y/n). But I can’t allow you to kill that demon. We need to give them a chance.”

“She’s a demon!”, you shout, arms fighting against the sheer force of his grip only to fall into the cold snow violently.

You can’t hold back the tears that start to sting in your eyes anymore. No, this isn’t only about the sheer fact that he spared a demon. It’s about the fact that he betrayed you, that he still doesn’t share the reason why he saved them.

“I thought you trust me. I thought you…care more about me.”

It kills him from the inside, the way you look up at him with all that grief in your eyes getting reflected in the moonlight. Giyuu can only imagine how you must feel, how it has to look in your gorgeous orbs.

“I care about you more than anything else, (y/n). But still, I can’t allow you to kill that demon. Not her.”

“Do you know her? Is that the reason why you don’t want to see her die?”

You hate the pity tone in your voice, the struck of jealousy that fires your anger all over again. You lift yourself off the ground and storm towards him, grabbing his haori tightly.

“I gave it all up for you. I worked hard to become the demon slayer you always imagined me to be, I did everything I could to stay by your side, I…I always longed for you to love me back, Giyuu Tomioka. Only for you to break your own rules, to lie into my face!”, you shout at him, shaking him violently before you are able to stop yourself.

“I thought you’d feel the same way but apparently, I’m nothing but a fool.”

 “But I do.”

Before you’re able to shake him again, he grabs your wrists firmly and pulls you closer, the heat radiating from your body becoming unbearable to ignore.

“You’re right, you don’t deserve that I’m lying to your face. I should have told you about them a long time ago, should have been honest with you. The truth is, I fail to understand myself why that demon didn’t kill the boy yet. Master Urukodaki…He himself told me that she is under control and does not pose a threat. If there is the slightest chance she’ll turn into a human again I need to protect them both. He is special, (y/n).”

Everything is too much. His sudden outburst, the fact that there’s still a demon out there, Shinobu who told you over and over to not spare a single one of them.

“I can’t”, you cry out.

As if in trance you grab your sword again, sprint down the soft snowy ground in the direction of the boy and the demon. What are you supposed to do? Kill them, spare them, talk to them? That girl is a demon, she needs to get killed. But all the sings Giyuu said, that look on his face. You can’t ignore what he sees in them, the words of none other than master Urukodaki haunting you down. Maybe he is right. But still, she’s a demon, you’re a demon slayer, it’s your destiny to-

You land on the ground softly.

“Please don’t run away from me.”

Suddenly it feels even harder to breathe, your lungs getting pressed into the ground without any mercy. Was it another demon, an attack from behind? Your eyes dart upwards, searching for hold in the dim moonlight.

Only to get greeted by Gyiuu Tomioka’s ocean blue eyes.

“Stay.”

“I…can’t”, you press out, arms fighting against his larger frame.

He lays on top of you, his arms pinning you down onto the ground while the sheer weight of his body keeps you in place. You might be strong, a skilled demon slayer.

But he’s still Giyuu Tomioka.

“You lied to me! You played with me! Shin…Shinobu-san is here too! When she finds out what you did, that you helped a demon…Don’t you know that you might die!?”

It becomes more than urgent to you. None of this is about the fact that he helped a demon, that you fail to understand why he feels sympathy for that poor boy. It’s about the risk of losing Giyuu, his potential end as a pillar and his whole life. No other hashira will understand why he acted the way he did. And if Kagaya-sama thinks the same…You swallow away the big lump that forms in your throat, blink away the tears that threaten to fall again.

You can’t afford to lose him.

Instead of answering, Giyuu just stares down at you, gets lost in the ocean of your eyes. Oh, he always pondered about the fact how well water breathing suits you. With your movements being flowy like waves and your eyes reflecting the ocean itself, it wouldn’t be hard for him to stare at you all day. You are magnificent, so kind that the world doesn’t deserve you, well-liked by everyone else. Why is it him you’re staring at, why do you even care about the fact that he might die? It shouldn’t bother you, shouldn’t hit you the way it does.

“I love you!”, you finally cry into the night.

The unspoken words between both of you, the stinging true always present but never talked about. You love him with all your heart, with all you have.

And the thought of losing him kills you from the inside.

Gyiuu can’t believe his ears, still staring at you without even flinching. You…love him? A gorgeous girl like you who turns heads on a regular basis, so skilled that you’re even able to outstand Kyojuro’s training. Why would you love a man like him who has nothing to offer? Even if it makes his usual calm heart flutter in sheer excitement, even if he wants nothing more than closing the gap between your faces and get a taste of your lips, he stays right in place.

“Don’t worry about me. I will not escape my punishment.”

You let out your shaky breath, mind not able to process his words while your heart already shatters into a million tiny pieces.

“BUT I CARE!”

You grab his haori tightly, knuckles standing out white while you stare up at his unwavering eyes.

“I care about you! I don’t want you to die because of something like this, I don’t want to lose you!”

He should let go of you, should stand up and walk away. You don’t deserve the pain he puts you through, you never did.

But instead, his hands cup your cheeks gently. Instead, he leans down, closer and closer to your gorgeous face.

Instead, he presses his lips against yours.

You forget how to exist for a second. Is this…is this really happening? Gyiuu Tomioka laying on top of you, his firm body pressed against yours. Giyuu Tomioka, kissing you oh so gently. You feel like fainting and flying at the same time, as good as never before while a wave of stomach flutter hits you with full force.

How many times did you imagine in secret how it must feel to have him so close? All these countless nights you pondered about the feeling of his lips, how it must be to hug him. And now all of this is happening all at once.

“Now, what do we have here? Aren’t both of you supposed to kill the demon who just run away?”

He lets go faster than you’re able to react, his hand stretched out in order to help you off the ground.

“Shinobu-san”, you breathe out in sheer horror.

Your hands start trembling, glossy eyes darting towards her. How long is she here? What did she hear? Your stomach drops to the ground. Please, she didn’t hear about the stinging fact that Giyuu helped that demon, she didn’t-“

“Is it true that you wanted to spare this demon, Tomioka?”

You swallow hard, vision getting blurry. As much as you adore Shinobu with all your heart, you know as good as she does that helping a demon is strictly against the Corps rules. And even though you weren’t strong enough to stop him, from reporting his resistance.

Shinobu will.

He doesn’t answer. Instead, he blankly stares at her, body positioning itself in front of her and you.

“(y/n), were you also involved into this? I thought you are a better demon slayer than that. You even have the chance to be a hashira! What a shame-“

“Stop”, Giyuu interrupts her.

“She tried to stop me multiple times.”

“Giyuu”, you mutter under your breath.

“Is that so? Well, isn’t the word of your crush enough to stop you? Aren’t you aware of what awaits you?”

You watch in horror as she storms towards him, her sword ready to hit him.

“So you’re really serious about saving a demon? So serious that you’re not only risking your life, but (y/n)’s as well?”

Their blades clash into each other over and over.

“Please stop, it’s not what you think!”, you desperately try to interrupt.

“I am not risking (y/n)’s life”, he clarifies.

“Oh, but you do? How are we supposed to know she didn’t help you? After all, everybody knows how close you are!”

You can’t escape the blush that creeps up your face immediately.

“T-that’s…n-not true!”

“And because (y/n) is important to me, I’d never put her life into danger.”

“I have a message from headquarters! Bring them back! Bring them back! Tanjiro, dressed in a checkered haori, with a scar on his forehead! Nezuko, a demon girl with a bamboo muzzle! Bring them back! Bring them back!”

Without another word, Shinobu puts her sword in her sheath and starts walking away. Oh, this is bad. Absolutely bad. Getting sent to the headquarters means only one thing…

“Don’t worry too much.”

Giyuu grabs your hand firmly, his eyes captivate you in an instant.

“I won’t allow anyone to hurt you.”

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[a-tiny-thing]

break in // m.l

burglar!mark x rich!reader

pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, pt.4

the sound of a lockpick rustling into a metal lock might be the only thing can be heard during the dead of the night, as mark struggled to open the safe he found inside the wealthy mansion of an old man he discovered in the streets.

mark was just leaning by a wall at the sidewalk, taking a break from stealing other people's wallets when he came across this old man who just went out of the jewelry shop, flexing their newly-bought golden watch and diamong rings that could cost millions of dollar.

his eyes sparkled at the sight and thought it was now his chance to get rich, that's why he ended up here in this fancy-lookin' mansion.

the jewelries are almost falling out of his pockets, his sweat is rolling down his forehead, and his veins are already popping out of his arms as he remained focus on opening the safe.

"c'mon you piece of shit" mark mumbled inaudibly due to the little flashlight placed in his mouth, shaking his head in frustration as he accidentally dropped the lockpick on the marbled floor, creating a huge sound.

"hello?"

and then suddenly a door swung opened, revealing you in a satin nightgown.

you only came downstairs to get a glass of water, but then you heard a loud thud of metal coming from your dad's office.

you thought it would just be your dad doing some work until you saw the guy in a black beanie and black clothes, hunched over the safe as he quickly turned to look at you.

"ah- hmmph!" before you can even scream, the guy already ran up to you and blocked your mouth with his hand to stop you.

"hey hey, don't scream, please" he said to you in a pleading tone while still covering your mouth, and you struggling to get his hand off your face.

"i'll let you go, just don't scream please..." you stopped pushing his hand away, to signal him to let you go now.

before doing something, you thought it would be a bad move to betray him, and scream your lungs out once he lets you go since you don't know if he's carrying a weapon with him.

this could be your last memory.

"my name's mark" the burglar introduced himself, you looked at him in confusion.

"why are you introducing yourself?" you asked, suddenly confused as to why this robber becoming friendly so suddenly.

"what? am i supposed to be evil and murder you instead?" mark joked, but you tensed up when you heard the word "murder"

"i'm kidding"

"okay, why are you in here? why are you trying to open my dad's safe?" you asked nervously.

'okay, so you're the daughter of that rich old man'

wow.

"i-i'm just curious.." mark stuttered, thinking of the next words to say.

you glanced down at his current outfit, you saw your mom's necklaces almost splling out his pockets.

"so you're a burglar!" you exclaimed, like you just unlocked a clue.

"i thought it would be that obvious" mark whispered to himself.

"i'm going to call my dad" you told him bravely, as you turned to the exit.

"hey! no, wait!" mark grabbed your arm and tugged you back to him strongly that made you whip your head back immediately to look at him.

"what can i do to stop you from snitching me out?"

and to realize both of your faces are dangerously close to each other.

you stayed silent and unmoving for a couple of minutes, locking your eyes into his until it moved down to his lips, then back at his eyes again.

you really didn't think mark would notice that little movement your eyes made. thanks to you, he finally knew what to do.

then suddenly mark's lips was on yours, both of your eyes closing in instinct as you two enjoyed the kiss that lasted shortly.

breaking away from each other's lips, you were completely silent and was just staring at him in awe.

in the other hand, mark started to get red and awkward, and decided to head towards the window where he broke in. completely forgetting about the safe.

"uhh, imma have to go now, see ya" he said shyly, scratching the back of his head before climbing down the ladder situated outside the window.

mark's gone and you were still standing there dumbfounded.

you don't know if you're just surprised or in love, but a part of you is hoping that he'll come back to rob your place someday so you could see him again.

you haven't even told him your name yet.

when the morning rises, just lie to your parents that you were asleep during the robbery.

[yan-lorkai]

Would you consider writing a drabble about Leona (And who ever else you want) The reader has a pet they adore and spoiled with love, and the boys are green with jealously over it. The mc is going somewhere and asks Leona (or whoever) to watch the pet for a bit, the boys think this might be their opportunity to take the pet 'out of the picture' but as the mc leaves they say to their pet "Be good for daddy while I'm gone~" How do they react to that and what changes

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEONA

Many people are jealous of their loved ones' pets, but you wouldn't expect Leona to be one of those people. True, he was attached to everything he could call his own - a consequence of the way he was treated, you suppose. But jealous of a pet? As incredible as it may seem, Leona was jealous, he always wanted to be with you in his arms and he growled low, or as low as he could, to keep the little animal from coming running towards you, wagging its tail like a stray.

