#Water the mistakes plant please

[umeneko]

Straight up if I make a mistake tell me at the time of the mistake.

I don’t fucking care how embarrassing you think it will be at time of mistake for me, it will be embrassing but not that bad. Just pull me aside and tell me I fucked up it is not that hard.

If a friend can’t call out their friends bullshit, they are not friends.

Either you are not-friends one of two ways, you feel we have an uneven dynamic where you can say shit to me either in concern for my wellbeing or yours, or you think its fine if I continuously fuck up said thing which is then harmful to me when I am around people that do not give me grace that my friends do.

If you let me continue on after making a mistake it will be like “you let me walk out of a bathroom with toilet paper stuck to my shoe and someone took a picture of me like that” levels of embarrassing later.

mistakes are so normal and human and inevitable and necessary and real. if i make one however please put me to death

[lowkeyren]

NOT EVERYONE KNOWS!

in which — being in a secret relationship with them but they’re all idiots

featuring — dan feng, blade, jing yuan (separately) x gn!reader

wc: total 2.6k, from event req: here!, debut fic for my milestone event yippee, they keep fumbling but it’s ok cus they’re hot, reblogs w comments are appreciated, please enjoy!! <3

#DAN FENG

+ wait… since when are you guys married?!

dan feng? i just know he’s gonna mess this shit up so badly. he’s the high elder, but also the epitome of boyfailure. he really can’t help it, those terms of endearment just slip out so easily when you're by his side.

and it doesn’t stop there. he’s completely oblivious to the shocked silence and wide-eyed stares from others; for example, he might be holding your hand absentmindedly while discussing serious matters, and only snaps back to reality when you cough awkwardly.

but unfortunately, it’s not that simple when the gang (re: high cloud quintet) find out about your relationship. disclaimer: chaos ensues

dan feng immediately sits up upon seeing you enter the room, a fresh batch of tea brewing in hand. the discussion among the group gradually fades into the background as his eyes trail your figure while you carefully pour tea into each person’s teacup.

the piquant aroma fills his senses, and he can’t stop a small smile from creeping across his face when you take a seat next to him. he takes a sip, the delicate flavor enveloping his taste buds, leaving behind a delightful aftertaste that lingers long after the tea is swallowed. 

“—thus we require a substantial amount of time, speaking of which, anything on your end dan feng?” 

he finds himself watching you out of the corner of his eye. “imbibitor lunae…?” and it’s almost impossible for him to tear his gaze away from you. 

“hello? dan feng?” he snaps back to reality, blinking a few times before processing the initial question. “a-ahem, yes. darling, could you pass me the report?” he says, turning to your side.

the room falls silent, and a shocked gasp escapes from baiheng's mouth before jingliu clasps a hand over it; jing yuan shifts in his seat, exchanging a bewildered glance with yingxing. 

“hm..? did you forget to bring it?” his tone is soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the shocked expression on everyone’s face. “are you alright my dear? your face is quite red, do y—”

before he can finish, you manage to find your voice, trying to mask your embarrassment with a strained smile. “no, i didn’t forget the report, and i’m perfectly fine…  though our friends might need a minute to recover.” 

baiheng, still wide-eyed, blurts out, “hold on, are you guys… in a relationship?” 

dan feng blinks in confusion ”oh, did i forget to mention that part?” —to which you hear someone across the table audibly facepalm. 

you sigh, voice strained but laced with amusement, “i can’t believe you never told them we got married.” your words are followed by the sound of a cup shattering on the floor.

“wait… since when are you guys married?!” you pat jingyuan’s back, trying to stifle a laugh. “since last year.”

“seriously, and you never thought of telling us.”

“it was an honest mistake, yingxing.” dan feng replies, crossing his arms defensively.

baiheng shakes her head, “an honest mistake? like forgetting to water your plants, not like forgetting to tell us you got married!”

“well congratulations, i suppose. though a heads-up would’ve been nice.” jingliu manages a wry smile, though she internally cringes at baiheng’s exaggerated (or not) reaction, opting to just let her be. 

"sorry, it slipped my mind.” dan feng's nonchalant shrug only serves to further fuel jingyuan's irk, his eye visibly twitching; yingxing lets out a groan, still reeling from the revelation. you can’t help but chuckle softly at the scene unfolding, taking a sip of your tea. 

“you weren’t planning to tell us at all?!”

"honest mistake."  you can tell he’s just teasing his friends by the way a small smirk appears on his face as he attempts to hide it behind his teacup. (you nearly had to restrain baiheng as she tried to leap over the table.)

well, it seems like you’re not going to get anything done today.

#BLADE

+ easy, just buy me a nice ring and leave the lying part to me.

please. if you had a penny for every time blade almost exposes that you’re dating, you’d have three pennies. which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened thrice. 

the first time was when he received a call from you while in the car with firefly. he answered almost immediately, without realizing that wearing earphones does not necessarily mean he isn't able to be heard in real life, just that others can’t hear what he’s listening to. 

“went to boomerville n the locals said they knew u” —silverwolf, probably.

second was when someone confessed their feelings to you, and he “instinctively” jumped in to say you have a husband. "what husband? i don't see a ring on your finger." so now, that same man won't stop asking you about this so-called “husband” (that doesn’t exist). 

and third time, well we’ll see.

“are you sure you don’t want me to kill him.” 

you huff out in annoyance, “this wouldn’t even be an issue if you hadn’t mentioned i had a husband.” sighing, you push yourself off the bed and turn to face your boyfriend.

“...that aside, how exactly do you plan on handling him?” blade raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his gaze. “easy! just buy me a nice ring, and leave the lying part to me.”

if blade hadn’t seriously considered taking care of the man before, he certainly seems determined to do so now. “hey what’s with that reaction…”

blade’s eyes narrow as he takes in your response. “a ring huh, what are you going to do with it?” you roll your eyes, trying to stifle a smile. “what else? pretend i have a husband.” 

he sighs, “is this really the best solution you can come up with?” (he really doesn't like the idea of you having a husband…that isn’t him, fake or not)  “yup!” you reply with a grin, “i’ll be eagerly awaiting the ‘surprise’!” with that, you plant a quick kiss on his cheek and swiftly exit the room.

oh you’re lucky he loves you. (even though this is totally, 100% his fault)

—

“hmm, bladie? why the sudden interest in jewellery?” kafka smirks, curiosity dancing in her eyes. blade chooses to stay silent, picking out the most expensive ring; and kafka’s expression only broadens with amusement as she watches his intense scrutiny of the display.

“planning something special, are we?” she teases, leaning closer. “or are you just trying to impress someone?”

blade finally glances up, his face inscrutable. “just taking care of business.” he replies tersely, slipping the ring onto the counter along the pile of designer jackets. 

“right… well, i’ll be interested to see how this turns out.”

—

“what?” the man in front of you asks, his confusion evident. 

you tilt your head slightly, trying to gauge his reaction. “you seem surprised. did you think i was joking?” you casually brush a strand of hair away, subtly flaunting the ring to him —and to any onlookers; trying not to crack a smile when you hear a loud gasp followed by a flurry of hushed whispers.

he grits his teeth, clearly embarrassed and humiliated by the commotion. “i didn’t expect you to be married… especially since you never wear the ring.”

“or is it that you’re not all that attached to your husband?” the audacity of this man… just as you’re at a loss of words, a firm hand grips the man’s shoulder from behind.

blade yanks the man back, and away from you. “you’re pushing your luck.”  the sudden motion causes the man to stumble, his face pale with a mix of surprise and fear.

“w-who the hell are you?!” the man’s voice trembles as he tries to regain his composure. meanwhile, you notice a crowd beginning to form around you, with some people eagerly pulling out their phones to record the escalating drama.

“leave, now.” you can tell blade’s patience is wearing thin, dangerously so.

the man’s eyes narrow in defiance. “why should i? you’re the one to talk when you’re hiding behind a disguise.” blade pins the man with a steely gaze, his intense stare making the man stiffen under its weight.

but what you didn’t expect was for blade to turn around, remove his mask and letting it dangle from one ear; he then raises your hand to his lips, placing a tender kiss upon it.

the man’s face immediately drains of colour, and the crowd around you erupts into a cacophony of gasps and murmurs. you’re not sure whether he's more shocked by blades' bold gesture or by the fact that a notorious criminal is standing right in front of him. (its the latter)

the man, now visibly shaken, scrambles away, yelling out a “sorry!” before disappearing into the crowd. blade pulls you away, ignoring the flashes of cameras and ducks into a nearby alley.

the next morning, you wake up to a barrage of notifications on your phone. you discover the group chat flooded with messages from your friends.

“@barcodewrist @[you] explain yourselves”

“Bladie, so that was what the ring was for~” 

“bro i cant believe this old ass man has rizz”

you quickly type out a message asking for context, in which you only receive a link from silverwolf. as you click in, you can’t help but wish you can unsee what’s on the screen.

“‘YOUR NAME’, IDENTIFIED IN ASSOCIATION WITH STELLARON HUNTER ‘BLADE’: WANTED DEAD OR ALIVE. BOUNTY SET AT 3.5 BILLION.” and attached below is a video of what transpired yesterday. 

“great” you mutter under your breath, “not only am i dating a wanted criminal, now i'm one too.” you shoot a quick message to the group chat “any tips on staying out of trouble when your boyfriend’s a fugitive? asking for a friend... and my sanity.”

on the bright side, at least you’ll be greeted by a very pleased blade, now publicly acknowledged as your husband —oh and don’t question the second ring on your finger.

#JING YUAN

+ stop you're not allowed to smile at me like that. / like what?

how do i even start. he’s so smug, please throw a rock at him and wipe that “:3” off his face.

you really do sometimes wonder if jing yuan ever truly intended to keep this relationship a secret, especially by how he practically transforms into a lovesick puppy whenever you’re within a 10 meter radius. 

goodluck because he's also such a tease, an insufferable one. despite that, you can’t deny there’s something endearing about how he always seems to light up when you’re around, his constant teasing remarks making it harder to stay mad whenever you call him out for being “too lax”. 

after all, he may be a headache, but he’s your headache —one that comes with a hefty dose of affection and a penchant for making every single moment spent together memorable.

being the general’s secretary, and his lover isn’t an easy job. 

you’re focused on the task before you; reviewing documents, scheduling meetings, coordinating logistics for high-stakes missions —ensuring no crucial information slips through the cracks. 

but you can’t help but feel a pair of eyes boring into you. it’s a subtle sensation, a weight that pulls your awareness away from the task at hand. you glance up from your desk, only to be met by jing yuan’s gaze, fixed on you with an intensity that makes your pulse quicken.

“jing yuan, what are you doing?” you ask, but he doesn’t answer. though a smile slowly spreads across his face as he continues to watch you. his overwhelming stare makes it difficult to concentrate…

and worse? he looks utterly and hopelessly in love.

“stop, you're not allowed to smile at me like that.” the words come out softer than intended; he leans in slightly, the warmth in his expression only deepening.

“and why not?” he asks, his voice carries a hint of amusement. the twinkle in his eyes suggests that he knows exactly what he’s doing, and it only adds to your annoyance. 

“because” you reply, trying to sound exasperated, “you’re looking at me as if you’re in love with me or something!” —and your handsome face makes it impossible to focus.

jing yuan’s smile only widens, clearly enjoying your reaction. “is that so? i didn’t realise my smile had such an effect on you.” (you hope his pants catch on fire because he’s obviously lying about being unaware of the effect his presence has on you)

“and i am in love with you.” 

that, in fact, did not ease the fluttering in your chest. “shh!” you quickly cover his mouth with your hand; you hold your grip for a moment longer, feeling the warmth of his breath against your palm.

“hmm… so i can't even look at my beloved partner now?” his voice comes out slightly muffled and distorted due to your playful assault on his face. you give his cheek one last, harsh pinch before finally letting him go.

you heave a sigh of relief once you’re sure no one heard anything, you loosen your grip but keep your palm resting on his face. with a playful pinch, you squeeze his cheek. “you tease!” you furrow your brows, though a small smile tugs at your lips despite your effort to remain stern.

you shake your head with a smile, “do you have any idea how hard it is to stay focused when you’re looking at me like that?” the admission slips out before you can stop it, and you feel a flush rise to your cheeks.

“i know,” he replies with a grin, “and i wouldn’t change a thing.”

jing yuan rests his chin on his hand, his elbow propped up on your desk; the warmth of his gaze and the cheeky grin on his face makes it hard to stay frustrated at him. 

“you’re impossible,” you say with a mock scowl, though your tone carries a lighthearted edge. “but it’s also hard to stay mad at you.”

he chuckles softly, clearly pleased with your reaction. he leans in a bit more, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “oh? then would you like to head out—”

“you wish.” you cut him off with a deadpan look, “that stack of papers has been sitting there since this morning, and it’s not going to magically sort itself out.”

you gesture toward the mountain of documents on your desk, which has only grown throughout the day. he sighs, settling himself comfortably into the seat beside you. you pick up your pen as you try to regain your focus again amidst the lingering warmth of his presence.

this time, you really do consider throwing a rock at him when his head falls on your shoulder as he dozes off just five minutes later.

but hey, at least he makes it clear that he’s head over heels for you, even if it comes with a side of embarrassment, and a few near heart attacks. 