Still, even though he was jealous, you trusted Leona to take care of your dog while you had other tasks that day. His green eyes sparkled with mischief when you finally handed him your beloved pet, leaving a soft caress on his head.

"I need you to take care of my baby while I'm gone, Leona," You murmured and left a tender kiss on your beloved lion's cheek. "I won't be long, and I trust you to take good care of them."

Leona smiled, inwardly enjoying the opportunity to finally have your undivided attention. As you turned to leave, you remembered something and leaned into your pet, whispering in a tender, cute tone. "Be good for daddy while I'm gone!"

Leona's smug expression faltered as soon as you were gone, and a strange warmth settled in his chest at your words. You were at a stage where you hadn't discussed whether you wanted children or not once you finished your studies at NRC but now he is reevaluating everything he had thinked before. The way you act all cutesy, your little hums and smiles when you spend time with your dog, somehow simple words are making his hearts pounds like crazy in his chest.

Initially, he considered moving the pet "out of the way" as he had planned, but he could no longer do that even if he still wanted to. Leona hesitated, but bent down to gently stroke the furry companion who wouldn't let go of you. Your dog responded with a satisfied bark and wagged his tail. And for a second, Leona thought he might get used to it all. With the dog, with the silly way you acted, with the promise of a future.

For now, he'll spend time trying to understand your dog's mind and why this furball doesn't want to sleep with him in the botanical garden.

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ LEVIATHAN

Levi is the personification of envy, it's clear he's jealous of the time you spend with your pet. It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!!! He was with you all this time and you prefer to prioritize this little animal? If you say that he does the same to Henry he will quickly silence himself.

He realizes how foolish this jealousy is, but he can't help it. He wants all of you, all of your attention, all of your thoughts and emotions, your mind, your body, everything must belong to him, or he will cry. You don't want him to cry, do you?

So when you tell him that you have a test to take and that he needs to take care of your bird, Levi feels everything around him shake. Not only can he not spend time with you because you have a test and he has online classes, but he still has to listen to your bird singing non-stop, exploring his room and pecking at everything it finds. He must protect his figures and games, and... Did your bird just climbed into his shoulder and is nuzzling against his neck?

"Take care of our baby, Levi." You smile at him and Levi feels like he's on fire, like someone threw holy water on him, his cheeks pink. "Be good to daddy, okay my dear? I'll see you both later!" You leave a peck on Levi's mouth and then kiss your bird affectionately, smiling when it chirped.

Levi ceases his movements, words and phrases forgotten on the tip of his tongue as you leave him with your bird. Baby? Daddy? Oh heavens, he feels like at any moment he's going to pass out, heat rising from his neck to his ears and cheeks. He had never thought about it before; having a family with you before, after all he was happy living with you and his brothers, without having thought about children yet. He turns to see the bird relaxing on his shoulders, preening its feathers and sometimes looking at his brightly lit computer screen. Now that he stops to think it is so cute, Levi can see why you love that little creature.

He reaches out a finger and scratches the bird's head, watching as it closes its eyes and enjoys the affection offered. He sees himself no longer caring about your pet, even though he feels jealous of the little creature. But he doesn't need to be jealous if he steals your bird to spend time with him, his daddy. So you will also spend time with him, win-win!

[reystenius-01]

April Fools

In which: R pulls a prank on Stina for April Fool’s. Let's just say Stina did not find it amusing.

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You were in the doghouse, to put it lightly. 

April Fool’s was a big thing in your family. You’d always go all out on your pranks; your brother had pretended that he and his wife were getting divorced last year. The family group chat had never been more concerned. The woman was basically a saint, the entire family had immediately taken her side before your brother blurted out that it was just a prank, which then led to a bit of no contact for a while, but anyway… 

You had pretended to come down with a headache so you could leave the team gathering a little early the previous night, wanting to set up the prank you’d be pulling on your girlfriend, if all went according to plan. You nearly failed at the first hurdle though, Stina sweetly asking if you just wanted her to stay home with her and cuddle. You nearly gave in just then, a sucker for those blue-green eyes. It took everything in you to reassure her that you’d be okay on your own for the night.

Stina did walk you to the door of your shared apartment, giving you a sweet kiss before you headed inside. 

You carefully manoeuvred around the living room, making sure everything was set up just right for when she arrived home.

Just as you finished setting up the water balloon above the front doorway, you heard the sound of keys jingling outside. Your heart raced with anticipation as you quickly hid behind the couch, waiting for Stina to walk in.

The door creaked open, and you held your breath as Stina stepped inside, a tired smile on her face. "Hey, love, I'm home," she called out, kicking off her shoes and hanging up her coat. “I know you said you’d be okay on your own, but my head started hurting halfway back to Leah’s place, so I just turned around.”

You winced as Stina's voice interrupted your thoughts, her tired smile tugging at your heartstrings. “Hey, Stin,” you replied, trying to sound casual as you peeked out from your hiding spot.

Stina's eyes sparkled with affection as she spotted you behind the couch. “What are you up to back there?” she asked, a hint of curiosity in her voice.

You grinned mischievously, trying to keep your excitement in check. “Oh, just waiting for you,” you replied cryptically, hoping to maintain the element of surprise.

Stina raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. “Waiting for me? What for?” she asked, her tone playful as she stepped closer to where you were hiding.

Before you could respond, you heard the sound of the water balloon releasing above the doorway, followed by a loud splash as it landed squarely on Stina, drenching her from head to toe.

Stina froze in disbelief, her eyes wide with shock as she stared at the water dripping down her face and clothes. “What the...?” she sputtered, her voice trailing off as she tried to process what had just happened. Her expression darkened, her eyes narrowing as she processed the situation. “Are you kidding me right now?” she snapped, her voice laced with anger as she took in her soaked clothes and dripping hair.

You scrambled to find the right words, feeling a sinking sensation in the pit of your stomach. “I...I'm so sorry, Stin,” you stammered, your voice filled with regret. “It was supposed to be a prank.” You sheepishly shrugged. “April Fool’s?”

Stina let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through her wet hair. “I can't believe you would do something like this, especially when I'm already not feeling well,” she muttered, her irritation evident as she shot you a glare.

You hung your head in shame, feeling like the worst partner in the world. “I know, and I'm really sorry,” you apologised, your voice barely above a whisper. “I didn't mean to ruin your day even more.”

Stina sighed heavily, her anger starting to subside as she saw the genuine remorse in your eyes. “Just… just give me some space right now,” she said wearily, her tone softened slightly. “I need some time to cool off.”

You nodded, feeling like a complete idiot as you retreated to the other side of the room, giving Stina the space she needed. As you sat there in silence, you couldn't help but feel like you had completely ruined the day, and possibly your relationship with Stina too.

—-—-—-

As you lay on the couch, feeling utterly defeated by your failed prank and the rift it had caused between you and Stina, you couldn't help but feel a surge of determination to make things right. You racked your brain, compiling a whole plan in your head as you plotted your next move.

The next morning, you woke up early, determined to start the day off on the right foot. You tiptoed into the kitchen, careful not to wake Stina as you prepared her favourite breakfast—fluffy pancakes with fresh berries and a side of crispy bacon. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee also filled the air. 

After carefully plating the breakfast, you carried the tray into the bedroom, where Stina was still sleeping soundly. You set the tray down on the bedside table, then tiptoed over to the window, where you had set up a surprise for Stina. You had stayed up late the night before, painstakingly assembling a bouquet of Lego flowers for her to wake up to. Each flower was carefully crafted with vibrant colours and intricate details, a labour of love to show her how much you cared.

“Hey, sleepyhead, I made you breakfast,” you whispered, a hopeful smile on your face as you watched her stir.

Stina blinked sleepily, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in the tray of food and the Lego flowers beside the bed. “Wow, what's all this?” she asked, her voice filled with curiosity as she sat up.

You grinned, feeling a sense of relief wash over you at her reaction. “I wanted to make it up to you for yesterday,” you explained, your voice filled with sincerity. “I know I messed up, but I'm hoping this will help make things right.”

Stina's eyes softened, and she reached out to take your hand in hers. “You didn't have to do all this,” she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. “But I appreciate it. Thank you.”

You squeezed her hand, feeling a rush of gratitude for her forgiveness. “I love you, Stin,” you whispered, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “And I'm sorry for being such an idiot.”

Stina smiled, her heart melting at your words. “I love you too, you big goof,” she teased, pulling you into a warm embrace. “And don't worry—I forgive you. Even though you’re a bit of an idiot.”

You chuckled, the tension of the previous day finally melting away as Stina's teasing brought a smile to your face. “Well, at least I'm your idiot, right?” you replied playfully, leaning in to nuzzle her neck.

Stina giggled, her fingers trailing lightly along your back as she pressed a kiss to your cheek. “That you are,” she murmured, her voice filled with affection. “And I wouldn't have it any other way.”

You grinned, feeling a warmth spread through you at Stina's words. “Good, because I don't think I could handle being anyone else's idiot,” you admitted, capturing her lips in a sweet kiss as an idea popped into your mind. “I still promise to make it up to you, in every way possible,” you whispered, your voice tinged with a hint of mischief as you leaned in closer to her.

Stina melted into the kiss, her arms wrapping around you as she deepened the embrace. A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she met your gaze, pulling back slightly. “Mmm, you know just how to make it up to me, älskling,” she whispered against your lips.

You felt a thrill shoot through you at Stina's suggestive tone, your heart racing with anticipation. “Oh, do I now?” you teased, trailing kisses along her jawline.

Stina let out a soft moan, her breath catching in her throat as she leaned into your touch. “Mhmm, you do,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire. “But let's finish breakfast first, hmm? We can save the rest of the making up for later.”

“Alright,” you replied, your voice low and husky as you traced a finger along her jawline. “But I promise… I’ll make sure you forget all about yesterday's mishap.”

Stina leaned in closer to you. “Well then,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I can't wait to see what you have in mind, min kärlek.”

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tempted to write smut as well 😭😭 not just for stina but for other players too, asks are open! drop any requests you got!

[mrsmikaelsxn]

Stay With Me

masterlist

pairing: niklaus mikaelson x female reader

warnings: fluff, cursing, kisses, a suggestive comment

summary: you are late to a meeting but nik is being a clingy boyfriend - requested by anon

a/n: thanks for the request! this is a cute idea and whats better than a clingy klaus

song: falling for ya - grace phipps

You were late to your meeting.

It was 2:27 pm and your meeting started at 2:15. You had tried to leave but your boyfriend refused to let you go.

"Nik, as much as I love you, I really need to go," you sigh.

"But, love, aren't I much better company than some old guys in a meeting," he pouts at you.

He walks closer to you and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

"Of course you are, but I've already been late to so many," you laugh. This happened often. Not that you were upset because of his clingy-ness, it just led to you having a bad reputation of not being punctual.

"I get so lonely when you leave me," Nik frowns at you.

"You could always hang out with Bex, Lijah or Kol," you remind him.

"They are not you. Love, I can just compel the people at your job for you, problem solved," he grins at you.

"Hmm, I suppose you're right," you give up.

"That's my girl," he smiles at you and kisses you all over your face.

"Why do you work anyway? I have enough money so you don't have to work one day in your precious life," Nik wonders. He always spoils you, you told him he didn't have to get you anything, but he does anyway.

"It keeps me busy," you shrug.

"I can keep you busier," he smirks.

"Klaus!" you hit his shoulder with a laugh.

"Just putting it out there"

"Well, now thank you've convinced me to stay, what did you want to do?"

"I wanted to stay in bed with you and watch movies"

"Okay. But I'm choosing!"

"Sure"

You two get into bed and he wraps his arms around you, bringing you close to his side. He rests his head against yours as you scroll through movies on the tv.

"We are gonna watch..."

"Oh no," he sighs, having something in mind.

"The Twilight Saga!"

"For fucks sake," Nik shakes his head.

"Do you not like the movies," you frown at him.

"No- no, it's just that we have watched them at least thirty times!"

"Yes, because they are amazing, duh," you roll your eyes.

"But it's so unrealistic, vampires that sparkle," he scoffs.

"You're just mad that I made you put on glitter for Halloween"

"Do you have any idea how long that took for me to get you," he shudders at the memory.

"Oh well"

"That was so good!" you clap your hands.

"..."

"Nik? Nikki? Klaus?" you look at him noticing he was asleep, you were surprised you didn't notice. Then again, it was like you were in a trance when you watched these films.

"Niklaus!"

"Huh?" he rubs his eyes.

"You missed the movies"

"Did I? Hm, what a shame," he snaps his fingers.

"I think I finally realized why you don't like Twilight," you grin.

"Oh yeah? Why is that, love?"

"You are jealous of my obsession with Robert!"

"Absolutely am not"

"Absolutely are too!" you laugh and poke his side.

"Whatever you say"

"Exactly. I'm gonna get water," you sit up.

He quickly grabs your waist and pulls you back against him.

"No, stay with me," he whines.

"It's only going to be a minute or two"

"But you're keeping me warm"

"Put on another blanket"

"No, you are better than any blanket"

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Take that as whatever you want," he smiles.

"Nik, I'm actually dying of thirst"

"You can't die of thirst as a vampire," he points out.

"Sure I can, and I will if I don't drink water in the next two minutes"

"Fine"

You kiss his forehead and he reluctantly lets you go and get your water.

You come back with two waters and happily cuddle with him again.

"See, back in no time"

[secret-writer-boy]

jegulus siren au

Regulus knows this is not right. He knows Mother would rage, but cannot find it in himself to care. This boy, his boy, is worth a thousand sins. His skin pulses, warm and caramel, so different from Regulus’ own dark emerald scales. Regulus has never seen eyes such a light, glittering hazel. He wants to sink into them. Oh, his boy is a precious treasure.

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“What’s your name?” his boy had asked the first time they met, lovely human face inches from the water. “Would you tell me that?”

For the first time, Regulus hesitantly rose above the water. “Regulus,” he said softly, and felt a forbidden thrill as his tail lashed behind him. 

His boy grinned. “Regulus,” he repeated, as if tasting it. “I’m James. And…you’re really pretty,” he added, and he blushed a deep pink. “I’ve never seen a mermaid so pretty.” James paused. “I’ve never really seen a mermaid. But I’ve heard lots, and-”

There was a splash, and Regulus was diving back into the shimmering deep blue. 

“Wait,” he thought he heard James shout faintly. “Regulus!”

I’m not a mermaid. Regulus had always known he wasn’t, and it had brought him pride, but for the first time, it prickled like a jellyfish’s sting. And if you knew, you wouldn’t give me a second glance. 

His webbed hands, sharp and clawed like no mermaid’s ever could be, guided him onward into the endlessly dark sea.

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It took Regulus many days to return to their spot on the shore, but return he did, and his boy was there, sitting on the same large rock as his legs dangled over the water.

“Regulus!” his boy brightened immediately, waving. Hesitantly, Regulus raised his hand above water to wave back, little droplets rolling off of his scales. 

This was the moment where he was supposed to dive back down into the water, he knew. Yet for some reason, Regulus couldn't help but stay and watch his boy from under the water, taking in his radiant smile.

“Thought I scared you away,” James told Regulus. “You left in such a hurry last time. Got me worried.”

Regulus didn’t dare lift his head up and respond. Sunbeams slicing light through the dark water, he let them illuminate his boy’s face, waves of intense admiration crashing over him again and again.

“Silent still, I see,” James teased, a playful glint in his eye. “It’s okay! I can talk enough for both of us.” His sparkling eyes met Regulus’, and Regulus felt a shiver run through his body. 

He’s perfect, he realized, though he thought he’d already known. Mother would hate him. Mother would want him dead. 

“We don’t learn much about the ocean in school,” James said, interrupting Regulus’ daydreaming. “Do you learn much about land?” he continued before Regulus could respond (he wouldn’t have, anyway). “My mum knows loads about the ocean. My mum knows loads about everything. She’s the best. I love her brownies. Her brownies are amazing, and…” Regulus listened to his boy talk, absorbing every word. He liked this soft cadence, the way he could just exist in his boy’s presence.

He learned his boy tentatively, as the sky bled into deep pinks and soft oranges in the hazy mornings. His boy would talk about his best mate, loud and brilliant, who was like his brother but not. His boy would talk about his parents: the best in the world, according to him. 

“Not to say anything about your parents!” his boy thought to add, quickly. “Maybe your parents are brilliant too.” At this, Regulus had given an emphatic shake of his head. 

“They’re not? I'm sorry. My best mate’s parents are awful too.” It was so easy with him, with James. Regulus thought about holding his hand a lot. He imagined it would be warm. He wondered if he would be able to hear the thu-thump of James’ heart. He wondered if his heartbeat and James’ were in sync. He wondered if James ever thought about his hand too.

Regulus' world had been faded, monochromatic greys before he met his boy. But now he thinks it has exploded into wondrous, ebullient colors. Now that he knows what it's like to breathe, how could he ever go back to suffocating under the water?

[someone1348]

I told ya'll things were happening :]

I found time and motivation to write and of course I had to start off again with my current obsession ONE PIECE! I'm currently on the Skypiea arc, season 6, but don't worry this has no spoilers it's just my angels having fun!

The people in this: Ler!Luffy, Lee!Usopp

Tw: this is a tickle fic, as are all of my fics, so if you don't like it just scroll, all the love :]

Now let's get this started sha'll we!! Woohoo!

-K <3

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I like your laugh

With the amount of adventures he's been on since joining Luffy's crew, Usopp was thankful and grateful for the peace and quiet he got on the ship that day. It was short-lived, of course, with a captain like Luffy that's bound to happen, but there was no life-threatening adventure, no damaging of the ship, just the normal amount of choas.

The sniper was working on building some weapons down in the bilge, enjoying his me time as he heard the captain wonder about the ship upstairs calling his name. The faint and whiny tone of "Usopp!" Left his lips a few times as well as what sounded like him asking where he was, but Usopp ignored it. He was too focused on his creations to worry about what the captain wanted, it probably wasn't an emergency, and plus he'd never find him down here...right?

"Hehe there you are! I found you Usopp!"

Wrong. Usopp sighed "What is it Luffy I'm busy right now?" The rubber man ignored this and plopped his butt right on the floor in front of him, examining the tool and his every move with a tilt of his head.

"What are you working on?" The captain hummed as Usopp smiled with pride, his long nose upturned as he spoke.

"It's my newest invitation! I call it the explosion of the sea!"

Luffys eyes widened with sparkles in his eyes as he spoke "Woahh! That sounds so cool! What's it do!?" He reached out to touch it but got his hand smacked away "ow"

Usopp huffed "It's an explosive with sea water in it! If we face anyone again with too strong of devil fruit powers I figured I could try hitting them with one of these and make them at least a little weaker...I don't know"

Luffy's lips let out his classic giggle "That sounds amazing! Just as long as you don't accidentally hit me with it it could be cool!" He sighed "but I like fighting people at their full power though"

Usopp smiled and shook his head "You are insane"

Luffy huffed and crossed his arms "I'm not insane, maybe you're insane" he mumbled and pouted like a baby.

Usopp nodded "to join this crew I think you've gotta be just a little crazy"

Luffy laughed at that "That's funny!"

Usopp smiled "So what did you need me for anyway?"

Luffy blinked, he forgot he came down here for a reason "Oh yeah! I've been working on my impressions again wanna see them?" Now that was something the sniper was always up for!

No matter what was happening in time, no matter how scared he felt, Luffy's impressions never failed to make him laugh.

Usopp sat up straighter and nodded, putting his tools and inventions away "of course I want to see them! Do it!"

Luffy giggled before taking a deep breath and getting into position. He cleared his throat and put on his best Sanji face, pretending to hold a cigarette with his fingers "Hey I'm Sanji...Okay which one of you took the meat"

Usopp tried to hold it in

"Wait your turn Luffy its ladies first"

He lost it

"Hahahaha! That's too good!"

Luffy smiled and broke character "Okay okay next one!" He got himself prepared again. Soon enough he let out the loudest fake snore possible. Usopp was holding his stomach he was laughing so much.

"Hahaha! You're killing me here was that supposed to be Zoro?!"

Luffy pretended to wake up "Huh? What's happening? Where's the booze, I need a drink-"

"PFFt- HAhaha!" He was wiping tears from his eyes.

"I like your laugh Usopp! It's been awhile since I heard it" time seemed to stop for a minute for Usopp.

His laughter slowed down as he hummed "Wh-What? My laugh?"

Luffy nodded "Mhm, you have a nice laugh!"

Usopp blinked in surprise "...Hm! Thanks Luffy no one's ever complimented my laugh before"

The captain nodded again "You're welcome"

Now that he was thinking about it Luffy was right, it had been a while since he had laughed. With all the choas and fear, he just never thought about it.

"You've got a point though it has been a while huh?"

Luffy nodded "That's changing right now"

Usopp nodded. "Yeah, since you made me laugh!" He smiled before he looked up to meet Luffy's mischievous smirk, who had now suddenly gotten a lot closer to him than Usopp remembered.

"Luffy..." He warned as he tried to scoot back, only leading him into a wall. Luffy just giggled mischievously as he followed his movements. Every move he made scooting back, luffy would crawl forward. Usopp was now shaking in his boots as the straw hat leader wiggled his fingers teasing in his face.

"Don't even think about it!"

Luffys smirk grew

"Too late! I thought about it!" He pounced on the poor sniper, moving his fingers under the mans classic brown overalls to tickle all over his stomach.

"HaHAhaAhaHA! LUFFY!-" He tried to push at the rubber boys' arms but got nowhere since they were trapped under his overalls. Luffy's smirk just grew at his pleas and laughter.

"What?" He acted all nonchalant like he wasn't tickling the daylights out of him. In his defense, though, he wasn't even digging, so in his eyes, that's holding back!

Usopp groaned in-between his laughter "YOu! HAhaha! Stop Tihihickling mEEE!-"

Luffy laughed with him "Hahaha! You scream like a girl!" He continued his fun as he tickled the lairs bellybutton.

"SHuHUHhut UHuhUhUP!"

Luffy grinned. "Make me!" He stuck out his tounge before moving his hands up to Usopps underarms.

"AH- NAHAHA! WAIT! NOT THEHEHEHERE!"

Luffys giggles only increased at that "Ooooo did I find your tickle spot? I think I did~" he teased in a sing-song voice as Usopp got a little red from embarrassment. He shot his arms down and curled up as much as he could.

"LUHUHUFFY! HAHAHA!-"

Luffy giggled "They're trapped now! Tickle Tickle Tickle~"

"NOHOHO! HAHAHA I CAHAHAN'T"

Luffy smirked "Aww what? Can't handle a little teasing? Does it tickle a lottt hmm?~ does it?!"

Usopp could barely get words out anymore "YOU'RE DEHEHEAD YOU HEHEAR ME!"

Luffy laughed "I'm so scared!"

"MEHEHERCY PLEHEHEASE!"

Luffy stopped but pouted anyway. "Aww, man... but I was just starting to have fun!" That's the thing with the captain though, no matter how much fun he was having, if mercy was called out, he'd always stop.

Usopp caught his breath, slowly but surely. "That...was...awful!"

Luffy smirked "Oh please we all know you had fun too! Admit it!"

Usopp smiled "Alright fine, maybe I did, but I'll still get you back for that!"

Luffy giggled "Yeah Righ-"

"DINNER TIME!!" Sanjis voice could be heard from upstairs. As Luffy got up and ran up the stairs. Usopp smirked and shook his head again.

"I better get up there too before there's none left for me!"

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I hope you guys liked it! Let me know what you think! If you couldn't tell already, Luffy is my favorite character ever! Chopper is a close second, Usopp is third so far, but I love all of them so much! Anyway! It felt good to write again, especially for something I love so much! So yeah, let me know and expect more One Piece stuff in the future whenever I get a chance/motivation! :]

-K :]

[mazeinthemiroh]

third impressions.

Genre: Crack, slight angst??, romance

Word Count: 2.4k

Requested?: Yes

Synopsis: Bangchan is introduced to a new choreography, who he makes a horrible first and second impression on. Is there any way he can recover?