MASTERLIST ; EVENT M.LIST

[dollwrites]

sɴᴀᴘ ᴍʏ ᴄʜᴏᴋᴇʀ ! ┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° ᴛᴏᴊɪ ғᴜsʜɪɢᴜʀᴏ

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｔｙｐｅ ┊ standalone

ｃｏｎｔｅｎｔ ｗａｒｎｉｎｇｓ ┊ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, age gap, dubcon, throat fucking, pet names ( daddy ; little girl ), mean toji :3, all characters featured are aged 18+

ｉｍｐｏｒｔａｎｔ ┊ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

“W-wait—!” breath after breath you try to suck in, but every single one is stolen from you as Toji’s hips buck back and forth, filling your mouth with hard, strong cock. the swollen tip batters the entrance to your throat in a relentless, rapid-fire punch that has your eyes watering. with both hands against his thighs, you try to rip your head back and ask for a moment to get used to the way he fucked your face.

”Stop pulling away, little girl.” Toji grunts, a rumble of pleasure in the back of his throat more akin to the growl of a hungry animal than a moan from a man being pleasured. “Not done yet.“

After a desperate moment of struggle, you manage to pull away for a split second. falling on to your butt on the floor, your back smacks against the wall and you heave out a couple of ragged breaths. “F—fuck, daddy…” you mutter, but it’s hardly audible amidst your panting. blinking the tears away from your eyes, you wipe the drool from your chin and cheeks with the back of your hand. “I… can’t… breathe…”

“Did I ask?”

such a simple question, but the weight of it hit you like a sack of bricks, and your wide eyes flit up to catch the daunting sight of him. tall, broad, and blocking out the flickering light of the ceiling lamp as he steps closer, bathing you in his massive shadow. both feet plant themselves on either side of you, pinning you there, whilst a gargantuan fist snatches your hair into it at the scalp, pushing the back of your head flush with the wall behind you. ”Learn to breathe through your nose, or don’t breathe at all. I don’t give a damn.“ looking down at you as your chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, and your mouth hangs open, as if he’s fucked all the muscles loose, he chuckles a bit. “I will put my cock down your throat, sweetheart,” as he tells you this inescapable fact, his free hand flees to your neck, where his middle finger hooks underneath the thin, sparkly choker necklace adorning it. “And I’m gonna watch this break at the same time your will does. You got me?”

if your jaw wasn’t so sore, hanging slack, you would’ve been able to bite down on your lower lip, hesitant about the idea. Toji’s dick was huge, and you could just barely handle it when you would wrap your hands around his base to keep him from facefucking you too deep, but this time, he was going to try and force it down your throat? you swallow around the lump beginning to grow as you stare at the cock before you, shiny with spit and jabbing upwards towards the man it belonged to. he held all of the power.

you nod once, before an abrupt jut of his hips fills your mouth with cock once more. you feel the head push against the back of your throat, but he doesn’t pull back. instead, with his fist tightening on your hair, his knees against the wall as he keeps you in place, he uses a fraction of the strength he possesses to bully his way into your throat. a flustered gurgle dies in your mouth, drool oozing from both corners of your mouth as your hands brace against the floor instead of attempting to push him away. breathing through your nose was harder to focus on than you’d expected, because the much older man was invading your gullet.

the weight of his balls as they smash against your chin tells you just how deep he is, and when you try to look up at him with one eye squinted, to the point of nearly shutting, you see him grinning. it’s a tooth-gritting, snarling grin as he falls into a rough, fast rhythm. never once pulling out of your throat. battering the virgin canal in ways you never thought possible. “Fuck, that throat’s tight!” he moaned, using one fist on your hair to pull you in to meet his thrusting, “You oughta see how it’s stretching, little girl. My cock looks like it’ll bust right through your neck.“

he didn’t have to tell you; you could already feel it. how big he was compared to your throat, and how you struggled when you were stuffed full. your eyes are watering, the sounds that bubble out from your stretched-open mouth are gargles and whimpers, but you couldn’t deny just how good it felt. your pupils blow themselves out with immense pleasure, and you soak through your panties, your arousal sticking to your thighs as he rubs your throat raw around him over and over again.

“Gonna snap this little cocktease,” Toji mutters, and focus his power and energy on plowing into your throat, prodding the bulge against the tight, flimsy jewelry. you can already hear it start to rip, probably from the middle, as he applies an insane amount of pressure against your throat, and you let out a strangled yelp before it shreds in half, glitter exploding into the air and raining down on you, as if it were confetti to celebrate his victorious conquest. gritty glitter gets caught in the spit and cum oozing from your mouth, glueing it to your countenance. “And the same fucking thing will happen every time you wear one of these things around me. Remember that, baby.“

[hysteria-things]

PLEASE WRITE LIKE A LITTLE BLURB OR SOMETHING ABOUT MATT GRABBING READER'S FACE LIKE HOW HE DID WITH CHRIS

thank you😭

TEMPTATION (part two)

𝐃𝐈𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dilf!matt x babysitter!reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you fight to not fall for matt’s charm for the second time the same day, but the tension is too strong that you can’t resist.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: SMUT, swearing, oral (female receiving), fingering, praising/degradation, p in v (pull out method), stomach bulge

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1,563

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i want to get through my requests and sprinkle them into fics so if you see something that seems like it was requested a while ago that’s why LOL

(dilf!matt au originally by @luvs4matt)

clinking of dishes and water running is a good distraction. the sudsy soap coating your hand on the sponge as you wash a plate feels warm on your skin. you’re focusing as hard as you can on your senses, matt standing just a few feet away while you’re helping him clean up after dinner.

he brought evelyn to bed a few minutes ago, and now you can feel him staring into your back. your heart pounds in your chest, thinking about what occurred only this afternoon in this same kitchen. nobody made a peep about it after it happened, but that’s all you’ve been thinking about all day—his cock moving past your lips so naturally, his grunts and groans intensifying the closer he got, his praises, the way he made you look up at him with the soft grip of his hands on your cheeks…

you bite your lip and clench your thighs at the thought, but you shake it out of your head the second it arrives.

you can’t do that again. that was a mistake.

when you dry the last dish and place it into the cabinet above, you jump when you notice matt standing directly in front of you when you turn around. “sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” he chuckles. “i want to thank you for your help today. you know, with ev and all.”

“you’re welcome.” you say quickly, taking a long exhale. “it’s my job.”

his arms cage you in against the counter, each one planted on the edge of it by your sides. he groans, leaning into where his lips ghost yours, and your chest heaves even faster. he takes his knee and parts your legs with it, pressing firm against your covered mound. he starts kissing down your neck, biting at the skin in the process. not to leave marks, but to show you how desperate he is for you as much as you are for him. “tell me to stop.” he mumbles against your jaw, bringing his face up to meet yours again.

your eyes dart over his features, shaking from how turned on you get from such little contact. “i can’t.” you whisper, heart beating rapidly.

“say it.” he murmurs, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, making you gasp slightly. “say that you want me to stop.”

“no,” you say shakily. he’s so fucking mesmerizing that it annoys you, but you’re aching for his touch, his body, him. it’s only been a month of nannying for him, but goddamn do you need it bad.

matt pulls back, frustratingly running a hand through his hair. you let out a sigh, finally being able to breathe when you think he’s going to walk away, but no. he grabs your hips and lifts you roughly onto the counter, caging you in once again by pulling you towards him with a hand possessively wrapped around your waist. “you’re fucking killing me.” he pants, moving to raise your arms above your head to remove your shirt and unclip your bra. he smirks when you help him get off your leggings, throwing them aside. you wince when the elastic of your panties snaps against your flesh when he rips them off.

“fuck.” he breathes, scanning your body over and over again. “fuck.”

your nipples are hard peaks, breasts moving with each breath you take. there’s a sticky mess on your thighs, your dripping hole aching for his cock. he hurries to get his shirt and pants off, eyes still locked on your flushed body.

“look at her,” he says, thumbs spreading your soaking folds. his eyes look frantic and hungry, pupils dilated almost fully as he admires your pussy. he runs a finger up the slit, and you shiver. “she’s practically begging for me.”

the ticking of the wall clock seems to become louder when you watch him kneel, hot breath against your sensitive heat. he flicks his tongue once… twice… three times over your clit, and you jolt with each lick. he runs a hand over your thigh, squeezing the inside before he starts to suck at your bud, also soaking one of his fingers with your juices before inserting it. a hitched gasp is caught in your lungs, matt putting in his middle finger next.

his eyes roll back, tasting you and fucking you with his fingers at the same time. you whine, gripping tight onto his hair for stability. he groans, adding a third, scissoring the digits nuzzled into your cunt. arching your back, you moan from how full you feel already. you’ve never been fingered with more than two, but this—

you snap out of it when he goes in with four, and you’re so wet that they move in and out quite easily. he hums approvingly, the vibration letting another moan slip out of you. the erotic sounds of his tongue and squelching from his fingers make your toes curl. you can feel him stretch you out at the way he moves his digits, and you clench around them.

keeping your grasp on his head, your low moans turn into whines. he’s eating you out like a starved man as if you’re his last meal. it seems that from now on whenever matt is hungry, he’ll just go for your pussy. your eyes flutter, mouth agape when your hands reach to your tits and clutch hard, twirling your nipples.

he pulls his mouth away from your swollen clit, licking his lips to get an extra taste. his knuckles plunge harder, curling his fingers to hit that spot right where you want it. you start to twitch and quiver, the knot in your stomach snapping the second it appears. he slides out the digits from your still-tight hole.

you’re left a trembling mess, settling down from your orgasm when he stands back up. he wants to kiss you so you can taste yourself, but he can’t. sex is one thing, but kissing you is another. it’s more dangerous because if he does, he won’t ever turn back from wanting you.

instead, he forces his fingers into your mouth, and you lick them clean with a satisfied hum. “good girl…”

then, his palms hold the creases of your knees, lifting and spreading your legs open. his dick throbs, wrapping his hand around the base and pumping himself a couple of times to get him harder than he already is. looking at your naked body while he does so makes him grunt, hair sticking to his forehead from sweat. he nudges the head between your folds, coating it before slowly pushing into you.

“come on.” he grunts in concentration, watching your face contort in pleasure when he pushes in inch by delicious inch. “good girl, stretching out for me.”

you let out a small yelp when he’s balls deep, slamming your eyes shut from the pleasurable pain by accommodating his size. “shh, shh.” he soothes you, pecking your shoulder. he starts thrusting slowly, but gradually gets faster when he feels you split open for him. “there you go.” he sighs contently, spreading your legs even wider to get deeper. “what an obedient slut, taking my cock.”

your hold onto the counter for dear life, moans getting more high-pitched until you slap your hand over your mouth. evelyn is sleeping just upstairs, and you have to remind yourself of that. your vision is blurry from the tears forming in your lids, eyes rolling back so far that only the whites show.

strings of cum connect to his thighs and your cunt, the sight having matt drilling into you faster to the point where his tip reaches your cervix. you feel the bulge in your belly when he bottoms out, and that alone has you clamp down on his dick harder like a vice. he curses under his breath when he sees himself peeking out of your abdomen. “such an innocent whore.” he coos, and you moan from the degrade, it being muffled by your palm. “you like this dick?”

removing your hand, you babble some ‘fucks’ and ‘oh gods’ when you clench repeatedly. you start to spasm again, the same hot feeling building up like it did before. you’re not a screamer by any means, but your pants and whimpers alone have matt’s thrusts get sloppier. he notices your expressions and smirks.

“look at me.” he snarls, hips snapping against your ass and grabbing your face with so much force that your cheeks squish. your eyes flutter to look at him, half-crossed. he smiles menacingly at your dumbed out face before speaking. “i want you to look at me when you cum. i want you to look at who’s fucking you this good.”

moaning in response, some spit coats the corners of your mouth. he can tell you’re close by your incoherent voice and squirming, but he’s also not far behind either. you throw your head back, biting your lip to lessen your filthy sounds when you gush around his cock, milking him for all he’s worth. he pulls out with a wet pop and groans, balls tightening as he spurts hot cum all over your stomach.

it takes a load of silence to get your breathing back to normal and your brain less hazy, tilting your head when you realize something peculiar painted with his semen: the letter ‘M.’

he must be so damn proud of himself.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[ghosty-writes-23]

Kneeling Before Her. - Leon S Kennedy.

Ghosty's Notes: okay so this was a random idea I had randomly thinking about Wife!FemReader + Older!Leon (Between Damnation & Vendetta.) also I wrote this on my phone which is something I don't normally do, but it's like 2am and I can't be stuffed grabbing my laptop, so please forgive me if their is alot of spelling mistakes.

Summary: Y/n and Leon had been fighting alot lately, but even with how much they where fighting it didn't stop them from desiring each other.

NSFW Tags: Smutty Content, Eating Out, Pleading, Body Worship, Desperate!Husband!Leon, Hope for the future, Happy Ending.

Used Pet Names: Darling, Sweetheart, Princess, Love, Good Boy, My Wife.

| ID!PROFESSOR!LEON COMING IN 2 DAYS |

!Unedited!

Word Count: 1.9k

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Thank you for all the support, it means alot❤️

-Ghosty :] ❤️🦝

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Y/n and Leon had been fighting alot recently, from small things such as dirty dishes in the sink to Y/n tripping over Leon's alcohol bottles and she had enough. Tonight was like any other night, Leon was coming home from a mission and smelt like a brewery, the pair had argued yet again, Y/n was upset Leon had come home drunk and Leon was trying to justify he wasn't that drunk yet he could barley walk a straight line, she had guested one of the staff from the bar had called him a taxi because there was no way in hell he would be able to drive in the state he was in.

Sometimes she felt as if Leon treated her as if she was dumb, she knew this wasn't what he really thought of her, but when he was drunk he would treat her as if she was an idiot and it was getting on her last nerve, there is only so much a person can take before they snap, as Leon passed out on the living room couch Y/n had thrown a blanket over him and left a bottle of water and Advil on the coffee table before going upstairs to what used to be their shared bedroom.

Leon mostly slept in the spare bedroom when he was home, it was strange feeling to feel alone in her own house even with Leon home. Shaking her head Y/n closed the door and started to get ready for bed, such as doing her nightly routine of showering, changing into comfortable pajamas, drying her hair and doing nightly skincare and brushing her teeth and taking the last of her medication for the day.

When she got into bed, she couldn't help but wonder how did her and Leon's relationship end up like this, she knew Leon had alot of trauma before they had met, he had warned her that he wasn't the most easiest person to get along with but that didn't stop Y/n, she didn't see Leon as the government agent or the weapon that most people seemed too, but just a man that had the worse timing most of the time but once he started to open up he was a complete sweetheart.

When they had gotten married Y/n and Leon had gotten married in 2006 she thought everything would be perfect, they would have a house maybe out of town, maybe a fixer upper they could do together as a couple project, like an old historical cottage that has a nice front yard where she could plant flowers, maybe have a dog or a cat.

Leon would have left the government and got a less dangerous job after he found out she was pregnant, everything was meant to fall into place, but sometimes promises are broken even by the people we love the most, this had lead Y/n to start wondering was Leon still the man she had fallen in love with and married all those years ago, or was that man gone and replaced with an drunk, anger hollow shell of his former self.

Shaking her head Y/n turned off her bedside table lamp and layed back in bed, all this thinking was hurting her brain so she decided to try and get some sleep, even if she had to force herself too.

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Later on in the night the small city apartment was quiet, the only sound was a ticking clock and the soft hum of the fridge, but upstairs their was a soft buzzing sound and muffled soft mews filtering from under the door. Y/n had her eyes closed as she worked the toy on it's medium setting, after forcing herself to sleep only to end up tossing and turning, she knew the perfect thing to put her to sleep.

It was the ultimate relaxer or so she thought, her bottom lip was between her teeth as her middle finger and ring finger where working her clit, her other hand was working the toy inside her quivering walls. She couldn't remember the last time she had to use her toy to get off, usually her fingers would work just fine but she knew her body was craving something or somebody else.

In her mind was replying the last time Leon had touched her, when her hands where gripping his pillow as her hand was buried in it, his hand was in her hair, tugging firmly but not to roughly as he thrusted into her from behind, he had come home from a stressful work day and needed to let off some steam and who was she to say no to her husband, with Leon's stamina they would at least go for 2 maybe 3 rounds.

But she was soon pulled out of her fantasy when she heard footsteps, she slowly turned off the toy before hearing a soft knock on the door. "Come in." Y/n spoke softly soon the door opened and Leon sheepishly walked in only wearing his briefs and no short, he looked more sober but their was still bags under his eyes. "Did I wake you?" Y/n asked causing Leon to shake his head as he closed the door behind himself.

"I'm so sorry sweetheart." Leon spoke as he started walking towards their old shared bed, Y/ was at a lost for words this was the first time he apologized for anything in the past few weeks, so she was a little surprised but before she could get any words out, Leon slowly lowered himself to his kneeled in front of her, his head down as if he couldn't make eye contact with her.

"I'm so sorry for being a shitty husband, I know I should have come to you, I just didn't want to burden you with my problems, I wanted to protect you from them, but instead I did the exact opposite." Leon says before he shakes his head before finally he looks up at her. "I know I don't deserve you Y/n or your forgiveness, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." Leon says causing her heart to skip a beat.

"You really hurt me." Y/n started and Leon put his head down like a puppy that was in trouble, "I know princess." Leon says shamefully. "But I am willing to forgive you if you promise this behavior stops now okay, I want you to go to counseling and get help." Y/n says and Leon listens and nods his head. "I'll start looking in the morning." Leon says causing Y/n to smile ever so slightly and nod her head, maybe this wasn't the end of their marriage.

"Good." Y/n said and just as she was about to move over in the bed, Leon reached out to grab her wrist to stop her, but as he did she knew he felt her hand was wet, she saw his eyes widen slightly before he started to bring her hand to his lips. "Leo-." she tried to protest but soon his lips where around her fingers.

the warm and soft feeling of Leon's mouth on her fingers caused her to gasps softly, their was something so erotic about a man on his knees lapping and sucking his wife's juice's off her fingers, especially a man that hasn't tasted her in months. she watched Leon her thighs clenching together as his tongue gently gliding between her fingers.

But soon Leon let her finger's go with a soft pop, a string of his saliva was between her now drool covered fingers and his lips, he looked up at her she could see the desperation and the lust in his eyes, because her were probley mirroring the same look ad if she was honest she was too pent up to let this moment slip through her fingers.

"Can I have more." Leon asked his voice was more husky but still had a slightly desperateness to it. "Will you be a good boy?" Y/n asked with a small tease in her voice but Leon nodded his head quickly, instead of getting up onto the bed so he could be comfortable, Leon was still kneeling on the ground but moved her so she was sideways on the bed but her ass was on the edge of the bed.

Leon started peppering kisses down her ankle, to her legs and then to her thighs, her body was starting to warm up, her thighs clenching with every soft press of his lips, she was nearly about to put him in a headlock between her thighs. When he finally got the edge of her panties that she knew where soaked, she let out a little mew as she could feel his warm breath against her.

"Please can I taste you now sweetheart." Leon softly pleaded as he looked up at her, she knew he was pulling the puppy dog eyes but even with the bags under his blue eyes and the stubble on his face that she knew would be scratching against her inner thigh. Y/n nodded her head again biting her lips.

She could see a small smile come onto Leon's face, as his index finger hooked into the side of her panties, he then lent in and placed a gentle kiss on her aching clit and quivering folds causing a soft moan to leave her lips and her fingers to go into his dark hair. She heard Leon groan softly as he started to lick and suckle as if he was savoring every moment of this.

His name falling off her lips in sweet moans and mews, the sound filled the bedroom as she gently gripped his hair, this was what she had missed the most between their fighting, she missed the intimacy between them, the love, affection, desire, want and need for each other what they can only get for each other, it almost made tears spring to her eyes.

Looking down Y/n saw Leon's face was buried between her holds, his eyes closed as he feasted on her like a starved man, she knew she wasn't going to last long as she already felt the familiar knot forming in her stomach. "It's okay, darling you can come for me." Leon grunted against her flesh, his stubble starching against her inner thighs.

With Leon's permission she came on his tongue with a high pithed cry of his name, her back slightly arching off the bed as her thighs trembled around his head, Leon helped her ride out her orgasm before he pulled away after placing a gentle and loving kiss on her folds, his face was coated in her slick but their was a small blush on his cheeks and the tips of his ears, there was a slightly glazed over look in his eyes.

But when she looked down, saw that Leon's cock was straining through his brief's he shook his head before slowly standing up. "Tonight was about you, I'll do deal with this." Leon spoke causing her to pout slightly but she nodded his head, he gave her a soft kiss on the forehead before he headed to the bathroom that was connected to their bedroom.

Maybe this was the start of the new beginning, maybe their was hope for their relationship, Y/n could only hope and pray but this was a good start and it could only get better for here....

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[certaimromance]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ Effects of the Curse.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem!reader

Summary: After receiving some outside comments, the topic of marriage comes up. Unfortunately, you and Aaron have different views on the matter.

Words: 2,7k.

Warnings & Tags: mention to marriage, divorce, jack and haley. angst WITHOUT happy ending. established relationship. about a year after hotch's departure from the fbi. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).

Note: As a person who wants to get married, this is pretty personal lol.

You were leaning against one of the kitchen counters as you waited for the water you had put in the kettle to heat up and allow you to brew coffee. Behind you, you could hear your boyfriend rummaging through the cupboard for your favorite mug and carefully placing it next to his, going through the same routine the two of you had already established.

But something was feeling different this time.

It had more to do with your memories of the family dinner you'd gone to the day before, where there hadn't been a single person who hadn't asked when you were going to officially become Mrs. Hotchner, when you were going to take that big step down the aisle, and maybe even expand the family beyond that. It was a little silly for you to think so much about it, because those were the typical comments people made when they saw a functioning couple, and it had happened to you before with ex-boyfriends you took home, but this time it felt more serious.

Maybe it was because of how your heart was racing as you imagined wearing a ring that would show your total commitment to love someone to death, or maybe it was how Aaron reacted, or rather his lack of reaction, and how much that bothered you.

The sunlight streaming in through the kitchen window and filtering through the trees in the yard had you so mesmerized at that moment that you barely felt when his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer to him. You were so caught up in your thoughts that you let out a slight sound of surprise and relaxed a little under his touch.

“What is on your mind? Perhaps the new coffee maker we should definitely consider purchasing?” He asked with a cheerful tone.

Yes, you two definitely had to buy a new one after the old one suddenly stopped working. But that wasn't what you were thinking about. You were a long way from that.

“Sure, we should do that.” Your answer was blurted out almost out of obligation and came out robotically.

He wasn't stupid, nor had he lost the habits of a profiler after so many years as one. He knew you well enough to know that something was troubling you, even if he didn't know exactly why. He pulled you a little closer and planted a small kiss on the top of your head, tightening his grip on your waist a little more to comfort you as he spoke.

“Darling.” He murmured softly, wanting you to give him your full attention. “I can practically see the gears turning in your head, what's wrong with you?”

You, were what you wanted to say.

“Nothing, just...it's been a long day.” That was all that came out of your mouth.

To tell the truth, it had been an exhausting day, and at least you hadn't lied that much. You had been very restless, trying to do many things to keep the destructive thoughts out of your mind, and it had made you quite tired.

���Don't try to fool me. I know you well enough to know when you are lying.” He gently pinched the sides of your waist and turned you to look into his eyes.

“I...I was just thinking about some things my family said yesterday.” You finally confessed, your voice a little shaky, as if telling him would embarrass you.

“Like what?” He furrowed his brow in concern, brushing a hand against your cheek in that way that always made you feel a bit weak in the knees.

His touch was so warm and loving against your skin, and for a moment, it almost made you forget what you were thinking about. Almost.

“Just a few things about how I haven't married you yet, and...” You didn't even want to finish the sentence, feeling your heart beat a little faster as the words got stuck in your throat. “That we don't have, you know, kids.”

Aaron took a quick look at your face as he heard your confession. His heart clenched a little as he realized what you were talking about, and he couldn't help but be curious about it. The topic of marriage and having children hadn't come up much since you started dating because he already had Jack and had been married once. It was a goal he'd already achieved. However, he knew it was a topic that needed to be discussed, as he saw your worried expression and slightly trembling voice.

He put his hands on your shoulders, giving them a gentle massage to relieve the tension. He didn't want to seem careless or unconcerned, so he spoke after pausing.

“And you were worried because...?”

He looked at you with a kind of intense gaze that made you feel like your heart was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. As he massaged your shoulders, you took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself.

“Well, from the way you reacted, I guess.” You admitted, your voice full of doubt. “I mean, I know we haven't really talked about it, but...it's hard to know what you're thinking when the subject comes up and you have that cold expression on your face, like it's nothing relevant.”

His expression softened, and he brought his hands to your face, cupping your cheeks to make sure you were looking directly at him.

“You know very well that I have already taken care of that.” He said softly, trying to find the best words. “Marriage, children...I had that. I have Jack. And he's enough for me.”

Enough for him. Were you too?

His words had a surprising effect on you, leaving you with a somewhat bitter taste in your mouth. Despite this, you maintained a calm exterior, striving to conceal your true feelings.

“And what about what's enough for me?” You inquired, addressing the issue with a candor you had previously avoided. The words emerged from your mouth almost involuntarily.

Hotchner was taken aback by your question. The way you asked it gave the impression that you were accusing him, although he was unsure if this was the intention. He took a deep breath, searching for the most tactful way to respond to your words.