Warnings: Cursing, comical violence/slapstick??, Minho being his iconic self

A/N: This was very fun to write indeed. This is my first Chan fic! Can you believe it?? My bias and I've only just written a fic about him?? Don't worry, there will plenty more to come. And umm, yeah, that's about all I have to say to you guys. I hope you all enjoy, please let me know what you think <3

It wasn't supposed to be this way.

As a natural planner, Bangchan had never planned or expected things to go oh so terribly wrong.

A few comebacks under the teams' belt had Stray Kids bubbly and excited for the next. As their leader, Chan did well to make sure everyone had their input and contribution to the comeback. There was a lot to prepare for, but that was okay. He had done this plenty of times. Writing lyrics, producing, coming up with the theme of the album, singing the parts, organising the choreo, etc. There was so much to think about. And he did it every time, without fail.

Only this time was different.

"Has everyone gotten a hang of the choreo?"

Your voice echoed off the walls of the practice room after you had gone through the choreography for Stray Kids' new title track.

It was clear that Chan looked at you with interest. He was intrigued by you. Why had Minho brought you to them? It was usually the same choreographers each and every comeback. And here you were, a newbie. It felt kind of off to him. He would of at least wanted to meet you first but now it felt like a confrontation. Making your acquaintance was a goal for him; being the leader meant that building rapport was important.

The members could sense that Chan's brain was going haywire because he was very quiet. It wasn't that anything was wrong. Things just felt like they had fallen out of the same usual routine, and Chan didn't like that.

"How about we take a break?" You said cheerfully, sensing there was some sort of tension, but you couldn't pinpoint who it came from.

The members went to drink some water and stretched their muscles carefully.

Minho splashed water on his face and wiped it over his skin with his palms. He then looked over to Chan, whose eyebrows furrowed with thought.

"What's up with you then?" Minho poked at his side, "don't like the new choreography."

"It's not the choreography" Chan muttered, shaking his head. "It's the choreographer."

"What's wrong with Y/N?" Minho felt slightly defensive, "hey I only choose the best of the best for our team, so if you have a problem then you need to deal with it yourself."

"It's not that," Chan gulped down his water, "I just wished you'd introduced me to them before. I feel like it's awkward without getting to meet someone and work with them closely."

Minho grinned slightly. "Ahh, that's right. You're all politeness." He took another swig of water before sliding the cap on, doing an elegant bottle flip in one swift movement and landing it perfectly. "Go talk to them, then."

"What, now?" Chan exhaled a chuckle and looked at his friend, whose eyes sparkled with curiosity.

"Go for it. Say your hellos and whatnot. It gives us a longer break, at least," Minho placed a hand on Chan's back and pushed him towards your direction.

Chan watched you from the other side of the room. You were alone, and he didn't feel that was fair. You were like their special guest, after all. So, after taking a deep breath, he did as Minho said, walking over to you casually.

"Uh, hey," were his first words. He immediately cursed himself. Did he sound dumb? Gosh, why was he overthinking everything?

"Hey," you smiled at him, fiddling with the water bottle in your hands.

"I'm Chan by the way, nice to meet you" he extended a hand for you to shake. Why was he being so formal and rigid? Where was the carefree Chan gone?

You laughed at this, sensing his nervousness. "I know who you are. Nice to meet you though. Officially, at least."

He chuckled at this, gazing at the floor. Why did his cheeks feel warm? And gosh, he couldn't stop smiling, dimples on full display.

"Are you okay with the choreo or did you come over here to tell me you hate it?" You teased playfully, drinking some water for yourself.

"No no nooo no no I like the choreo it's very good very dynamic and.. yeah."

Wow, such a way with words. Chan scolded himself internally.

"Really?" You quirked an eyebrow up. He didn't sound very convincing. "Because you were messing up quite a bit back there," you said gently, hoping he would appreciate your honesty.

"Oh gosh, really?" Chan's heart dropped a bit, discouraged. "Where did I go wrong? Was it the bridge part? I feel like it was then. The footwork there is very quick and it's hard for my body to move like that, I think it'll take some getting used to-"

"Hey don't worry about it," you shook your head and reached out, placing a hand on his forearm to soothe him, "we've only gone through it a couple of times and we've got so much more practice time ahead it's really nothing to worry about."

Chan felt electric shocks spike through him when your skin slid in his. Suddenly he felt a bit dizzy as more warmth rushed to his head.

"Thanks," was all he could let out, looking deep into your eyes. He couldn't believe he could even hold eye contact with you for that long before he tore his eyes away and cleared his throat.

"I should, uh, probably stretch more" he gestured behind him before shuffling away after you withdraw your hand from him.

You licked your dry lips as you watched him stretch his body again. You sincerely hoped you hadn't upset him with what you said.

Chan lay on his back, staring at the ceiling. The blue and pink lights attached to the wall pulsed like a heartbeat, illuminating his neat, dark room.

It wasn't like Chan to have a crush so quickly. Gosh, he didn't even know you. But the way he acted today... it could only mean one thing. Chan had the feels, indeed. And they weren't going away anytime soon.

He couldn't let the immense awkwardness of today show in tomorrow's practice session, oh no. That would be mortifying.

He needed to loosen up. He needed to just be himself and have a fresh start with you. First impressions weren't everything, and you seemed like the agreeable type, not one to judge so quickly. Chan had a chance, right?

Hope swelled up in his heart. Tomorrow is another day. Let's make it count.

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8"

You watched the group work through their routine. It was coming along nicely. They were such quick learners, being quite deep into the game. It was amazing to see their progress since yesterday's session. You watched on with pride.

Each member had learned their individual parts and came together as a group, like pieces of a puzzle, to fit one whole routine that would be sure to make fans fall for them all over again.

The song conclude and they all held their ending poses. There were a few tweaks to be made here and there, but otherwise, you had very little complaints. They truly were amazing.

"Well done everyone," you applauded them and they all did the same, breathing heavily and smiling at one another. "Very clean work, guys. Very good."

Jisung slipped to the floor and Hyunjin followed, spreading himself out like a starfish as they panted. They still started a conversation and ended up chatting away like they usually would.

"There's just a couple of little things. Uh, Jeongin" you gestured for the youngest member to come over near you. "Your dancing is super clean and all your moves are on point. Right before the last chorus ends I want you to make sure you keep your footwork as tight as possible, like this," you demonstrated and he followed on, mimicking your feet. "That's it, perfect. If you remember to do that then the whole routine comes together."

Jeongin nodded along to your feedback and smiled lightly, thanking you for your help.

"And Chan," you tip-toed your way over to the leader, who had just caught his breath, "this is just me nit-picking but-"

You made his way over to him as he watched you with interest. You circled around him and caught his hand in yours.

"When you spin around at the start, extend your arm more and roll out your hand. Feel the music run through your arm up all the way into your hands, like a wave."

He nodded as he watched you extend his arm with your hands.

"Maybe give it a try now?"

And so he did, going through the steps before the big spin. And when he spun, his arm extended bluntly and in a rough manner, and as you saw this, a hand came flying your way and collided with your face.

"Oh shit!"

The other members who weren't paying attention at the time turned around to see what had happened. Felix and Minho glided over to you in concern.

You held the side of your head and held back the tears that gathered at the bottom of your eyes.

"I'm okay it's absolutely fine don't worry," you said loudly to Chan trying to reassure him so wouldn't have a meltdown. But he was panicking.

"Are you okay?" Felix placed a hand on your lower back and tried to comfort you the best he could whilst Minho went to get a staff member.

Soon you were sent to a separate room. You were given an ice pack to put in your face, which seemed to numb the pain a bit. The other members left you alone as they didn't want to disturb your peace and wanted you to rest.

Chan was freaking out in the practice room.

"Well, I didn't think you were going hit them, not gonna lie" Minho joked to Chan who had a guilt-stricken look on his face.

"I'm going to hell" Chan rubbed his temples "I fucking hit them in the face. Of course, I did. That's what any normal human being would do."

He paced backwards and forwards and breathed heavily. The other members began to be affected by this.

"Wait... so you meant to hit them in the face?"

Jisung asked, clearly confused. He was only half aware of what was going on at the time.

"Of course I didn't I was being sarcastic!" Chan exclaimed before going back to pacing.

"Chan, this is a perfect situation for you" Minho commented, settling down on the floor, cross-legged, a satisfied smile on his face as an idea formed in his head.

Chan stopped walking up and down and looked at his friend like he was an alien.

"How on earth is this a 'perfect' situation?"

"Well, if I have to spell it out for you..." Minho trailed off teasingly before getting back to the point, "you can use this as a good opportunity to have a good laugh. Make a joke out of it. Be your charming self and woo them over."

"'Woo them over'" Hyunjin snorted at Minho's phrasing, finding it hilarious.

"Do you wanna be punched in the face too?" Minho turned to Hyunjin who immediately shut up.

Chan couldn't believe he was actually considering Minho's crazy idea. I mean, really, what had he got to lose now?

You heard a gentle knock at the door, already sensing the presence of guilt from the other side.

"Come in~" you chimed in a sing-song voice.

The door revealed, as expected, Bangchan. He had a stiff, awkward smile that lay on his features as he settled down in a seat next to you, closing the door behind him as you did so.

"I... didn't realise you'd fall for me that quickly."

You erupted in a fit of laughter at his cheesy pick-up line, taken aback by his joke. Suddenly, all of his nerves seemed to disappear all at once. Your laughter was music to his eyes, quite literally.

"That was smooth" you commented with a grin, eyes sparkling as you stared over at him. You loved the way his shoulders lowered a bit more, becoming more relaxed as he sensed your cheery mood.

"How are you?" He winced slightly as he asked the question, hoping you weren't in too much pain.

"I'm fine, Chan, really" you reassured him.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N" he bit his lip nervously. You didn't want to mood to lower any more than it needed to be.

"Don't be sorry, it wasn't even entirely your fault" you shrugged. "I stood way too close to you when you were trying to do the move. It was more my fault than anything."

Chan shook his head, wanting to take responsibility. But you were right. You were standing really close to him. And by the time he realised that, he then came to realise how close you were to each other now, here, in a small room with no one else around.

He cleared his throat and grinned slightly, his heart fluttering in his chest.

"Well, that's very sweet of you to say," Chan's eyes glittered as he dove right back into yours. You lowered the ice pack you had held up to your head all this time, staring intensely into his eyes. You felt dizzy, and you didn't know whether it was the ache in your head or the ache in your heart this man made you feel.

The was a moment of silence, but it wasn't awkwardness. Rather, the room was filled with thick tension as you both remained eye contact, leaning closer and closer and closer.

Until your lips collided, rougher than Chan would've liked for someone he had just accidentally hit. But hey, if you liked it rough, he was going for it. Your lips moved in perfect synchronisation with his, finding a rhythm almost immediately as you began to explore each other's mouths.

It was like choreography, this kiss; a dance of passion and tension and everything in between, improvised and executed in the most perfect way possible.

Chan slipped a hand on your thigh as you reached for his hair, weaving your fingers through his hair as you groaned into the kiss slightly.

That's when you both pulled away slowly, looking intensely into each other's eyes. A smile played on both of your lips, mischief and passion sparkling through your veins as you both caught your breath.

First impressions were overrated. Second impressions, too. As it turns out, it was the third impression that counted the most.

Chan seemed to find that out in the best way possible.

tags: @hanstan127, @iamgodandthisismyreality, @cutiepiebangchan, @hakunamatatayah, @strawberrysandwitch

[elacular-kink]

Hicvember 24: Silent

In the continuing adventures of me having characters not pay attention to the movies they're supposed to be watching, here we have Susanna doing her best not to distract Kiran while she watches a documentary in a nearly empty theater.

Content: Hiccups, some painful hiccups, technically public kink stuff, anxiety, arousal.

Whoever invented theater chairs that shared arms with the ones next to them could go directly to hell.

I think I always kind of had that opinion, but I had it way more now that I'd just tasted the forbidden nectar of the gods (root beer) from Kiran's cup.

I put it back as quickly as I could, but I couldn't exactly spit it out. Definitely not back into her cup, fucking gross. And I wasn't enough of an asshole to janitors to just drool it onto the floor. Which left me exactly one option.