“I...I didn't realize.” He began, pausing for a moment to collect his thoughts. “You never mentioned that you wanted to get married or have children. I thought you were happy with our current situation.”

“Not really.” You admitted, avoiding eye contact as you looked down at the floor. “I mean, I really love Jack, he's a wonderful boy.”

Aaron listened intently as you continued, your words coming out hesitantly.

“And being with you...it makes me so happy.” You sighed and leaned back against the kitchen counter. “But…I feel like I need more. I want more, and I'm not necessarily talking about a child. I want to know that you belong to me as much as I belong to you.”

Aaron walked over and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your hips. He stared at you as he spoke, his voice soft but firm.

“Darling, my love...I belong to you, and you belong to me, and you don't need a ring to know that. If you want one, I'll buy it for you, that or whatever you want.”

You let out a small sigh and leaned closer to him, resting your head on his chest. You could hear the steady beat of his heart as he held you tightly and his body enveloped you in a warm embrace.

“I know.” You said quietly, the words somewhat muffled against his shirt. “But it's not just about the ring. It's about the commitment, the symbol of our union...and how that gives me security.”

He ran his fingers through your hair gently as he listened, his touch soothing against your scalp.

“Listen to me.” He began, his tone affectionate. “I've always been committed to you. From the moment I allowed myself to open up to you to the first night we spent together, and every day since. You know it. Does it really take a ceremony to make you believe it?”

When you looked at him, you felt a rush of emotions. You knew he loved you, and he was right. He had shown you his commitment many times. You had even been living together for a couple of years. But there was still a part of you that longed for that tangible symbol of love.

“I don't doubt you.” You said, choosing your words carefully. “But it's about symbolism. Having physical proof of our commitment shows the world how firmly bound we are to each other. And I know you believe in it. You were married once for a reason.”

Oh, that's a sensitive topic.

He let out a small sigh when you mentioned his previous marriage, and his fingers stopped stroking your hair. It was an uncomfortable and painful subject he didn't like to talk about, especially with you. The memories of his failed marriage were difficult to process, not only because of Haley's death but also because of the many problems that had plagued their relationship before its sad end.

“Maybe I believed that before, or at least I thought I did.” He replied after a short pause. “But that doesn't mean I want to go through it all again.”

“Even with me?” You asked softly, lifting your head to look into his eyes. There was a hint of vulnerability and sadness in your expression, your heart trembling slightly in anticipation of his answer. “Even in the future?”

Aaron observed your expression and the slight shift in your demeanor. He was aware of the impact his words could have on you, and he took care to choose them carefully. He gently traced your features with the back of his hand, his thumb gently moving across your face.

“This isn't about you or time at all.” He said in a soft voice, trying to express his love for you. “I just couldn't go through that again. The expectations, the disappointment, the divorce. It's too much.”

As he spoke, he paused and closed his eyes for a moment, trying to contain his emotions. His previous marriage had left him deeply scarred, and the thought of suffering the same fate again, especially with you, filled him with dread. He silently prayed every day that history would never repeat itself.

But your situation was quite different. The concerns he expressed, which he did not fully explain, only served to increase your doubts. You were aware that Aaron had every reason to be fearful after experiencing so much in the past, but you were surprised that he seemed to be afraid to be with you in front of the law.

How could he be so sure that a marriage with you would end in divorce? If his demanding job could no longer be the cause of the failure, could it perhaps be something else? Could it be you?

“You're not the same as before, and I'm not-” You started to say when you were interrupted by a loud whistle.

The unexpected sound of the kettle whistling gently interrupts the moment between the two, if only for a brief moment, allowing you both to take a breath.

He carefully put out the fire and poured the steaming water into the cups he had thoughtfully prepared earlier. He then added a teaspoon of sugar to each and a little milk to yours, taking care to ensure it was just the way you liked it. As you both watched the hot liquid swirl in the cups, he let out a sigh. Aaron felt a sense of responsibility, knowing he wasn't able to deliver what you desired.

Hotchner handed you your cup with care, ensuring that he did not accidentally burn himself in the process. The kitchen fell silent as he stood next to you while you both sipped your coffee, lost in your own thoughts.

The taste of coffee with a little milk on your tongue distracted you from the heavy atmosphere that had settled between you and him in the kitchen. In that moment, you took the opportunity to watch him closely and try to decipher what he was thinking. Maybe use a little of what you had learned from being with a profiler for so long.

His face was set, and you could easily see the emotion in his eyes. He was not happy with the conversation, and his expression had given him away from the first crossword on the subject.

When Aaron noticed you staring at him in the midst of his silence, he looked up into your eyes and held them for a few seconds. He knew exactly what you were trying to do, but it didn't bother him. Being a profiler, he found it ironic, and a small smile appeared on his lips.

“You can look at me all you want.” He said with a dry laugh. “And try to profile me if you want.”

“It's not that...” You began to say, but you knew he was right. That was precisely what you were attempting to do, trying to discern his feelings, even utilizing some profiling techniques he had taught you himself. You let out a small sigh, feeling a little foolish for your lack of subtlety.

Of course he'd realize. The man could leave the FBI, but the FBI couldn't leave the man.

“I find it challenging not to.” You confessed, tilting your head and taking a sip of your coffee. “I've picked up on some of your habits, I suppose.”

He let out a soft chuckle, acknowledging that you were trying to get a read on him and feeling relieved to see the earlier tension ease. He lifted the cup to his lips and took a small sip, letting the hot liquid warm his insides before speaking in a friendly tone.

“And what have I taught you?” He asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“A few things.” You replied, with a hint of sarcasm. “Like how to spot lies, read body language, and how to read people well. Basically, all the skills required to be a profiler, except how to not profile your loved one.”

“I see your point.” He replied, a soft smile on his face, grateful that things between you were feeling good again. “Perhaps I should have taught you that last part too, but you would have made a good profiler.”

“I would have made a good wife too.” The comment came out before you could stop yourself, and you immediately covered your mouth with your fingers after saying it.

Aaron's smile faded as soon as you spoke, and the tension in the room intensified. He exhaled, a combination of fatigue and frustration, and placed the half-finished coffee on the counter behind you before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“I'm sorry.” You spoke up before he could even open his mouth, hoping to get a word in first.

“Don't.” His answer came almost automatically.

It was then that you grabbed your cell phone after hearing it vibrate, hoping to avoid the situation. “It's the seamstress. Jack's costume is ready.”

He nodded silently as you picked up the cell phone from the kitchen table. The comment was still in the air, and you sensed that he had heard it, but he didn't react at all. Instead, he seemed relieved that the awkward moment between the two was over, if only temporarily.

Thank you, Halloween.

After a brief pause, Aaron inquired gently. “Would you like me to accompany you to collect it?”

“I believe it would be best if I went alone.” You replied after a moment. “I need to take some time to process things, and you need to wait for your son. He will be out of school soon.”

Aaron felt a slight discomfort in his chest at your words. He recognized the truth in what you said, that some time apart might be beneficial for both of you to reflect on the conversation and all that was left unsaid.

And after that, you proceeded to retrieve your keys and walked through the door without so much as a moment's hesitation. This time, there wasn't even an ‘I love you’ or a goodbye kiss as a reminder that all was well. This time, the silence conveyed a message that was perhaps more profound than any gesture or sweet word.

In the end, the marriage was scarier than any Halloween costume.

[moondvncer]

so, since I got all the achievements, here's how to get all the achievements and endings on "a date with death" under the cut!

ALL ENDINGS:

ending 1, semi bad ending. It's honestly the fastest to get. Choose whatever answer you want for the first two days, but during the soul connection on day 3, choose the panicked options as in: “Grim… ma—maybe this is a bad idea…”, and then “I… I think something’s wrong… this doesn’t feel right…”, then “Please… stop…”. The story will finish and you'll get the achievement.

ending 2, you lose the bet (bad ending). Be distant and dismissive, and pick more negative choices throughout the game, don’t water your plant on any of the days. don't open the window to get the flowers until it's your only choice when he shows up with the bouquet, then on day 6 choose: “Vaguely, yeah.” just before the first call, and “I don’t mind. I’ll take the sickness. The taint.”. The story will go on and you'll get the achievement.

ending 3, you win the bet. Be flirty all the way through, do your worst girlie, on day 6 choose: “You really know how to sweep me off my feet.”, “You’re cute. Cute and stupid.” and “How do I stop? What if I give it all away?!”. Once the story is completed you'll get the achievement and a super cute CGI of Grim.

ending 4, dual reapers. Since it's the DLC ending, it doesn't give you an achievement. If you decide to buy it, just choose DLC choices throughout the game, you'll recognise them immediately because there's a ★ next to them, for example: "Do you like me, Casper? ★"

ending 5, wedding. As soon as you suggest what's going to happen if he loses the bet, choose "Your hand in marriage." Joke about a wedding if given the change within the next day. On day 5, choose: “Want to meet the in-laws, Grim?”, and on day 6, choose: “I feel touched!”, and then, “How about a shotgun wedding?”

ALL ACHIEVEMENTS

First Chance at Death: this achievement will pop up as soon as you are finished creating your MC.

The First Day[...] The Sixth Day: you get these achievement as soon as you complete your day in game.

My Little Baby: interact with the pet you choose.

Serenity: water the plant on your bedtable, once is enough for this achievement.

Blooming Flowers: you'll need to water the plant once every day. It's easier if you do this while following any of the good endings.

Untrustworthy: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 1.

Take My Soul: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 2.

Dead Roots: do ths while going for ending 2, don’t water the plant at all. check on it on day 6 and on the last day before chatting; if you click on it by mistake during the previous days, choose not to water it.

Sealed with a Kiss: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 3.

Our Wedding: you'll get this achievement once you get ending 5.

Eavesdropping Champion: interact with the door every single day, and always choose to eavesdrop.

Patience: wait for the very last day. check your Internet browser in game before starting the chat with Casper, and wait for about a minute with the browser open! you'll see a white screen and the text changing from something like "there's nothing here" to "okay, click here to get your achievement", you click on the text and it's done!!!

I really hope this was helpful!!

↳ ☆  “a date with death: beyond the bet” walkthrough

[heartfullofleeches]

Potential Yans for Farmer Witch Reader (besides the living crops)

The Dandelion Witch

"I'm not a weed..."

A plant based witch created from the remains of a dead witch who's corpse became excellent fertilizer for the soil they were buried in.

Does to humans what they do to wild plants growing on their land.

Initially despises Farmer, but later develops a crush after seeing them uproot dandelions in their yard to plant in a mini garden outside their bedroom window.

Turns the heads of humans into wild flowers which they leave for Reader around their farm.

The Scarecrow

"Witch....Give me your heart."

It means that literally.

A demon who seeks out Farmer Witch to devour them and regain the power it lost centuries ago.

"Alright, but please allow me to say goodbye to my farm first."

"Very well...." <- Big mistake.

Develops a soft spot for Farmer watching them wish goodbye to their crops. Denies any feelings for them and claims they gather enough energy from the soil that they don't need to eat Farmer...yet.

Stands guard in their field. Does not do well in bright light so Farmer gifts them a sunhat and burlap sack to put over their head.

The Apprentice Farm-hand.

"I-I'll do my best!... Please give me more work than raking the leaves...."

A homunculus normal human boy who loses his head from time to time. I've spoken of him before - his name is Pliny. Farmer finds him sleeping in their barn and takes him under their wing. Terrified of them at first as he is of all witch, but eventually comes around due to how hospitable Farmer can be when they feel like it.

Wants to become a full fledge witch to protect Farmer, but Farmer doesn't think he's ready for that just yet. Especially after the last time his head fell in a pot of stew.

Peak male-wife if it wasn't for his head not being attached to his body. Makes a mean peach cobbler.

The Woman in the Well

"Come on in, Dear... The water is just fine."

Lives in the lake nearby the farm where Farmer collects their water from. Speaks to them through the well which connects their land to the body of water, pleading with them to visit.

Farmer isn't certain they are female as the voice changes from time to time.

Claims to be a mermaid that will grant all of their wishes in exchange for their hand in marriage.... Or was she a siren?

If they won't visit her, all she asks is they bring her a pair of legs so that she can visit them.

Sometimes when it rains, Farmer can hear crying outside their window.

[daaawnnn]

not my boyfriend!

synopsis: after attending a christmas party hosted by jisung, you were waiting for your boyfriend to come pick you up. but what if you got approached by a stranger instead? or so you thought. genre: fluff, established relationship pairing: bang chan x gn!reader word count: 928 warnings: mentions of alcohol, reader is intoxicated

“Ugh, my head.” You groaned as you clutched onto your pounding head. Your vision had started to become fuzzy as the time went on. That was the last time you’ll ever be drinking that much, you thought to yourself.

Jisung had invited you to play a little drinking game. A shot would be taken every time you spot someone wearing red or green. 2 shots would be taken if they wore both colours. A mistake was made on your part for indulging in his silly game since it was a Christmas themed party. People would surely turn up in one of those colours, if not both. By the time you got to your seventh shot, you called it quits, jokingly calling Jisung crazy for suggesting a game like that.

The rest of the party, you were socialising with a variety of people and dancing crazily with Jisung due to the boost of confidence that surged through your body from the alcohol. In your inebriated state, you could finally let yourself go and act as if you were someone else. Even if it was just for one night.

Once it was coming to an end, Minho had offered to call your boyfriend to come over whilst complaining how irresponsible you were for drinking so much. You just looked at him meekly while he chided you, not understanding half of the words that were spewing out of his mouth.

It was now past midnight. You were sitting on a bench outside of Jisung’s house, patiently waiting with Minho for your boyfriend to come pick you up. His house was booming with boisterous Christmas music which only worsened your headache. Even though the majority of guests had already left, the celebration didn't have to end according to Jisung.

“Make sure to drink plenty of water before you go to bed.” Minho absentmindedly mentioned as he scrolled through his phone. You looked over at him as he spoke, you couldn’t see him that well but you knew that it was him speaking, before glancing around for any sign of Chan. You were beginning to feel colder the longer you waited.

The sound of a car pulling up immediately caught your attention. You spotted a figure in the distance, increasingly inching towards you. You couldn’t make out their face without having to blink every second. The figure eventually stopped in front of you.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He tenderly planted a kiss to the top of your head. Shocked, you pushed him away from you shrieking but to no avail. You gazed back to where you think Minho is, wondering why he was allowing this to happen.

“Woah, what’s wrong? Did something happen?” The ‘stranger’ worriedly questioned.

“Um, yeah, you happened. Why are you touching me? I have a boyfriend.” You turned towards Minho, “Minho why aren’t you helping me out?”

Minho shrugged his shoulders, looking amused. “You don’t need help, you’ll be fine.” You let out a dramatic gasp at that.

The ‘stranger’ was puzzled as to what was happening. He was asked to come, so why were you suddenly pushing him away? “Baby, it’s me. You know, your boyfriend, Chan. I’m here to pick you up.”

Without giving him a second glance, you instantly shook your head. “No, you’re not my boyfriend. Don’t lie to me. You don’t look like him.”

You pulled out your phone and showed the lockscreen to the ‘stranger’. It was a picture of Chan and you with your cheeks squished together with big smiles on your faces.

“See? That’s him. He’s got the cutest dimples to ever exist and his smile is out of this world. You’re not him. I don’t see any dimples and I definitely don’t see a smile that could compare to his. So, could you please go away?” The ‘stranger’ gently took the phone out of your hand, earning a series of protests from you, and lifted it up next to his face.

“Do I still not look like your boyfriend?” The ‘stranger’ said with mock sadness, showing off his dimples with a cheeky grin. You focused on the stranger in front of you and the phone next to his face. As soon as you realised who it was, you threw your arms around him, tightly embracing him.

“Oh, Channie, I missed you.” Your speech was slightly slurred as you smothered him with kisses but he managed to understand what you were trying to say.

He chuckled at your display of affection. “I missed you, too. How much did you have to drink, huh?” He asked, wrapping his arms around you in return.

“Not that much.” You said innocently. He knew you were lying but he wasn’t going to call you out. Not yet.

“Alright, I believe you.” He playfully rolled his eyes. “Let’s get going home, yeah? Don’t want you catching a cold in this weather, love.” He pressed his lips to your forehead then kissed your cheek. You eagerly nodded, agreeing with him.

He waved goodbye to Minho before picking you up and carrying you towards his car. You tried your best to stay awake but it was tough. Being in Chan’s arms could easily lull you into sleep at any moment. The warmth radiating from his body, desperately wanting to fuse with yours, felt comforting. With every step he took, you found it harder to combat sleep until you finally gave in.

“I love you.” You quietly uttered as your eyes fell shut. Chan softly smiled at those words. He caressed your head as you peacefully slept.

“I love you, too.”

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[xoxoch3rry]

𝕄𝕦𝕣𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕞𝕪 𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕗𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜

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Word count: 1,135

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Colby Brock x fem!reader

Warnings: Violence, Murder (fake obvi), fake blood, and curse words.

Summary: You and Colby decide to prank his roommates by making them think he murdered you.

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“Wassup guys, it's Colby Brock here, Welcome back to my channel. So today, I'm going to be doing the murdering my girlfriend prank on my roommates. So basically me and my girlfriend Y/N are going to be 'getting in a fight' and I'm going to kill her” Colby laughed looking at me. “But the objective is to not actually kill me but just make everyone think that you killed me” I give a tight-lipped smile to the camera.

“Right, so let's begin” he smirked at the camera. “Ok, so I just went and checked and everybody is currently downstairs right now.” I smiled, walking back into Colby's room and watching him set up the camera. “Alright so I have this glass cup that I'm going to throw to make it sound like things are being thrown around, Y/N and I are going to scream and yell at each other, and then it's going to go quiet, and then we're going to put the fake blood on her” Colby look at the camera nervously.

“I think I'm gonna go downstairs, and I'm going to cry while I'm down there, but I'm also gonna set up a camera, so yeah. Also, I'm doing an acting class right now so this is going to be practice” I smile into the camera while walking down the hall and towards the steps. I start to focus on letting the tears fall down my face while I had the camera at my side. I walked into the kitchen and saw Devyn and Kat sitting on the counter talking to each other, with the rest of the surrounding boys all taking shots.

“Hey, Y/N you okay?” Devyn asked, making everyone look at me. “Yeah, I'm fine” I faked a smile while looking down at the ground. “Are you sure you're okay Y/N” Jake stared at me “mhm” I opened the fridge grabbed a bottle of water and walked out of the kitchen and into the hallway to set up the camera. I laughed while setting up the camera on the floor under a blanket. I stepped back to look to see if the camera was noticeable. It wasn't.

I ran back up the stairs to tell Colby that we can start. “Ok, we can start” I smiled at him as I opened his door. I hugged Colby tight while taking in a deep breath of air. “I love you and I want to make sure you win this prank war” I smiled looking up at him. He leaned down and planted a kiss on my lips, “I love you” was all he said as he pushed me back onto his bed and started yelling at me.

“WHAT THE FUCK Y/N” Colby yelled loud enough for everyone in the house to hear. “I'm sorry” I cried out “I didn't mean to ok, it was just a mistake” I cried letting the tears form in my eyes. “Keep going” I whispered to Colby as he looked like a wanted to stop seeing me about to cry. He nodded. Counting to yell, “YOU FUCKED ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS!”

“It was a mistake, ok… Please, Colby, please listen to me” He picked up the glass and threw it on the floor as I screamed out from the shock of the glass shattering all over the floor. I moved some of the glass out of the way and laid on the floor, covering myself in fake blood. “Colby, stop Colby,” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “Somebody help me, please,” I cried out. “SHUT THE FUCK UP,” Colby yelled as he banged on the wall with his hands as I continued to scream, then stop. I heard people running up the stairs, and down the hallway.

“Colby, open the door” Sam yelled out as he tried to open the door, but it was locked. “Y/N” Kat screamed out “Y/N please open the door.” “COLBY, OPEN THE DOOR RIGHT NOW, MAN” Jake yelled out. I smiled at Colby as I put some of the blood that was on me onto his clothes and face. I closed my eyes as he got up and walked over to his door. He took a deep breath as he unlocked it and barely opened it to where they couldn't see inside the room. “What?” he asked looking at his roommates, “Is Y/N ok?” Kat and Devyn asked at the same time. Colby didn't answer as he looked to the side of him, “oh my god” Kat said looking at the blood on his clothes.

Jake and Sam's eyes follow where Kat was looking. Jake shoves the door open, making Colby stumble out of the way. “OH MY GOD” Kat screamed out, falling to her knees and crying. “Holy shit,” Sam said, placing his hands on his face, “Colby, what did you do?” Sam asked, looking at Colby. “I don't know man, it just happened,” He said, stumbling over my body and over to his couch, taking a seat. “I didn't mean for this to happen” Colby cried out, tears falling down his face.

“What the fuck happened?” Jake asked, walking over to me and kneeling to look at me. “We got into an um f-fight and I just got so mad a-and I wasn't thinking and i-i just, I didn't mean for this to happen” Colby cried. “We have to call 911” Devyn cried, hugging Kat. “NO, NO, we can't”. “Why not Colby” Kat asked looking at him with tears in her eyes. “Because um… It's A PRANK” he laughed out, wiping his tears. I laughed turning to look at Jake as he just scoffed and got up “NOT COOL MAN, not cool” he looked at Colby as he ran to get the camera.

“Oh, my god, Y/N I thought Colby actually killed you” Kat and Devyn hugged me. “Aww you guys care about me” I hugged them back. “Man, I thought I was going to have to help you cover up a murder.” Sam laughed with Colby.

“Thank you guys so much for watching today's video, if you liked or want to see more videos like this make sure you like, comment, and subscribe”. “Yeah, we got 'em” I yelled into the camera still covered in blood.

After the video was over, Colby hugged me so tight I could barely breathe, “Are you actually trying to kill me” I laughed looking up at him. He laughed leaning down to kiss me on the lips “I'm sorry for yelling at you” he said as he broke away from the kiss “It's okay, but you do have fantastic acting skills” I looked up at him “I learned from the best” I hugged him even tighter burning my face into his chest.

[linkemon]

Modern AU 1

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This part contains: Kinich, Mualani and Mavuika.

Kinich

✧ One day a dog stuck to him. On his collar he only had the name: Ajaw. Kinich didn't have the heart to throw him out into the rain and that was a mistake. Since then he has never left him. He is always barking loudly as if he wanted to add something to every statement. When Kinich has guests, he locks him in a separate room and fights so that he doesn't get out in a few minutes.

✧ Kinich is studying botany. He's really good at it. Students in his class say he'll do anything for money. The question is how much money are you willing to spend to have him write a crappy assignment for you or beat up a mean guy (that's a rumor going around...).

✧ In his free time he likes to play Minecraft. Pixel blocks have no secrets for him. He'd be happy to play with you if you have time.

✧ He also likes very extreme climbing. He has been to every possible mountain. However, Kinich never takes his friends there. He always goes on such trips alone.

✧ He is a huge Spider-Man fan. When he was younger, he could be caught with his mask on, pretending to shoot webs.

✧ He keeps a large collection of plants in his room but as he himself says, he does not pay much attention to them.

Mualani

✧ Mualani is a surfer. The sea breeze in her hair and the water surrounding her. That's when she feels alive. On the board, she finds both a literal and a life balance. She will very strongly encourage you to try it. There's nothing better than doing what you love with someone close to you.

✧ She believes in trial and error. You'll fall off the big waves many times but once you get the hang of it, you'll never forget her slightly brutal methods. She has a huge amount of enthusiasm. No matter what field you want to start in, she'll always be rooting for you.

✧ No one knows how it happened but one day she met Kachina on the stairwell and they were inseparable ever since. Even though the girl is much younger than her. They are together practically everywhere and everyone thinks they are sisters, even though they are not related by blood.

✧ Mualani works part-time at a beach goods store. She once found used maracas there, bought them and now takes them out at every opportunity to show them off. She rocks every party, dancing with them.

✧ She loves her aunt very much but she is very sickly. Mualani helps her as much as she can in her spare time.

✧ She will never say no to a bonfire by the sea. If you want to please her, all you have to do is organize one.

Mavuika

✧ Born to be a boss. Owner of a large corporation, which she came to own through her own strength and effort.

✧ A motorcycle enthusiast. She loves to ride through the city streets at night. Her fiery hair seems to light up the darkness around her. Mavuika often spends time this way and you have to like it because she will take you for a ride very often. And without a helmet. All you have to do is hold on to her waist tightly.

✧ She often wears her black outfit, even when there is no obvious reason for it, such as driving. She claims that she looks good in it and it would be a shame to pass up the opportunity to collect a few more compliments. Her most famous flirty technique is to gently slide down her black glasses. 100% effective. Or so she claims.

✧ Mavuika has a whole wall in her room full of trinkets that she got from friends and family. Her loved ones have been dead for quite a while, so she's had a hard time in life. Despite this, she still remembers them and looks at things with a smile. She'll happily tell you about the stories that go with them.

✧ She is very strong. There are rumors that in the evenings she fights with people from local gangs and even the mafia. It is not known how much truth there is in this but it is certain that no one wants to mess with her. She repeats that she does not need protection. She is her own best protection.

[abswhore]

Just a friend PT2

Summary: You both had agreed to see each other as just friends, but your feelings developed into something deeper.

Pairing: college!fwb!abby Anderson x reader

A/N: not proofread ! I’ll go back in later to fix any mistakes! Likes, comments and follows are welcome thank you for the support !

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It had been nearly a month since that night with Abby, and you found yourself slipping back into the familiar routine of work and school. After that night, you had stalked Abby's social media, contemplating whether to reach out, but you hesitated, not wanting to seem too desperate.

You adjust your bag on your shoulder while walking alongside Dina on campus. "I’m not sure, Dina; I have a quiz soon, and I really need to study."