Well, two I guess. 1. Keep a mouthful of rootbeer throughout this entire movie.

Or 2. Swallow and deal with the consequences.

I looked around and saw exactly one other person in the theater, a few rows back from us and half a dozen seats to the right. I wondered who else in the fucking universe had a reason to watch a three hour documentary that featured words like "von Neumann architecture" and "ALGOL" and shit like that. I could only be so pissed though. Kiran's eyes were sparkling, and she would turn to me every so often and say a bunch more words I didn't understand with a huge smile on her face.

...fuck, she'd probably want me to respond to some of the things she said.

Well shit, option two it was. Since I knew it was coming, I had time to make sure I didn't panic. Okay. No holding my breath. That makes things worse just as often as it cures me. Yes drinking water, but don't panic if it doesn't work, making yourself need to pee wouldn't help anything. Yes breathing slowly and steadily. Even if the case stuck around, that'd keep it manageable.

And yes keeping things fucking quiet. That was doable, and how much sound my hiccups made was usually pretty binary.

Alright. I could do this. I could give my nerdy-ass girlfriend a good movie date. I could avoid flipping my shit for no goddamn reason. Nobody would need to know.

Here we go.

I swallowed the root beer (and it tasted so fucking good what the fuck, this shit wasn't fair) and it barely took a second for my chest to thump. I gulped down a few swigs of water as soon as I could, but no such luck, because I thumped again, and then a third time.

Fuck. I officially had the hiccups. And my pulse had officially ratcheted up to, like, 200 beats per minute or something. That definitely made me start spasming faster, but they weren't too hard for now, so each one just rocked me a little. That was good. Now all I had to do was wait them out.

Yeah. Just wait out this case of the hiccups that'd gotten fast quick and kept rocking me in this soft, weirdly comfortable theater chair while I desperately tried to keep quiet and pray nobody noticed because if they noticed they might start making fun of me and telling me I'm a hiccupy little mess and—

Okay, breathe.

As I was making myself breathe halfway normally, Kiran turned to me and grabbed my arm. I kind of flinched at that, but she didn't seem to notice, thank god. "Susanna! They're talking about Prolog! This is what I was telling you about with automated theorem proving, remember?" I remembered her saying those words in that order at some point, but fuck if I knew what she was talking about. I think I might have understood it earlier, but with my brain like this I sure didn't now. But I nodded anyway, doing my best to keep my head still otherwise. She smiled widely and flapped her hands as her attention turned back to the screen.

Shit. I'd warned her that I probably wasn't going to understand this documentary, but she might have gotten excited enough to forget that. And even if she hadn't, she'd expect me to at least pay a little attention. I had to pay attention to something that wasn't the way my belly kept jolting out and pushing me back into the seat and making me rock back and forth and god fucking dammit!

They weren't getting any slower. But they were still pretty soft. It was okay. It was okay. I could do this. At the very least, I was keeping it low enough that she couldn't hear it over the audio. That was good.

Fuck, but what if they got worse though?

"Susanna—" I jumped again at her voice, and this time she actually noticed. Fuck. The smile fell off her face and she tilted her head at me. "Susanna, are you okay?" I nodded quickly, but my hiccups chose right then to start shaking me harder, and I couldn't look at her. "...do you..." her hand slowly touched down on my back, and of course I hiccuped back into it like an idiot. "Do you have the hiccups, Susanna?"

fffffffuck, she said the word. How the fuck did she turn me on so much just by saying the word? What else could I do. I nodded.

"Oh. Um..." When I looked at her again, she was looking away and her lips were pursed. Was she upset? Before I could worry too much about that, though, she turned back to me. "Those look sort of rough. Would it help if I rubbed your back or your chest?"

...what?

I nodded slowly, and she smiled at me like the angel she fucking was. "Okay. And if you need to leave, you can. But, um..." she blushed. "I-is it okay if I stay here? I sort of...I can't...I want to focus on this?"

"O-of course th---that's okay! *nnk!*" One of them made an audible noise and I clapped a hand over my mouth. She giggled. Fuck, Kiran was giggling. How the fuck was I supposed to deal with this? "We're here for th---the movie. For y---you to enj---joy it."

Her lips pursed again. "I want you to enjoy this date too though..." after a few moments, she tugged my arm and I slowly stood up, and then she pulled me over and she

oh fuck, she sat me in her fucking lap.

She held me from behind and rubbed my chest, pulling me so my head was resting between her breasts and fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck. "Is this comfortable, Susanna?" I nodded. "Alright. You don't have to try and keep them all completely silent. If you need a break from doing that, I could, um..." I looked up and saw that she was flushed. "I-I could muffle them for you. With my hand. Or you could use me for that."

I imagined having her hand over my hiccuping mouth and unlocked a new sub-kink. God fucking dammit.

But yeah. Yeah. This was okay. This was better than okay. This was perfect. I nodded more. "Okay. Tell me if there's anything you need. But, um, I'm going to focus on the movie again now, okay?" I nodded as hard as fucking possible, and somehow I could feel her smiling from behind me. And as my hiccups kept going, she kept talking about shit I didn't understand in the movie, even when I actually did pull her hand up and have her start holding my hiccups back for me. I wasn't distracting her. It was okay.

I still did my best to keep them silent, though. Just for my own sake. If anyone but my partners ever heard me hiccup, I might literally evaporate.

Which made the fact that I kind of still wanted that to happen really weird, but what could you do.

[rickorty4thesoul]

Just a small excerpt from a fic <3 Sexual but in a crack/humorous kind of way? Basically just Morty seducing his grandfather for his own personal gain.

Rick looked up quickly, and almost choked at the sight of his grandson just standing there leaning against the doorframe in a skimpy outfit.

His eyes traveled downwards, taking in the pale bare skin that was showing in too many places, and what was covering anything was very, very fitting...aw fuck. Rick's head snapped up and he forced himself to look at Morty's face and nothing else.

"What-" He finally choked out, "What the actual fuck are you wearing?!" When did Morty even get this outfit, he hated shopping. And why was Rick only seeing it now? The scientist shook his head to clear away the thoughts. 'Keep it together, Sanchez. You can be a horny fuck later.'

Morty shrugged innocently, the movement causing the bottom of his top to hike up higher, giving Rick a very good view of the boy's chest before it fell back down. "I wanted to try something new. You don't like it?" He asked, worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. "Y-You said you didn't care about things like this, so I thought... I'll go change."

Rick inwardly groaned. Great, wasn't he supposed to support whatever his grandson wanted to do with his body and life? Beth will definitely kill him for this. "Fuck-no, Morty, it's fine, I was surprised that's all. Don't get your panties in a twist. Wait, are you actually wearing panties?"

Morty giggled at that, the sound making Rick have to cross his legs quickly, lest he let the whole world know he was enjoying this too much. It was almost like the kid was doing this on purpose...

Yeah, right. That was just the wistful thinking of a demented old man. But, damn, the brat was lucky he had SOME morals and cared too much about him to do anything when he wanted nothing more than to ravish the boy in front of him.

Said boy frowned and moved towards Rick, taking his face in his hands. "Are you okay, Rick? Your face is red, are you running a fever," he asked, looking up at the scientist from his long eyelashes. "Is there something I can do to help? Water, medicine, something sweet maybe? That always makes me feel better."

Rick stared, open-mouthed, before nodding slowly. "Yeah, something sweet..." What the actual fuck was wrong with him?

Morty's entire face lit up, and he reached into his pocket pulling out a lollipop, before unwrapping it and popping it in his mouth. He slowly twirled it around in his mouth with his tongue, making it way more suggestive than sucking a lollipop should ever be.

Morty noticed Rick's surprised stare and smiled smugly. 'Bingo!' He mentally cheered. This had to have been the first time he had seen his grandfather completely speechless. Just a little bit more and that gaming console was all his.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want one? I only have this one, but I could share it with you," he said, giving the lollipop an extra roll around in his mouth. He watched as Rick's eyes followed every movement, the old man's Adam's apple moving up and down nervously. Morty's eyes narrowed in concentration.

Time to step it up a notch. He climbed up on the old man's lap, placing his hands on the back of Rick's chair and pushing him back slightly. Rick's eyes snapped wide open in panic, and finally tried to push Morty off him. "Okay, okay, whatever you're playing at you need to stop. Hey, are you listening to me?!"

Green eyes sparkled with amusement and Rick realized the little shit was enjoying this. What was his game plan? Was this a dare or was he trying to embarrass him by making him get a hard-on. Which if that was the case, then we have a winner! And the little bastard had the audacity to look confused!

"What do you mean? Can't I spin time with my grandpa without going on adventures? You never want to hang out with me anymore," Morty muttered, shoulder's drooping.

This was probably the part where Rick should comfort his grandson, promising to spend more time with him and all that sentimental bull crap. But he could only seem to focus on the lollipop in Morty's mouth glistening with spit, his legs trapped between the boy's thighs, and how he could clearly see down his shirt if he chose to do so. Morty pouted, and it took every last ounce of willpower not to capture the boy's lips in his own.

"Whatever, I don't know why I even try to talk to you anymore," Morty muttered, getting up.

"No!" Rick dragged him back down, and the boy let out a surprised squeak, face now as red as Rick's. "I mean, ugh, fuck you Morty, I'm listening okay. Now, what could you possibly want?" Rick snapped, trying to ignore the body squirming against his. "Look, let's talk, but for fuck's sake, go change first. You're distracting me."

“And what if I don’t wanna?”

"Why you little brat-I'll give you whatever you want, just get out of those fucking clothes!"

"Whatever I want, really?" Morty's squealed excitedly, "Even a Nintendo Switch?"

“Um, yeah, sure?”

Morty jumped up with a cheer almost knocking Rick out of his chair. He pulled Rick’s face back towards his and kissed him sloppily on the cheek multiple times. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, you’re the best grandpa in the world! Haha, fuck you, Summer!”

Wait, what?

Morty must have seen Rick’s confused look because he smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Uh, would you be mad if I said this was a dare to get you to buy me a switch?” He chuckled nervously.

Any sexual feelings that Rick had felt only moments before was now replaced by red-hot anger. A dare? This was all because of a dare. He went through all this embarrassment because of a fucking childish dare?!

“Morty, you son of a bitch, I’ll kill you!” He growled, grabbing for the boy. Morty yelped, barely dodging Rick’s hands, and scrambled up the stairs. “No take backs!” He chirped. “Oh, and you can have this, I hate blueberry.” Morty tossed the lollipop down hitting Rick square in the face, before running off, cackling.

Silence once again engulfed the garage, leaving only a very flustered, and very embarrassed man. Rick popped the lollipop in his mouth and crushed it between his teeth, thinking of every non-lethal way he could get back at his fucking sneaky ass grandson.

[priderock-inc]

Prompt idea: Scar needs to find a plus-one to take to an annoying family wedding so he won't die of boredom.

"You brought-" Zazu's stomach twists- "Shenzi as your plus-one?"

Scar grins at him. "Indeed." 

"Hi there, Zazu," Shenzi chirps. She's wearing an extremely revealing fringed dress in an eye-watering shade of pink and strappy heels so high that Zazu's own ankles can't help but ache, and from the looks of it, the cocktail clutched in her hand isn't her first of the evening. "Nice to see ya here!"

Zazu swallows. "Yes, well. I didn't know you two were... together. Well. Congratulations."

Shenzi guffaws, somehow managing to elbow Scar with losing her balance or dropping her drink. Scar smiles tolerantly and straightens his tuxedo jacket (bespoke, Zazu can't help but notice, with a very flattering cut) with his champagne-free hand.

"I'm sorry, am I missing something?"

"We aren't," Scar explains. "Together, if that's what you mean. She's just here to scandalize my father."

"And to keep ya company, Mr. Antisocial," Shenzi adds cheerfully, elbowing Scar in the side again and causing her numerous bangles to jingle. "And for the free food. Scar's cute and all, but he's my bestie, not my type, y'know? Speaking of cute, Zaz, what'cha think of his hair? I did it myself."

"Zazu, if you please," Zazu corrects pointedly. He's suddenly regretting his earlier decision not to drink anything tonight.