“You really don’t need to stay for a long time; just drop by for a bit, please.” She begged, her hands pressed together.

“Alright, but just for a little bit.” You relented, and Dina smiled brightly, planting a kiss on your cheek. "Make sure to send me the address," you said.

“Just Come along with me and Els; it's at Abby's place.” You practically froze when you heard her name, causing Dina to raise an eyebrow and ask, "Are you alright?"

“Yeah yeah, I’m fine, I’m late for class I’ll catch up with you later?”

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That night, you trailed behind Ellie and Dina as they returned to the well-known apartment complex. You stood outside the door, feeling anxious and nervously twisting the rings on your fingers while you waited.

The door opened, and there stood Abby’s best friend Manny, someone you recognized from your time going through Abby’s Instagram. He greeted the three of you warmly as you stepped inside.

“Y/n” Jesse smiled brightly as he wrapped you in a warm embrace, and you chuckled while returning the hug. “it feels like forever since I seen you.”

“You just seen me in class earlier.” You playfully nudged him, and as you two intertwined your fingers, he led you into Abby's living room. The coffee table was covered with various game boards spread out before you.

“Y/n I didn’t know you were coming.” Nora said happily and rose from her place on the floor and came over to wrap her arms around you in a warm hug.

Ellie called out, her voice echoing as she stepped out of the hallway, "Hey Abby, I hope it's okay, but we brought along one more person."

Abby appeared from the back hallway , rubbing her hands on her shirt. "It's all good, the more, the merrier," she said. When she finally glanced up, her eyes widened in surprise as she spotted you.

Abby smiled at you and said, “hey! glad you came." She aimed to ease the tension in your conversation. Keeping it as friendly as she can, making sure not to reveal that you two were already acquainted.

“Hi.” You made an effort to make sure your nerves stayed in check while steering clear of making eye contact with her.

As the night continued, the group entertained themselves with various games. You made a conscious effort to avoid looking at Abby, even though you could sense her gaze piercing into the side of your face.

You informed everyone, "I'll be right back," but they were too drunk to pay attention. The only one who noticed was Abby, her gaze tracking you as you walked into the bathroom.

You shut the door firmly and bent over the sink, splashing cold water onto your face to regain your composure. After drying your face with your shirt, you turned to exit, only to be taken aback by Abby standing right in front of you, her eyes fixed on you with an intense look.

She whispered, "You've been dodging me," as she guided you into the bathroom, locking the door swiftly behind her. Without hesitation, she pressed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a chaotic kiss while her fingers explored your hips.

You whispered softly against her lips, "I haven't."

"stop," you exhaled, holding her hands as she reached to unbutton your pants. "I wanna taste you first."

With a smirk, Abby bit down on her shirt as you trailed your lips down her body, unfastening her pants and sliding her boxers down too.

She entwined her fingers in your hair, drawing you closer as you willingly leaned in, your tongue extending out. "Oh, fuck," she gasped, swaying her hips against your tongue, her clit gliding over it, leaving her breathless.

You quickened your movements, your mouth becoming a blur of action. Her head leaned against the wall as her big hand rested gently on top of it, guiding you.The room echoed with the sounds of your sucking and the slick, wet noises as you guided Abby closer to her climax.

“I’m bout to cum.” Abby gasped, her breath hitching as she locked eyes with you, trying to maintain a steady rhythm.

and with a soft moan, she let go, warmth flooding over her. As she reached her peak, you moved your fingers to her clit, savoring every drop that you collected on your tongue.

"Swallow it for me, baby," she commanded, tugging you closer by your hair, eager for you to please her once more. You complied, a grin spreading across your face as you licked your lips.

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You focused intently on the message Abby had sent, a smile creeping onto your face. After game night, you both finally exchanged numbers and had been texting ever since.

“Hey! Did you hear what I just said?” Nora snapped her fingers to get your attention. “Sorry, what did you say?” you replied.

“I was saying” she paused for a moment completely changing the question she had planned to ask before “when were you gonna tell us about you and Abby. You chuckled and shrugged, trying to play it cool.

“What do you mean?” you deflected, but her knowing look made it clear that you weren’t fooling her.

“come on.” She tilted her head to the side She had already figured it out, especially after that night at the club when you disappeared and the moment you two both disappeared into the bathroom a few nights ago.

“were your friends y/n you don’t have to hide anything from us.”

“I know, im just not sure what we’re doing.” you admitted, honestly unsure of where things stood.

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Abby's head rested comfortably in your lap as you gently ran your fingers through her hair. She had come straight to your dorm after soccer practice, and the two of you were simply enjoying the peaceful silence together.

"Can I ask you something?" you said, glancing down at her. She hummed in response, keeping her eyes closed while you continued to play with her hair.

"What are we?"

Abby opened her eyes and met your gaze. "Friends?" she replied. You chuckled softly, "So we're friends now."

"Yeah, I mean, I'm not looking for anything serious right now, and honestly, what we have going on is fun. Why change that?"

You fell silent, biting the inside of your cheek as you considered her words. "What? Do you wanna be more than friends?"

"No, no, you're right. This is fun; let's not mess it up," you assured her, and she nodded, leaning up to plant a few light kisses on your lips.

"Good."

[pinkthick]

A Blooming Dead

Pairing: Viktor x Gn!Reader

Summary: Viktor froze, the faintest flicker of confusion crossing his features. “Green tea?” he repeated slowly.

“Yes.” You smiled again, tilting your head. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

His brow furrowed. “But you hate green tea.”

Notes: This is the first time I’ve written with season 2 Viktor. Hopefully it turned out well. I love LOVE his complex character and just couldn’t help myself lmao.

Please keep in mind that English isn’t my first language—and it can have some grammatical mistakes. (Not many I hope)

Enjoy!

The humid air of the Undercity wrapped around you like a second skin as you knelt in the small patch of greenery you had cultivated. The plants—rare and delicate—stood resilient against the squalor of the Undercity, their vibrant leaves an oasis of life amid the decay. Your hands, steady and sure, worked the soil with practiced ease, the faint scent of damp earth mingling with the staleness of the air. It had been weeks since Viktor had healed you, weeks since you had nearly slipped away forever, and now, your body felt… whole. Strong. Perhaps even better than it had ever been.

Viktor had saved you, and you could never thank him enough.

You reached for the watering can and tilted it over the tender roots of a sprouting flower, watching the droplets sink into the dirt. You had always dreamed of growing something in the Undercity. Ever since you were a child, you'd yearned for color, for beauty, to combat the grime that clung to every corner of this place. And now, here it was. Green, alive, hopeful.

The faint sound of a cane tapping against the cobblestone echoed behind you, and you didn’t have to turn to know who it was. His presence was unmistakable—the faint hum of Hextech radiating from him like a heartbeat, the steady yet deliberate rhythm of his steps.

"Never thought I’d see healthy plants in the Undercity," Viktor’s voice broke the silence, tinged with a hint of admiration.

You glanced over your shoulder, smiling at him softly. “They’re beautiful, aren’t they?”

His changing-color eyes met yours, a small, almost bashful smile tugging at his lips. “Not as beautiful as you.”

The compliment warmed you, though it lacked the spark of surprise it once might have brought. You tilted your head, studying him. Viktor’s appearance had changed since the Hexcore had saved his life.

You stood, brushing the dirt from your hands. “Done for the day?” you asked.

“For now,” he replied, stepping closer. “Many are recovered… thanks to the work we’ve done.”

The work he’d done, you corrected silently. He had healed you, healed so many others, and the gratitude the Undercity felt for him was boundless. Viktor was a savior to these people. To you.

You glanced at the watering can in your hand, then back at him. “I was just thinking… a cup of green tea would be nice right about now.”

Viktor froze, the faintest flicker of confusion crossing his features. “Green tea?” he repeated slowly.

“Yes.” You smiled again, tilting your head. “Doesn’t that sound nice?”

His brow furrowed. “But you hate green tea.”

There was a heartbeat of silence. Your smile didn’t falter, but it felt… off, like a mask stretched too tightly over your face. You let out a soft laugh, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Oh! Yes, of course. Silly me. I meant… something else. Perhaps chamomile?”

Viktor studied you, his gaze searching, though for what, he wasn’t sure. After a moment, his expression softened, and he stepped closer, taking your hand gently in his.

“You’ve been working hard,” he said. “It is good to see you like this—healthy, strong. You were slipping away from me before…” His voice trailed off, and he squeezed your hand, his own trembling slightly. “I thought I would lose you.”

“You didn’t,” you said quickly, your tone bright and unwavering. “You saved me, Viktor. I’ll always be grateful for that.”

It was true, wasn’t it? You were grateful. You should be grateful. Viktor had brought you back when all hope had been lost. You squeezed his hand in return, the movement automatic, practiced.

But something flickered in his gaze, something unsettled. He let go of your hand and took a step back, glancing at the plants surrounding you. “I remember when we were children,” he said, his tone lighter, almost wistful. “You always spoke of growing a garden. I thought it impossible, but you were determined.”

You nodded. “And now it’s real. A dream come true, thanks to you.”

He smiled at your words, but the expression didn’t quite reach his eyes.

For a moment, silence hung between you, broken only by the faint dripping of water from the rusted pipes above. Viktor’s gaze lingered on you, a faint crease forming between his brows.

“You’ve changed,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet.

The words caught you off guard, but you recovered quickly, tilting your head in mock confusion. “How so?”

He hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line as he considered his words. “You seem… calmer, perhaps. Less…” He paused, searching for the right word. “Less fiery than you once were.”

You laughed, the sound light and melodic. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is not,” he said quickly, though his gaze remained thoughtful. “But it is… different. You used to argue with me about everything. Even the smallest details. Now…”

“Now I see the wisdom in your choices,” you interjected smoothly, your tone warm. “You’ve always been brilliant, Viktor. Why would I argue with that?”

The faintest flicker of unease crossed his face, but he nodded, his expression softening once more. “Perhaps. Still, it feels strange. I am not accustomed to such… agreement.”

You smiled again, stepping closer to him. “Isn’t it a relief, though? To not have me constantly challenging you?”

His lips quirked into a half-smile. “Perhaps. But I miss it your stubbornness… It kept me grounded.”

The words made something twist in your chest, though you couldn’t quite place what it was. Guilt? Sorrow? Or perhaps it was nothing at all, just a fleeting echo of something that no longer existed.

“You’re too kind,” you said softly, reaching up to brush your fingers against his cheek. The touch seemed to comfort him, and he leaned into your hand, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.

“Come,” he said after a moment, his voice low. “Let us go inside. You have done enough for today.”

You nodded, letting him guide you away from the garden.

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The astral plane was a shimmering expanse of nothingness and everything all at once. Viktor’s body hovered, suspended in the void, as streams of faintly glowing light twisted and coiled around him like living threads. Each movement felt weightless, effortless. His thoughts stretched beyond the boundaries of his flesh, his consciousness flowing outward like water spilled across an endless ocean.

Here, he felt no limitations. Only freedom. Only possibility.

He had been here for hours, delving into the mysteries of the plane. The Hexcore’s influence allowed him to connect to this place—this strange, ethereal realm of thought and potential. The first time he had arrived, it had been a disorienting experience, but now, it felt almost natural.

Yet, as his astral form drifted through the ever-shifting light, his mind always circled back to you.

The astral plane had played a part in saving you. When you were on the brink of death, your presence had flickered here, faint and fragile. He hadn’t understood why—hadn’t even had the time to question it as he worked frantically to bring you back to life. But now, the memory lingered. You had been here, in this place, and he couldn’t help but wonder why weren’t you here anymore?

A faint hum resonated in the distance, pulling him from his thoughts. The threads of light shifted around him, guiding him back. With a thought, his astral body began to return, the plane dissolving into darkness as the real world pulled him back into its grasp.

When Viktor’s eyes fluttered open, the familiar dim glow of the room greeted him. He sat up slowly, his body feeling heavier after the weightlessness of the plane.

“My love,” your voice broke the silence, soft and warm. He turned to find you standing near the window, your form illuminated by the faint light filtering through the grime-covered glass. You smiled at him, your expression serene. “Did you just come back?”

Viktor blinked, momentarily startled by your presence. “Yes,” he said slowly, rising to his feet. “What about you?”

Your smile didn’t waver. “No, I’ve stayed here.”

“For three hours?” His brow furrowed, confusion flashing in his eyes. “I have been gone for three hours.”

“You didn’t tell me what to do,” you said simply, your tone matter-of-fact.

Something in your words, in the calm, detached way you said them, struck a nerve in Viktor.

“What do you mean, I didn’t tell you what to do?” he snapped, his voice sharper than he intended.

You tilted your head slightly, your expression unchanging. “You usually tell me what you need from me. I didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Disturb me?” His voice rose, the frustration bubbling to the surface. “I— you always disturb me when I’m working.”

You blinked at him, your gaze steady, unflinching. “You don’t need that from me anymore.”

The words landed like a blow, and Viktor froze, his breath catching in his throat. For a moment, neither of you spoke. The tension hung heavy in the air, an invisible weight pressing down on both of you.