"Yeah, yeah. How 'bout you, though, what'cha doin' here? You got a hot date tonight?" 

"I'm- no, I'm here at a request from Sarafina. She asked me to accompany her, as a friend," Zazu adds hastily, "and she came down with a cold. So I'm here as her proxy now, I suppose."

Shenzi takes a long and rather inelegant slurp of her drink. "Wow, Pride Rockers everywhere ya look. Talk about mixin' business with pleasure." 

"This is, after all, a family affair," Scar drawls. He looks Zazu up and down.  "You certainly clean up nicely, don't you, Zazu?"

"Thank you," Zazu mumbles, and fights the urge to fidget. "Isn't this just like what I wear every day?" 

"No, I don't think so. Your suits are usually gray or navy. Black looks good on you. Besides, this tie is different."

"Speakin' of ties-" Shenzi bursts out laughing.

Scar shudders. "Please, Shenzi. I've no wish to lose my lunch."

Zazu glances over the sea of heads in an attempt to find the CEO. "Let me guess, one of Mufasa's collection?"

"It has doves on it. Doves."

"How apropos for a wedding."

"I swear, one of these days-"

"Oooh, they're rollin' out more kebabs! Dibs dibs dibs. Want anythin', you two? Here, you drink this." 

Shenzi grabs the champagne glass from Scar and shoves it into Zazu's hand before Zazu can protest. "Sorry, Scar, he needs it more than you do. I'll get ya another one, okay? Stay here."

She sashays off, fringes swaying merrily, and Zazu immediately pushes the drink at Scar.

"No, no, I think you do need it." Scar hands it back. "This is a wedding, after all- a happy occasion, and here you are, looking like you've just come from a week of overtime."

"I'm fine."

"It's an excellent Dom Périogn. Quite good, you might like it. Unless you prefer red?"

"I don't plan on-" Zazu huffs, and promptly decides that throwing caution to the winds is an excellent idea, despite knowing full well that it's a terrible idea. "Fine. You're paying for my ride home."

"Oh, excellent." Scar leans forward, eyes glinting. "I never get to see this side of you at work, Zazu, what a treat."

Zazu takes a sip of champagne. It is quite good. "That would hardly be professional, Scar."

"No, but you're off the clock tonight, aren't you?"

Shenzi comes clicking back with another glass and a handful of skewers in a delicate paper napkin, and Zazu tosses back the rest of the sparkling liquid.

"Here ya go," she announces, pressing the champagne into Scar's hand. "Oooh, he actually drank it?"

Scar takes the empty glass from Zazu's fingers, exchanging it for the full one. 

The music swells suddenly. Maybe it's fate. 

Zazu drinks the second offering as the lights grow dim.

[maximoffslilwitchintraining]

crowns of apple trees

Summary: Sweet and short ;) With witchy cottagecore Wanda

Words: 800

Warnings: fluffy, cottagecorewanda, fairtale vibes, mind control, aggy the cat, gn!reader

it had been warm and sunny all day so now as the sun set you wandered down to the small lake, not that far away from your home. Floating in the sparkling water you let the cool lake chill your warm skin. Just about catching the last rays of the sun, you lay drying off in the grass. It was just cosy enough that you foolishly drift off. 

When your eyes open once again you’re surprisingly not met with a star-speckled sky but rather the bright sun blinding you. You squint to protect your eyes, and soon you’re given relief as the shadow of a woman is formed above you, with crowns of apple trees, fully in bloom all around her.

She looked angelic as the sun shone through her loose button-up with her sleeves rolled saving the white fabric from the threat of a spill. Red, soft strands shaded her face as they fell out of the otherwise neatly plated hair.

“Are you alright there honey?” You blinked trying to recover.

“Where am I?” You whisper in a raspy morning voice.

“Well, it seems you’re in my garden.” She smiled.

“Oh I'm sorry” You sat up in a hurry.

“Woah, careful there.” She leaned down catching your arm in a soft grip.

“Are you alright?” Her eyes stayed on you as yours wandered through the green landscape around the two of you.

“It’s really beautiful here.” You smiled. it was almost unreal.

“Well thank you, I have been told I have a green thumb.” She smiled as your look of surprise clearly showed.

“Oh this is more than a green thumb it's almost magical. I’m impressed.” She simply smiled at that.

“Why don’t you come inside, have some tea and you can tell me more about yourself.” Your cheeks were already warm from the sun, but something about her intense eyes got you feeling warm all over. 

You followed her up a small path, where she’d now and again turn to look you over and give you a smile before continuing on. Once at the little cottage, you watched her take two steps in through the door before reaching out an open palm.

“Watch the threshold, it's easy to trip.” It wasn’t all that high but you took her hand anyway.

You let yourself explore as the woman tinkered in the kitchen. Your fingertips graced against the lace curtains before stopping at the sight of the small furball perched on the window seal,  sunbathing like she had no care in the world. which you supposed she didn’t seeing as she was a cat. 

“Aggy.” You spoke as you traced the letters embroidered on the blanket she rested on.

“short for Agatha.” The woman told you as she placed green cups on their saucers.

“She's beautiful, can I pet her?” you asked eagerly.

“Yes of course, but if you do she’ll never let you leave.” She winked, and you thought you’d happily spend forever doing just that.

“Do you take honey in your tea?” You heard her voice as you scratched Aggie's chin.

“Yes, ma’am.” You watched the cat yawn and stretch. Living the dream life you thought.

“Ma’am huh?” She laughed “I like it, but you can call me Wanda.”

“Oh, okay Wanda.” You turned to smile at her. She’d let her hair out of the braid and it was now flowing over her shoulders, just as the sun had done in the garden.

“I’m Y/N.” You get yourself seated at the table and the cat follows, hopping up into your lap and snuggling into your belly.

“While I can’t say I have a lot of visitors, she’s never taking a liking to anyone quite this much.” She smiles reaching out to pet the kitty. You swallow a bit of nervousness as you become very aware of her closeness.

“Well I like her equally:” You say those words with certainty, as you look into Wanda's eyes. She tilts her head at that watching you. A sudden sense of uncertainty hits you and your gut tells you you may have overstayed your welcome.

“I’m sorry, I should probably get going.” You shift in your seat.

“Oh, but you haven’t touched your tea.” She frowned.

“Oh, I’m sorry Wanda but I really shouldn’t bother you any longer.” You assure her. You turn your head searching for the door. The woman's palm finds your cheek and guides your eyes back to hers.

“Nonsense, won’t you stay a little longer?” Watching her green emerald eyes take a red hue, as any doubt seeped out of your body, instead becoming relaxed against the wooden chair.

“Well, I guess an hour or two won’t hurt.” Your hand went back to the soft fur of a sleeping Aggy in your lap.

“Aa, now that's what I want to hear, little one.” She basked in her triumph.

[loquaciouscat]

Tales of Miku - a short fanfiction about Serirei and Miku Day

On March 9...

Reigen enters the office, with a small snack in his hand. A bit later than usual, he stumbles into his chair without looking around, zoning out, already thinking about how he is supposed to make up for the waiting documents, two clients who are supposed to get in about 15 minutes later, him looking like a hot mess (he fell asleep on his couch yesterday watching a stupid soap drama and he was late) by the way he still needed his morning tea, hell, would the water boil in 15 minutes? He needed to-

His train of thought is disturbed by Serizawa's unfamiliarly cheerful sound.

-Reigen-san, good morning!

Reigen finally tears his eyes away from the nothingness he was staring at, squinting his eyes and looking up at Serizawa. His voice is way too high-pitched for the awful morning he started with. Also well, he looks, uh, different? His eyes are sparkling, wearing a proud bright smile. It is cute, to be honest, wait, you're not supposed to think about that coworker, god not again, we had this convo for the hundredth time now-

-How are you doing today?

Huh. Is that a.. cyan tie?

-Good morning to you too, Serizawa...

-I already made tea!

Oh. He doesn't need to worry about the tea at least. Although, he still needed to figure out what the hell was up with Serizawa.

He stares at Serizawa's hand unintentionally while he is handing the tea carefully. Wait wait, colorful bracelets now? He is wearing colorful bracelets? At work?

-Not quite chatty, are we?

Reigen shrugs, still debating with himself if Serizawa secretly got possessed or not by a teenage girl's spirit. "Not really. Had a not-so-great night. I keep getting reminded by my body after my 20s your body is not so kind back to you if you fall asleep in weird places. Anyways-"

Reigen stops mid-sentence, shuffling a bunch of papers and taking one, pushing it to Serizawa's chest quickly. "-please take a look at these. The next client is coming in -he glances at the clock- 7 minutes, so we don't have much time left. It sounded like a real spirit this time, so I took notes while talking on the phone."

-Oh! You don't have to worry about that, Reigen-san!

Reigen just stares at Serizawa with a dead-pan face.

-Respectfully Serizawa, I am pretty sure by judging the fact running this business for 4 years I know what I'm talking about. Please just read the papers.

-I canceled the appointments already!

Reigen's jaw drops this time, feeling his patience wearing thin. He takes a deep breath, no Reigen, you cannot start screaming out of frustration at 9.23 a.m., just reply to him kindly. There has to be some kind of emergency for Serizawa to do something like that without asking him first.

-Is everything okay Serizawa? What's the reason for that?

-We are celebrating!

Quick fact check. Is his birthday today? Nope, just celebrated it a few months ago. He does know there are still a few weeks before Serizawa's birthday, hmm, is it one of the kid's birthdays? Nope, not that either. Hell, he is not graduating either is he? Then what-

-Today is Miku day!

It takes a few seconds for Reigen to come back to his senses with the blow he has just received by the absurdity of where this conversation is leading to.

-There are many artists' stands opening up around the city, so I thought we can go together! Here!

Serizawa goes through his pockets, offering matching cyan-grey-pink bracelets Reigen has just seen Serizawa wearing a second ago.

-I even got one for you! I figured we can go matching!

Reigen could swear there was a hint of blush on Serizawa's face if he didn't think he was hallucinating.

-Miku as... the robot singer Miku?

Serizawa's face darkens with a single warning. As he speaks, his voice drops 3 octaves.

-She is not a robot.

Reigen takes away with the sudden change of mood, getting worried, and sweating as he speaks.

-O-of course she isn't! I didn't mean it that way! Um, she is...

Serizawa pierces Reigen's soul with his darkened gaze while he waits for Reigen's next words. Reigen gulps a bit too hard, hurting his throat.

-She is um... Vocaloid.. singer?

Serizawa's face brightens as if cherry blossoms are blooming all over the city, getting right back to his cheerful tone.

-Yes! As you know, I am proud to say I am one of her biggest fans, and also I don't need to mention how many events are happening everywhere! We are going to have so much fun together! There are lots of merch dropping just for the day alone, oh my, I don't need to mention...

Reigen zones out, cursing under his breath about how he didn't see this coming. Cyan tie, dark grey suit, grey shirt... It is Hatsune Miku's color palette. Of course, Serizawa was a big fan, judging by the amount of time he was stuck at his house as a hikikomori, it would be weird if he wasn't into anime and Vocaloid or something, he guesses.

-...We are going to have so much fun together! Right, Reigen-san?

Reigen snaps right back to reality, finding Serizawa with that soul-piercing stare again, but with an uncanny smile this time. It was threatening, he knew his expression was unintentional but it didn't make it less scary, like if he said no there would be another accident that blew up the whole city like Mob.

-Haha, yeah! I love Miku! Yay! Yippie! Let me grab my jacket and we can go!

While Reigen grabs his jacket and watches Serizawa buzzing with excitement, he thinks of a way to look up information about whatever the hell these virtual singers are about so he doesn't have to face with terrifying looks of Serizawa.

[teaberrii]

Chapter Twenty-Three: The President's Decision

You and Cyno can’t be more different. He’s Akademiya’s perfect student council president. You’re a labelled, cursed delinquent who changes into a cat for eight hours when kissed.

When Cyno gets a complaint about you, he’s forced to take action, only for it to lead to unexpected circumstances.

Cyno/You

Notes:

Cross-posted on Ao3

Chapter index at the end of chapter one

“So… does this mean you’re into furries? Not judging.”

Back in the house, after Cyno and your family explain your curse, he’s expecting Nahida to have some profound questions.

Well, guess not.

Cyno almost chokes on his water; most of your family laughs. Jebrael cracks a rare smile but quickly regains his composure. You’re sitting on Cyno’s lap, your tail swishing as you engage in a staring contest with Nahida. Then, she leans over and scratches your head.

“Wait, wait. So, is Cyno supposed to break this curse?” Nahida asks, her eyes sparkling.

You tilt your head up just as Cyno looks down at you. “Her transformation has been taking a little longer than usual,” he says.

Nahida smiles. “Ooh, making progress, at least.” She picks you up and snuggles you. “I want to keep her!”

“She’s still a person, Nahida,” Cyno deadpans.

“That’s the best part! It’s like… pet-on-demand.”

Cyno sighs. “I think we’ve overstayed our welcome. We should get going.”

"Nah, it's always nice to have company over," Rahman says. But, then, he looks at Cyno. "Do you know you're the first person Ojou brought home?"

“Wait… as in like a boyfriend?” Nahida asks. “Or…”

“Just anyone,” Rahman answers.

Nahida nudges her cousin and gives him a small smirk. “I bet someone is pretty happy about that.”

Of course, he is. But instead, he gives Nahida a deadpan look.

“When will you come by again?” Jebrael’s son asks Nahida.

“Aw,” Rahman coos. “Someone made a friend.”

You hop from Nahida's into Cyno's arms. He smiles and gives your head a quick kiss. Nahida pouts. "Well, it seems I'm still no match for Cyno."

Cyno carries you to the front door. Then, you jump onto the counter, your tail swishing upwards as you watch Cyno and Nahida prepare to leave.

“By the way,” Jebrael says. “We’d appreciate it if you kept her secret to yourself.”

“Of course,” Nahida says. “I… don’t think anyone would believe me if I told them anyway.”

Cyno suddenly thinks of Alhaitham and quickly shakes the thought of him away.

“Bye, Nahi-chan!”

"Nahi-chan?" Rahman asks, raising a brow at Jebrael's son, who's in his father's arms. "You come up with nicknames fast, kid."

“Bye, my brotha!”

Cyno looks at Nahida. “What did you just call him?”

Nahida frowns. “You’re too old to understand.”

Cyno scoffs. He waves at you and your family and follows his cousin out the door.

◆◆◆

“Relax, Catnip.”

It's the day you're going to tell Candace and Tighnari about your family and debunk all the weird rumours they might've heard about you. But you've been nervous, so Cyno gives you a light massage to calm you down.

“You’re overthinking it,” Cyno whispers in your ear.

“P-prez!” You gasp when his lips find your neck.

Cyno chuckles. "Sorry, Catnip. I couldn't help myself." Then, when he sees a faint blush on your cheeks, he smirks. "Did I make you even more nervous?"

Suddenly, you spin around and lean closer… and closer until Cyno’s back hits the wall. “Looks like I should be the one asking that question now.”

Cyno puts his hand around your head and brings you closer. “Are you testing me, Catnip?” His eyes land on your lips. “I wouldn’t want you to miss the rest of your classes.”

“Get a room, would ya?”

You quickly move away from Cyno and see Candace and Tighnari a few feet away. Tighnari is snickering, while Candace has a sly smile on her face.

"I always thought you wouldn't like to show affection in public, Cyno," Candace says as she and Tighnari sit before you.

“Well, I guess he’s too in looove.”

“Very funny, Tighnari,” you deadpan.

Tighnari laughs. “Is he showing you too much love, Catnip?”

Candace laughs. “Okay, okay. We’re not here to grill them on their relationship.” She looks at you. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

That's when you tell them about your family, Scaramouche, your memories, and everything that's happened. By the end, both are left speechless, and Tighnari's jaw has dropped.

“I… wow… I… what?”

Candace rolls her eyes. “Very eloquent of you, Tighnari.”

“Well, it’s better than saying nothing!”

“I’m so sorry that happened to you, Catnip,” Candace says. Then, she mutters, “I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.”

Tighnari pulls you into a tight hug, but when he hugs you a little too tight and for a little too long, Cyno clears his throat. Then, after letting you go, Tighnari says, "Where is the little he-devil today, anyway?"

“Maybe torturing Nahida’s classmate."

“You shouldn’t joke about that, Candace!” Then, Tighnari turns to you. “So… is Scaramouche here because he wants revenge on what happened to his mother?”

“But it’s not like Catnip did it on purpose,” Candace says. “That wouldn’t make sense.”

You and Cyno look at each other. "He might want to take it out on her," Cyno says.

“Ah… you mean he’s just looking for someone to blame?” Tighnari asks. “Like people having ill feelings toward someone who gives them bad news even though it’s not that person’s fault?”

“Yeah… but it’s been so long,” Candace says.

“I think there’s something else we still don’t know,” you say.

“Oh?” Tighnari asks. “Like what?”

“Another reason,” Cyno answers. You nod. “It’s possible he blames Catnip, but looking at it another way, his mother decided to take her own life that day.”

Candace sighs. “This just got complicated, and I don’t like it.”

“Regardless of what it is… are we forming the protect Catnip squad today?”

“I… doubt you’d be of any help, Tighnari.”

Tighnari puts a hand over his heart. “You hurt me, Candace.”

“I’m more worried about all of you,” you say. “It’s very possible that he’ll come after you.”

“What if he sabotages our trip?” Tighnari asks quietly.

“A legit criminal could be after us, and you’re worried about our trip?” Candace asks incredulously.

“Just be careful,” Cyno says.

His friends nod. Then, Tighnari asks, “What about Nilou? What was the point of approaching her?”

“We think he was using her,” you say. “But… I’m not sure what he wanted out of it.”

“If he wanted to start a rumour, he could’ve done it himself,” Tighnari muses.

"Well, maybe he wanted to use Nilou to turn us against you. I mean… it's not every day you hear something like that." Candace looks at her watch. "Class is starting soon."

As everyone leaves the rooftop, Tighnari says, “Man, just like that, it’s like we’re part of a mystery thriller movie.”

“Here’s to hoping we all make it out alive.”

◆◆◆

Cyno opens the door and lets you inside. Nahida comes running out of the kitchen and hugs you with wet hands. It's the weekend, so you're going to be spending time with her while Alhaitham takes Cyno to visit his friend.

“I hope you like video games,” Nahida says, looking up at you.

“Don’t you have homework, Nahida?” Alhaitham comes out of the kitchen and smiles at you. “Hey, Catnip.”

“Hi, Professor.”

“Yeah… but that doesn’t mean I have to do it,” Nahida grumbles.

“It’s not good to procrastinate,” Cyno says. “It’ll become a habit.”

Nahida sighs, and you pat her head. "Let's finish homework first," you suggest.

“Fine…”

Nahida walks to her room, and Cyno turns to you. "Thanks for babysitting her today."

“Of course.”

Then, Nahida comes out with two textbooks. "I hope you're ready to have fun with good 'ol calculus."

"Great," you say with as much enthusiasm as you can. "My favourite subject."

“Don’t give her a hard time, Nahida,” Cyno says.

“Who says I will?” she huffs.

Then, Alhaitham and Cyno are out the door.

In the car, Alhaitham turns to Cyno and asks, “How did you become interested in law? Is it because of Catnip?”

“Why do you ask?”

Alhaitham switches to the left lane. "No one just becomes interested in something out of nowhere. There has to be a catalyst of some kind."

A small pause. And then, “Do you remember the rumours about her?”

“Ah… you mean the one where she punched that boy?”

"It doesn't feel fair that people can get away without taking responsibility for what they said and then go on as if nothing had ever happened."

Alhaitham sighs. “That happens too frequently.”

“It doesn’t apply to just Catnip,” Cyno says.

His cousin chuckles. “A voice for the victims. Is that it?”

“Why did you go into teaching?” Cyno asks. “I thought you hated it.”

"I do. But I have to teach to continue doing research." Alhaitham glances at his cousin. "I'm sure you know this, Cyno, but no matter what profession you go into, you'll come across things that you don't want to do but have to for your career."

Alhaitham pulls up to a large house and parks the car in the driveway. When the door opens, Cyno is surprised to see a girl shorter than him. It's the first time he's seen a girl with bright pink hair.

“Hi,” she says with a smile. “You must be Alhaitham and Cyno.”

A man comes down from the winding staircase. “Hey, Haitham, Cyno. This is my friend. She’s visiting from Liyue.”

Alhaitham and Cyno do a quick introduction as they step inside. Then, as Alhaitham’s friend is making tea in the kitchen, the girl who Cyno now knows as Yanfei keeps them company in the living room.

“Ooh, so you’re interested in becoming a lawyer?” she asks, looking at Cyno.

“Yanfei was the top in our class,” Alhaitham’s friend says, walking into the living room with a full tray of drinks and cookies. “She’s the only one who opened her own practice.”

“Just curious,” Alhaitham says, “Why didn’t you work for a corporation?”

"I did," Yanfei answers. Then, she takes a sip of her tea. "But, I hated the corporate life. Very rule-abiding and has no flexibility. At least for the place I worked at. And… it was pretty dirty."

“Dirty?”

“It’s all about the money,” Yanfei says. She takes a cookie from the plate. “It’s funny how I later had a client where that same company was playing dirty with employee contracts.”

“As in… there were loopholes?” Cyno asks.

Yanfei nods. “It was completely in their favour.” She bites into a cookie. “So, Cyno, how’d you become interested in law?”

“Long story short,” Cyno says, “It’s because of my girlfriend.”

“Ooh, was she an inspiration?” Yanfei asks. “That’s cute!”

“Have you thought about what kind of law you want to practice?” Alhaitham’s friend asks.

“Criminal.”

“A very bold choice.” Then, she looks at Alhaitham’s friend. “You, out of all people, should be able to give sound advice for this one.”

Alhaitham’s friend looks at Cyno. “There’s ups and downs, but… you’ll need a strong heart and will, that’s for sure. It’s also hard to completely detach yourself from a case. Even for seasoned lawyers, it’s difficult.” He takes a cookie. “It’s also about following your client’s wishes.”

“... Are you talking about the case with Jebrael?” Cyno asks.

"You catch on fast. But, yeah, you're right. I knew he was innocent, but he wanted to get the guilty verdict." Alhaitham's friend sighs. "I still remember what he said…."

“I hired you to help me,” Jebrael said, looking him square in the eyes. “That doesn’t always mean getting an innocent verdict.”

“It was the first time working with a client who wanted a guilty verdict,” he continues. “It was also a very different feeling.” He smiles slightly at Cyno. “Every profession has its ups and downs, but this one really takes a mental toll on you.”

“It sounds like you regret it,” Yanfei says, surprised.

"I've had very rewarding times, and I wouldn't trade those for the world," he says. "But, there were times when I thought I wouldn't be able to make it. It's chaotic."

“But you’ve always been an unpredictable person,” Alhaitham says.

Yanfei nods. “I agree. It suits your personality.”

The man smiles and then turns to Cyno. "It's great that you're interested in pursuing criminal law. But don't forget to look at other options, too. Switching practice areas can be a challenge."

By the time Cyno and Alhaitham leave, it's late afternoon. Alhaitham is driving Cyno back when he glances at his cousin. Cyno is looking out the window, and Alhaitham can easily guess what's on his mind.

"If you decide to pursue law," Yanfei said just as Cyno and Alhaitham were about to leave. "I'd recommend Liyue's law school."

“Agreed,” Alhaitham’s friend said. “Sumeru’s law program isn’t as mature as Liyue’s yet. No matter what law you want to practice, it would look great on your resume if companies or clients saw that you graduated from there.”

“Hey,” Alhaitham says. Cyno turns to him. “Was talking with them helpful?”

"Yeah. But… I still have a lot of homework to do." Then, he sighs. "I know I have to work fast, though."

“Don’t rush into anything, though,” Alhaitham warns. “I know some people take at least a year off before they apply.”

“It’s funny how the tides have changed,” Cyno says. “I used to be the one early to applications. Now, I feel like I’m behind.”

Alhaitham slows the car to a stop at a red stoplight. “Well, you might be going at the pace you’re supposed to be going.”