“What are you saying?” Viktor asked quietly, his voice trembling with something he couldn’t quite name.

You stepped closer to him, your movements slow and deliberate. “I only want to make you happy, Viktor. To help you. Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted?”

“No,” he said firmly, his hands balling into fists at his sides. “That is not what I wanted. I wanted you. The real you. Not this…” He trailed off, shaking his head. “This is not you.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out to place a hand on his arm. “I am the same person, Viktor. You saved me. I am grateful for that. You should be proud of what you’ve done.”

Proud. The word felt like poison on his tongue. He had been proud—proud of saving you, proud of healing so many others in the Undercity. But now, as he looked at you, he felt nothing but unease.

“You always argued with me,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet. “Every step of the way, you questioned me. You pushed me. Even when you were wrong, you fought for what you believed in.”

You tilted your head again, your smile still in place. “Do you want me to argue with you?”

The question made his chest tighten, anger flaring in his eyes. “I don’t want you to argue with me! I want you to be yourself!”

“I am myself,” you said calmly.

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “You are not. You are agreeing with me on everything. You are… you are placating me. You never placated me before.”

Your smile faltered slightly, but it returned almost immediately. “I don’t understand why you’re upset, Viktor. I thought you’d be happy.”

“Happy?” His voice cracked, and he took a step back, his hands trembling “How can I be happy when I don’t recognize the person I love?”

Your expression shifted, your brow furrowing faintly, as if you were trying to process his words. “You don’t mean that. You saved me, Viktor. You saved us all. We are better now because of you.”

“Stop it,” he snapped, his voice breaking. “Stop saying that! You sound like the others. Like… like the people I’ve saved. All of them say the same thing. All of them act the same way.”

“That’s because you’ve helped them,” you said, your tone soothing. “You’ve given them a better life.”

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Viktor’s breathing was ragged, his mind racing as he searched for answers that eluded him.

Finally, he stepped closer to you, his gaze searching yours desperately. “When I healed you,” he said quietly, “you were in the astral plane. I saw you there. You were… yourself. I know you were. If I bring you back there… if I take you back, perhaps…”

“Perhaps what?” you asked, your voice soft.

“Perhaps I can fix this,” he said, his voice trembling with a mix of hope and fear. “Perhaps I can bring you back to who you were.”

Your smile faded, and for the first time, there was a flicker of something else in your expression. Doubt? Fear? He couldn’t tell.

“Viktor,” you said softly, reaching for his hand. “I am here. I am with you. That is all that matters.”

“No,” he said firmly, pulling his hand away. “You’re not with me.”

You stood before him, smiling softly, your expression serene and untroubled. But it was wrong. All of it felt so wrong.

He had seen you in the astral plane once before. That moment had been fleeting, but you had been there—real, vivid, and you. Now, as you looked at him with that same placid smile, he needed to know if he could find you there again. If he could bring back the fire, the stubbornness, the soul he loved so deeply.

“I’m going to try something,” Viktor murmured, his voice trembling with both hope and desperation.

Your head tilted slightly, the smile never leaving your face. “Of course, Viktor. I trust you.”

That was the problem, wasn’t it? You trusted him too much. You never questioned him anymore.

“Stay still,” he said, stepping closer.

You nodded obediently, as you always did now. He lifted his hand and placed it gently on your forehead. The warmth of your skin met his palm, grounding him for a moment. He closed his eyes, focusing his thoughts, and the familiar pull of the astral plane began to tug at him.

The room around him dissolved into shimmering light.

The astral plane greeted Viktor as it always did: a boundless expanse of light and energy, swirling and shifting in ways that defied comprehension. His astral form hovered, weightless and unbound, as he drifted through the currents of thought and possibility.

But this time, he wasn’t here to explore. He wasn’t here for himself.

He called out for you, his thoughts reaching outward, searching. Where are you?

The last time he had been here, you had appeared to him. Fragile, flickering, but unmistakably you. He had been certain that whatever part of you he had saved had originated here. That this plane had touched your soul.

But now…

Now, there was nothing.

No flicker of your presence. No trace of the spirit he remembered. Only silence. Only emptiness.

Viktor’s heart sank as he drifted aimlessly, his mind racing. He reached out again, pushing harder, searching deeper.

You must be here. You were here before. Where are you?

The threads of light twisted and coiled around him, but they offered no answers. The astral plane, infinite and unknowable, remained indifferent to his pleas.

Finally, he let out a shuddering breath, the weight of his failure pressing down on him even in this weightless realm. He lingered for a moment longer, unwilling to give up, but the truth was undeniable.

You weren’t here.

When Viktor opened his eyes, the dim light of the room greeted him once more. His hand was still on your forehead, and your eyes were fixed on him, your smile gentle and unwavering.

“Did it work?” you asked softly, tilting your head.

Viktor’s hand fell away, his fingers trembling. He took a step back, staring at you as though you were a stranger. “You… you weren’t there,” he said, his voice hollow.

“Where?” you asked, your tone as calm as ever.

“In the astral plane,” he said, his voice rising slightly. “You weren’t there. Last time, I saw you. I felt you. But now…”

You blinked, your expression unchanging. “Perhaps you didn’t look hard enough.”

The words, said so lightly, made Viktor’s stomach twist. There was no edge to your tone, no teasing challenge. It wasn’t like you. The you he remembered would have argued, would have questioned him, would have felt something.

But now, you were still smiling. Still placid.

“Why are you smiling?” Viktor asked suddenly, his voice breaking.

“Because you’re here,” you said simply. “I’m happy when I’m with you.”

Viktor staggered back. His mind raced, every thought clashing with the next. He couldn’t understand—couldn’t reconcile the person before him with the one he had loved.

“Stop smiling,” he whispered, his voice raw.

Your brow furrowed slightly, though the smile didn’t fade. “Why would you say that, Viktor? Don’t you want me to be happy?”

“No,” he said, his voice cracking. “Not like this. This isn’t real. You’re not…” He trailed off, shaking his head violently. “You’re not the same.”

“I’m still me,” you said softly, stepping closer to him. “You saved me, Viktor. I am grateful for that. I owe everything to you.”

“Stop saying that,” he snapped, his frustration boiling over. “Stop saying you’re grateful! Stop… stop agreeing with everything I say!”

Your smile faltered, though only slightly. “I only want to make you happy.”

Viktor let out a ragged breath, his hand running through his hair. “I don’t want this. I didn’t want this. I thought I was saving you, but… I don’t even know if you’re still…”

He couldn’t finish the thought. The words felt like a betrayal, a knife to his own chest.

“I am here,” you said gently, reaching out to place a hand on his arm. “I am with you. That’s all that matters, isn’t it?”

For a moment, Viktor didn’t move. He stared at your hand, your touch warm and familiar, yet so alien. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he pulled you into a hug.

You didn’t resist.

Your arms wrapped around him, your embrace gentle and comforting, just as it had always been. But it didn’t feel the same.

You didn’t feel the same.

“I’m sorry,” Viktor whispered, his voice trembling. “I thought I was helping you. I thought I was saving everyone.”

He tightened his grip on you, as though holding you close could bring back the part of you that felt so distant.

“Now, I don’t know what I’ve done.”

You didn’t respond. You only held him, your hands resting lightly on his back. When he finally pulled away, your smile was still there, soft and serene.

“You’ve done so much good, Viktor,” you said, your tone warm and unwavering. “You should be proud.”

But as Viktor looked into your eyes, he didn’t see pride. He didn’t see the fierce, unyielding spirit he had fallen in love with.

He saw emptiness.

[kindaasrikal]

Slapping the ninja with hobbies that aren’t just ninja-ing or the already clearly stated ones because they desperately need lives

Cole seriously likes arts and crafts. He’s got his own little area in his room thats just filled with arts and crafts supplies. Glue, glitter, fabric, ribbons, sticks, gems, you name it. He creates ribbon roses, makes his own birthday cards, creates cute little designs almost all the time and gives them to all of the ninja in random little areas.

Zane actually likes taking small random items and fixing them. Nothing big like how three certain somebodies (Cough nya jay and pixal cough) do but just little things everyone owns and can’t fix. Kai accidentally broke a massive candle in a har and he ran off to find Zane to fix it, a bracelet Nya owns broke so she immediately hands it off to Zane, Lloyd breaks a tea cup and presents it to Zane with a ‘please help me.’

Jay really likes any sort of skating. Roller skating, ice skating, skateboarding, you name it he knows it and much better than you do. He takes pride in knowing the most complicated of tricks and moves, and may or may not have used his ninja training to cheat a little but we all would do that let’s be real. He sometimes starts skateboarding in the monastery and Wu may or may not have snatched it from under his feet multiple times but Jay has no proof.

Kai, after having everyone constantly talk to him about how ‘fun’ it was, got hooked onto adventure books. he reads them all, he knows all the big authors, he knows every character and every piece of lore and if he's obsessed enough he WILL buy the entire series. A guilty pleasure he got hooked onto right after was fanfiction. He reads it all.

Nya, strangely enough, got hooked onto flowers. She loves making bouquets and giving them to anyone and everyone who wants them. She’s memorised every meaning each flower has been given, and soon enough she got interested in other plants too, especially ones under water. She takes care of them like her babies and if they die she will be found sobbing in a corner holding the pot or whatever it was in.

Lloyd tripped his way into making clothes. He learnt how to sow from Misako, who was used to altering clothes for Garmadon and Wu. Lloyd specifically likes making designs on shirts and hoodies and the such, usually working with Cole on that front. You could usually find him hunched over anywhere dimly lit with a needle, a shirt, a bunch of thread and a will to make something cool. He could use the machines, but he once accidentally shoved his finger right underneath and he’s held a grudge ever since.

Bonus:

Skylor loves to write, and write she does with that uncompleted 200k original story she’s afraid no one will like, and keeps procrastinating so much that she even writes fanfiction of stuff she hasn’t been into for years. The reader named ‘redhotshot204’ keeps leaving comments though, so she supposes she should keep updating.

Morro is unashamedly good at ballet. He first learnt it for his ninja business, but he became so good at it he couldn’t let it go. He’s graceful with every step he takes and never makes any mistakes every twirl and spin and whatever and he will kick people in the face. Hard. He honestly hates tutus so he will try strangling people with it if forced to wear one, but he absolutely loves ballet shoes. Spinning around in his tip toes became an instinctual habit after a bit.

Harumi likes making jewellery, and makes them as heavy and as sharp as possible. Shes capable of making earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, whatever. It mainly started because she couldn’t find the type of jewellery she wanted during her SoG years, so she began making it by herself. She even glued the spikes of her gi on herself.

Echo got interested in cars, specifically toy cars, and making them functional as actual cars. Not the most normal of hobbies but knowing who he’s related to its to be expected. He once accidentally made an evil toy car and it kept hitting everyone’s heels and ankles the entire day. Harumi ‘accidentally’ pushed Cole onto it so it would break. They had to perform a funeral because Echo was going to actually arrest them for murder if they didn’t.

Pixal got into painting. Sometimes shes slapping paint onto a canvas and then calling it a day, other times shes making something that rivals the Mona Lisa. Landscapes are what she prefers the most, often drawing the scenes they all see when going on big missions, with bright colours to show the beauty they saw. They love hanging it all up around the monastery.

[msriri030]

The Taste of Chaos

Hyugo x reader

cw: light murder

You woke up early in the morning, the soft cooing of doves outside your window easing you into the day. The sunlight trickled gently through the thin curtains as you fixed your bed, listening to the morning sounds of the world waking up.

Slipping into your worn-out clothes—familiar and threadbare—you slid open your room door, stepping out into the garden compound. A small smile tugged at your lips as you took in the sight before you. The garden stretched wide, bursting with life: vibrant flowers in every color imaginable and lush plants swayed gently in the breeze. At the center of it all stood a majestic wisteria tree, its lavender blossoms cascading gracefully, bathing the garden in a dreamlike hue.

You sighed softly, lingering for a moment before making your way to the kitchen. Breakfast had to be prepared, and your daily chores awaited.

As the firstborn child of your father, the head of the Shindou clan, one might have assumed you led a life of privilege. But reality has never been kind to you. Born of an affair, you were a stain on the family’s reputation—an unwanted reminder of a mistake. You’d grown up in the compound as more of a servant than a child, treated with disgust and disregard by the clan members who sneered at your very existence. Your father and his wife had done little to stop it, content to let you fade into the background.

The clothes on your back were never new—hand-me-downs from older cousins, given to you out of pity rather than kindness. Yet, despite the bitterness of it all, you found solace in the small corners of your life, where genuine warmth still flickered.

Entering the kitchen, you were greeted by the familiar hum of activity and the smiling faces of the staff. These were the people who had raised you, cared for you when no one else did. To you, they were family.

“Good morning, Mr. Aikawa,” you said warmly, the head chef returning your greeting with a smile as he worked on preparing the day’s dishes.