◆◆◆

When Cyno returns home, he and Alhaitham are surprised to see Nahida diligently doing her homework in the living room. You come out of the kitchen with what Cyno assumes are hot drinks for you and his cousin.

“Hey,” you smile. “Welcome back!”

“Am I… seeing things?” Alhaitham asks, looking at his youngest cousin. “Is Nahida really doing… her homework?”

Nahida looks up. "What is that supposed to mean? Of course, I'm doing homework!"

"How'd you get her to be so well-behaved?" Cyno asks you quietly.

You chuckle and whisper, You mean… without turning into a cat?” You hand Nahida her drink. “I have many secrets, prez.”

“Yeah!" Nahida says, putting her pencil down. "Did you know Catnip is actually a really good teacher?" She slowly sips her drink. "Maybe even better than you, Haitham.”

Alhaitham smiles and looks at you. “Well, you should teach me some of your tricks, Catnip. Like… how to deal with a problematic student like Nahida.”

“Excuse me? I’m problematic?” Then, she looks at you and Cyno. “Tell him I’m not problematic!”

“You’re not problematic,” Cyno says, and Nahida grins. “But you’re not an ideal student.”

“Yeah, well, I bet I still have better grades than you and Haitham when he was in school,” she huffs.

You sit next to Cyno on the couch while Alhaitham sits on the adjacent one. “Have you thought about what you want to do for a career, Catnip?” Alhaitham asks.

“I told her to go into teaching!” Nahida says.

Cyno looks at you as you say, “I’ve never considered teaching, actually,” you say. “I tried teaching Jebrael’s son one time… and I lost my patience pretty fast. But that was a few years ago.”

Alhaitham picks up Nahida’s homework and looks through it. “It’s the first time you got everything right, Nahida.”

Nahida frowns. “Calculus isn’t my strong subject, okay? Geez!”

“She picks things up fast,” you say, and Nahida beams.

“Teacher Catnip, huh?” Cyno asks. You turn to him, and he smiles. “It suits you.”

You nudge him. “You think so?”

After some time, Cyno invites you to dinner with Alhaitham and Nahida. While his cousins are in the living room playing video games, you and Cyno are in the kitchen making dinner.

“You sure you don’t want to join them, Catnip?” Cyno asks. “I can handle things here.”

You lean closer to him. "I finally get you alone, and you want me to leave? You hurt me, prez."

As you turn around, Cyno spins you back and pulls you against him. "I would never want you to leave."

His arms are around your waist, and you nuzzle your nose against his. “How did the visit go with Alhaitham’s friend?” you ask.

“It was good. I met one of his friends. Her name is Yanfei, and she’s a legal advisor in Liyue.”

"Ooh, I bet you got a lot of good info." Then, when Cyno doesn't say anything, you ask, "What's wrong?"

"There's still a lot of research I still have to do, but… I really think I'm going to pursue law."

"Is it just me, or do you sound kind of down?"

“I haven’t decided… but there’s a chance I’ll go to Liyue for law school,” Cyno says.

A small silence.

Then, you put your arms around his neck. “Are you hesitating?”

The last thing Cyno wants is to be away from you. Would it be selfish of him to ask you to come with him if he does decide to go to Liyue?

"Prez," you say, snapping him out of his thoughts. "We can talk about it together. But I want you to make a decision that will benefit your future." Cyno hugs you tightly, and you gently kiss his neck. "So, if you decide to go to Liyue, I fully support it."

Just as you bury your nose into the crook of his neck, he says, “I love you, Catnip.”

He feels you smile against him. "I love you too, prez."

Someone clears their throat loudly, and you and Cyno immediately break apart and see Alhaitham and Nahida at the door.

"I thought you're supposed to be cooking, not flirting," Alhaitham says.

“Well, at least we know they didn’t kiss,” Nahida giggles. “Or else Catnip would be—”

“Nahida—”

“A cat?” Everyone looks at Alhaitham. He looks from Cyno to his cousin. “Why the silence?”

“Uh, well, um, anyway, Cyno and I will finish up here,” you say.

Cyno isn’t sure what to make of Alhaitham’s smile. As his cousins walk away, Alhaitham puts a hand on Nahida’s shoulder. “Have you heard of the Cupid’s Cat Curse, Nahida?”

You turn to Cyno and ask, "Does he…."

Cyno looks back. “I really have no idea. I didn’t tell him anything.”

You sigh. “Professor Alhaitham’s full of mysteries… maybe that’s why he’s so popular.”

You’re back to washing the vegetables when Cyno asks,  “Was he… popular with you?”

"Me? Wait a minute. This feels like deja vu. Didn't we have a very similar conversation… a few months ago or something?"

“I thought you were teasing me that time… saying he’s… cute and all.”

You turn off the tap. “Aw, prez, are you jealous?” 

“That’s—”

“You know I only have eyes for you. Back then… and, of course, still now.”

Cyno turns around and brushes your hair out of your face. “You’re making it incredibly hard not to kiss you.”

You press your forehead against his. “Well, didn’t we say we would experiment?”

“As soon as they leave,” Cyno says quietly. “Because I want you all to myself tonight.”

As if sensing another pair of eyes, Cyno turns around. At the same time, you look past him and see Nahida and Alhaitham peeking out from behind the corner.

“Retreat! Retreat!” Nahida grabs Alhaitham’s hand and drags him toward the living room.

◆◆◆

“You don’t need a ride back?” Alhaitham asks you once he and Nahida are ready to leave.

“I can drive her back,” Cyno says.

Nahida nudges Alhaitham. “Hear that? He said he’ll drive her back.”

Alhaitham looks at his cousin. “Is that… supposed to mean something?”

Nahida sighs loudly. Then, she opens the door and says, “C’mon, let’s leave the lovebirds alone.”

“Don’t keep her too late, Cyno,” Alhaitham says.

Cyno frowns. “I know.”

As soon as Alhaitham closes the door, you hug Cyno from behind. Then, he turns around and puts one arm around your waist. He pulls you close so that your lips almost touch.

“Can I kiss you now?”

Your answer is as sweet as always. “Please.”

Once again, your kiss lights a flame within him that has Cyno losing all sense of time and space. You taste like the honey tea he made you before dinner ended. Sweet. And perfectly right. You sigh against his lips and murmur his name as his hands flutter to your waist. Your body arches against his as his kisses increase in intensity. Cyno feels your hand slide underneath his shirt, and as soon as he feels your cool fingers against his skin, it sends his nerve endings on fire. He wants you. He needs you.

One kiss after another eventually leads you to break apart for air. But, Cyno only gives you a second before his mouth captures yours in a ravaging kiss that opens the skies and has both of you craving, begging for more. Cyno has you against the wall; your shirt has already been tossed aside with his, and your legs are around his waist. Both of you are panting softly in the aftermath, waiting for something… anything… to happen until you're lost in each other again.

One moment passes. And another. And another.

But neither of you can wait anymore.

Your mouth is on his, and Cyno’s hand slowly kneads a breast, drawing a moan from your soft lips. As soon as Cyno feels you slowly grinding against him, he breaks the kiss but smiles against your lips. “Needy, aren’t we?”

“Stop being a tease,” you say breathlessly.

Maybe you expect him to pull off your bottoms and have sex with you. But instead, Cyno asks, "Are you sure about this, Catnip?" His question takes you a little off guard. "Don't get me wrong." He can feel his face burning. "You have no idea how much I want to do this, but are you comfortable?"

“I…”

Poof.

You fall on your back into Cyno's arms. You look a little dumbfounded at what just happened, but then you see him chuckle.

“I guess that’s a sign,” he says.

You meow softly, and he kisses the top of your head.

Cyno has just finished putting on his clothes and putting your clothes neatly onto the counter when he hears his phone go off. When he gets there, you’re already on the table, staring at the name on the screen.

“Who is it?” Cyno asks, sitting on the couch.

Cyno looks at his phone and sees a message from Nilou. 

Nilou: Hi. I’m by the park near your place… do you have time to come out and talk?

You and Cyno glance at each other. Talk…? About what? So, he calls her up and puts it on speaker.

One ring… two rings… three rings…

Finally, it goes through.

“Hi, Cyno,” she says.

“Nilou. What do you want to talk about?” Cyno asks.

“I just want to apologize to you in person. I’m… outside your house.”

You and Cyno glance at each other again. “If you’re outside… why not—”

The doorbell catches you and Cyno off guard.

Cyno hangs up the phone, and you immediately jump into his arms. He carries you snugly against him and goes to open the door.

But as soon as he opens it, it’s not Nilou he sees but… Scaramouche.

Cyno has no time to do anything until everything goes black… and his phone left on the table dings with a message.

Nilou: I’m sorry, Cyno…

Chapter Twenty-Four

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Slave-kun's Happy Life in Another World: Chapter 14

"The air is delicious…"

"…………"

Nove spreads his arms and takes a deep breath, while Daine watches him with damp eyes.

Of course it is, it's sparkling.

Sparkling is not a metaphor, but rather the result of the magic being broken down by 'purification' and appearing to sparkle.

The leader and Aki enter from behind the two. Welcome back.

"It's become quite beautiful."

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone. You did a great job, Owl."

The leader smiled and patted my head. If the leader is not angry, then it must be okay.

"No, it's our fault for leaving you alone, but… wow, the bed and my underwear are cleaner than the ones in the high-class inn…"

"…… Did you do all this with magic? You're using too much magic. You're not feeling sick, are you?"

I'm only using about a third of the magic I used when I was in the guild. I never thought I was using too much magic when I was in the guild.

The guy with the shield, who is still as rude as ever, ignores me as I puff out my chest and starts to check my body. That's what a healer is like. But isn't it unrelated to my health to squish my face?

By the way, where is the master?

"I'm back… huh, was it this clean?"

As I was thinking, I heard a voice.

Welcome back. Wow….

"Ah, Hulk. We just got back too… whoa, you're filthy!"

The muddy master came in with a tired face.

After all the hard work I put into cleaning it!

I have been given a new task.

It is the task of thoroughly washing the muddy master who was immediately thrown into the bath.

…………

"Why are you covered in mud?"

"I was supposed to go on a hunting quest alone in disguise… I skipped out for a day… When I finished and ran back at full speed, I got mud all over me… I didn't realize until I got into town…"

"You must be exhausted."

Ah, it can't be helped.

After making plenty of bubbles and rinsing thoroughly, I throw the master into the bathtub.

Before I knew it, I was in the bath too, and the master and I were sitting side by side in the bathtub. Two days in a row. This is the ultimate luxury.

By the way, Nove can instantly provide hot water at the perfect temperature, so boiling water is a snap. Magic is amazing.

I stick my hand out of the bathtub a little and use magic to swish the master's muddy clothes around in a ball of water. This dirt won't come off with just 'purification'.

The water gets dirtier and dirtier. I change the water ball several times to rinse it, and after 'purification', I drain the water and it's done. I've done this set several times today. Magic is amazing.

"Wow, that's some pretty good magic manipulation."

"Is that so?"

"If you can use it that freely, that's enough. It seems like you have a lot of magic power, so you have a promising future."

Hmm, am I good? I don't know what the future holds, but I'll work harder on my magic!

We enjoy our bath time while talking about what happened today.

"Were you okay by yourself today?"

"The master's book of monsters was interesting."

"Oh, you could tell that was a monster? It was pretty easy to understand, wasn't it? That's a handout that the Adventurer's Guild is distributing. Some adventurers can't read, so they've been distributing them with illustrations like that lately. You'll probably encounter the real thing eventually."

"Have you met all of them, master?"

"Hmm, probably?"

So it was a handout. I thought it was an expensive book.

"I wish I could read more."

"I guess so, why don't you ask the leader to teach you?"

"Is that okay?"

"I'd like to teach you, but I'm not very good at it. Okay, when we get back to the royal capital, I'll ask the leader to teach you."

"Please do."

"When you learn, let's go to the library together. The library in the royal capital is huge!"

"Library!"

I have something to look forward to. This will bring me one step closer to being an excellent slave.

The conversation with the master is endless.

Was I always this talkative? Maybe I was a little lonely after all.