The smell of grilled salmon—shiozake—lingered in the air, and your stomach quietly grumbled in anticipation. Mr. Aikawa, an elderly man who had always looked after you, glanced over his shoulder and nodded toward the corner of the counter.

“(Y/N), I made you some breakfast,” he said, his voice gentle but firm, as always. “Eat first, then come help me with the miso soup.”

Confused, you followed his gesture and froze when you saw it—a neatly prepared egg omelet waiting for you. Across the surface, carefully written in sauce, were the words: Good luck.

For a moment, your chest tightened. Your vision blurred slightly as emotion welled up, but you blinked it back, unwilling to let the tears fall. Instead, you smiled, warmth spreading through you like sunlight breaking through a stormy sky.

“Thank you so much, Mr. Aikawa,” you said softly, your voice filled with quiet gratitude.

He waved a hand dismissively, though his smile told you he was pleased. “Now, eat up. We’ve got a long day ahead.”

You nodded, sitting down to savor the meal, the rare, joyous smile on your face lighting up the room. For just that fleeting moment, you felt seen—like you mattered.

Across the kitchen, Mr. Aikawa glanced at you with a softened expression, though his smile carried a quiet sadness. He quickly turned back to his work, the creases on his face deepening as though weighed down by unspoken thoughts.

Finishing your meal, you stood and began preparing the miso soup, the small warmth in your chest lingering. You hummed softly to yourself as you worked, the tune a melody from your childhood—one the kitchen staff used to sing to calm you when you were younger.

You filled a large pot with water, carefully sprinkling in the dashi granules. As the liquid began to heat, the savory aroma of the stock wafted through the kitchen, mingling with the faint smokiness of the grilled salmon.

While the water simmered, you cut the tofu into neat, bite-sized cubes with precision and care, then sliced the green onions into thin rings. You moved effortlessly around the kitchen, hands steady and confident as you whisked in the miso paste—a homemade blend you’d crafted days before. Its rich, earthy scent lingered in the air as the paste dissolved into the broth, blending smoothly.

Finally, you stirred in the tofu cubes, letting them bob gently in the fragrant soup as they cooked. You tasted it quickly, adjusting the flavors with the practiced touch of someone who’d perfected this dish countless times. Satisfied, you ladled the miso soup into bowls, their surfaces steaming gently, and arranged them carefully on a tray.

The soft shuffle of footsteps approached as servants entered the kitchen to begin setting up for the day. You handed off the tray with a small, polite smile, and they offered quiet thanks in return.

As you wiped your hands on a clean cloth, you glanced back at Mr. Aikawa. He was watching you again—his gaze thoughtful, almost wistful—before he turned away to focus on preparing the main dishes.

“Good work,” he muttered, his voice gruff yet kind.

You smiled faintly to yourself, feeling the familiar rhythm of the kitchen settle your heart. No matter what the world outside held, here, amidst the simmering pots and the soft clinking of utensils, you found peace.

Once the main dishes were ready, the sounds of laughter echoed through the compound. The patter of small feet and the hum of conversation filled the air, vibrant and full of life. You lingered by the doorway, watching as clan members gathered around the long dining tables, their faces alight with joy.

It was a sight you had watched countless times since childhood—first from behind the backs of the kitchen staff, and later from this very spot. Back then, they used to shoo you away, shielding you from the sting of what you could never have: the warmth of a family’s love.

Now, you stood there quietly, the ache in your chest as familiar as breathing. Your eyes followed your younger step-siblings as they received affectionate head pats and playful nudges. The way your father’s wife beamed at them, her laughter genuine and soft, made you feel like an outsider in a home that was supposed to be yours, too.

A tear slipped down your cheek before you could stop it, and then another, as you watched them. Why couldn’t it be me? you thought. The bitterness of longing mingled with the quiet ache of acceptance, but still, you couldn’t look away.

Then, out of habit—out of hope—you let your gaze drift to your father. He sat at the head of the table, his usual stoic face calm as he brought the steaming miso soup to his lips. You held your breath.

Something shifted. His brow lifted slightly as if in surprise, and for the briefest of moments, his eyes found yours across the room. He smiled.

It wasn’t much—just a small, fleeting curve of his lips—but it was enough to leave you frozen. That smile, that tiny acknowledgment, was so rare it felt like a treasure. The air caught in your throat. Had he noticed you—really noticed you—this time?

“Come on, child.”

A soft, familiar voice broke through your thoughts, and you felt a gentle tug on your arm. Mr. Aikawa stood beside you, his expression kind yet firm as he pulled you away from the doorway.

“We’ve still got work to do. Lunch will be here before you know it, and you know how specific they are with their orders.”

You let him lead you back to the kitchen, your heart a strange mix of longing and warmth. For all the love you had never been given, there were still moments like this—moments when someone cared enough to remind you where you were needed.

As you picked up a rag to clean the counters, your mind lingered on that smile. It was small, but it was something.

And for now, something would have to be enough

After cleaning up the dishes from breakfast, Mr. Aikawa announced he’d be heading to the market to gather ingredients for lunch preparations. Left alone in the kitchen, you decided to experiment with some dessert recipes, finding solace in the quiet hum of the room.

Taiyaki, fresh and golden, cooled on the table behind you as you carefully prepared a strawberry filling. Humming softly to yourself, you scooped the homemade jam into a piping bag, the sweet aroma lingering in the air. It was moments like these—calm and uninterrupted—where you felt a fleeting sense of joy.

As you turned around, a pair of wide, baby-blue eyes stared back at you, sparkling with mischief and delight. You froze in place, your heart lurching as the unexpected figure—a young man about your age—stood there, grinning like a child caught stealing from the cookie jar.

He held one of your taiyaki in his hands, already mid-bite, and his expression was unabashedly pleased.

“Hey,” he said, his voice muffled by the pastry he was still chewing. “I’m Hyugo—”

WHACK.

The sound of impact echoed through the kitchen as your instincts took over. Without thinking, you swung the piping bag in your hand, the soft splat of strawberry jam spilling through the air. It splattered onto the floor, onto you, and all over him.

Hyugo blinked, stunned into silence, his face now smeared with streaks of bright red. He coughed awkwardly, his messy hair sticking to the sticky jam.

“Well, uh… that’s one way to say hello,” he muttered, looking both sheepish and amused.

You stared at him, your lips parting as anger flared. “What are you doing here? Who even are you?!”

He raised his hands in mock surrender, bits of jam still dripping from his fingers. “Relax! I’m not a thief—I swear! I’m a guest here, just… got a little lost and followed the smell of something amazing.”

You glared at him, barely processing his words as you grabbed a rag to wipe the sticky jam from your clothes. “Lost? In this part of the house? You shouldn’t even be here!”

Hyugo only grinned, his baby-blue eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, if it makes you feel better, the taiyaki was delicious. Totally worth getting attacked.”

You clenched the rag in your hand, cheeks burning as you pointed an accusing finger at him. “Don’t touch my food again, or next time it won’t just be jam you’re wearing!”

He chuckled softly, unbothered by your threat. “Fair enough, fair enough. But hey, for someone who’s scary with a piping bag, you’re a great cook. I’ll be back for more.”

And with that, Hyugo turned on his heels, strolling out of the kitchen as though nothing had happened—still covered in jam and leaving faint sticky footprints behind him.

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “Who is that guy?”

The only answer was faint laughter echoing down the hall. Curious, you peeked out of the kitchen to see another figure leaning casually against the doorway. He had bluish-purple hair, his sharp features softened by an amused smile as he watched the teal-haired Hyugo’s predicament unfold.

“Hyugo, what the hell?” the newcomer chuckled, his tone dripping with mock sympathy. “I feel bad for your fiancée already.”

The words struck like a pin, and Hyugo’s playful pout deepened into something more subdued. He shot a glare at the other man, clearly unimpressed.

“Shut up, Geo,” Hyugo grumbled, his shoulders slumping slightly as he rubbed at the sticky mess on his shirt. You noticed the way his bright expression dimmed, and a pang of guilt twisted in your chest. He didn’t seem as insufferable now—just a little lost, perhaps.

Geo tilted his head, his smirk widening as he crossed his arms. “You were supposed to be making a good first impression, not raiding the kitchen like a starving raccoon.”

Hyugo opened his mouth to retort, but you stepped forward before the banter escalated any further. “Hey.”

Both men looked at you, surprised by your sudden interruption. Without thinking, you gently grabbed Hyugo’s arm, tugging him away from his brother’s teasing.

“Where do you think you’re going?” you asked, your voice firm. “I said to clean up the kitchen.”

Hyugo blinked in confusion, his brows furrowing. “Wait, what? You never said—”

“Shut up,” you cut him off, refusing to let him argue. “I’ll call for a servant to prepare the bath and bring you clean clothes. You, however, are helping me clean up this mess.”

For a second, Hyugo just stared at you, mouth slightly agape, as if trying to figure out how he’d ended up in this situation. A faint blush crept across his face, but he didn’t resist as you pulled him along back into the kitchen.

Behind you, Geo’s soft laughter echoed again. “Oh, this is fun. I’ll have to tell Father about your new skills, Hyugo—looks like you’re a natural at following orders.”

Hyugo groaned loudly but followed your lead, muttering under his breath. “Great. Just great.”

You couldn’t help but shake your head as you ushered Hyugo inside, resisting the urge to smile at Geo’s parting smirk.

“Here, I’ll give you an easy job.” You placed a mop and a bucket filled with cold water and cleaner in front of him. “You just have to mop the floor while I wipe down the counters and whatever else the jam got on.”

Hyugo stared at the mop as if it had personally offended him. “I’m not a servant, you know,” he grumbled quietly, though his eyes lingered on you. He leaned lazily against the table, refusing to touch the bucket just yet.

You walked over, with mop in hand, and gently nudged him with the handle. “Too bad,” you teased, your lips curling into a small, gentle smile. “I was going to make you some dessert—maybe taiyaki or a fruit tart—as a reward for helping.”

“Fruit tart?” Hyugo’s head shot up, his teal eyes sparkling with sudden enthusiasm. Within seconds, he was gripping the mop and getting to work like an eager puppy.

You couldn’t hold back your laugh, a sound so light and infectious that it made Hyugo pause mid-motion. His gaze drifted toward you, and for a moment, the world seemed to slow. The way the sunlight kissed your face as it poured through the kitchen window, the brightness of your laughter, the warmth of your smile—Hyugo felt his heart stumble in his chest.

She’s beautiful.

The realization hit him like a wave, and he quickly looked away, his cheeks and ears burning red. His chest felt tight, conflicted. You can’t do this, he thought bitterly. You have a fiancée. But no matter how hard he tried to shake it off, his heart wouldn’t listen.

As time passed, the kitchen slowly returned to order. The floor gleamed under Hyugo’s careful work, and the counters shone thanks to your diligence. Somewhere along the way, the two of you began joking and teasing one another, an easy rhythm forming between you. Hyugo couldn’t help but edge closer as you worked, finding excuses to talk, to laugh, to linger in your space.

By the time Mr. Aikawa returned, the older man stopped in his tracks, stunned. The kitchen looked spotless—immaculate, even—but both you and Hyugo were still wearing evidence of the earlier chaos. Jam streaked your sleeves and dotted Hyugo’s cheek, a comical reminder of the messy ordeal.

Mr. Aikawa blinked, his gaze flicking between the two of you. “What… happened here?”

You turned sheepishly from the sink where you were finishing up the dishes. “Ah, we had a little accident earlier,” you said with a nervous laugh, shooting Hyugo a playful glance.

Hyugo, leaning against the counter with crossed arms, smirked back at you. “It’s called teamwork, Mr. Aikawa. You should be proud.”

Mr. Aikawa gave him a long, suspicious look before shaking his head with a huff. “Clean up yourselves next,” he muttered, though his expression softened as he turned to you.  A servant came in, “The bath is ready for the young lord.”

Hyugo straightened up, sighing dramatically. “Finally. I thought I’d be stuck here forever.”

You rolled your eyes, handing him a towel to clean the stray jam off his face. “Don’t act like you didn’t have fun.”

He froze for a split second as your fingers brushed his hand, his expression faltering. “…Yeah, maybe,” he murmured, softer than you expected. Then, with a final glance at you, he turned to leave, his steps a little slower this time.

As he walked out of the kitchen, Hyugo couldn’t shake the fluttering warmth in his chest—or the way your laughter still echoed in his mind like a sweet melody he never wanted to forget. 

“Sadly, I’m afraid you can only change your clothes, (Y/N),” Mr. Aikawa said softly, his expression tinged with regret.

You nodded without complaint, wiping the last streak of jam off your cheek before quickly retreating to your room. Once there, you changed into a clean set of clothes—another well-worn outfit, but at least free of sticky mishaps.

By the time you returned to the kitchen, the atmosphere had shifted. The hum of lunchtime preparations filled the space, comforting and familiar. Mr. Aikawa, ever the master of his craft, worked diligently over a large pot, the savory scent of homemade shoyu ramen filling the air.

“You’re just in time,” he said, glancing at you with a small, approving smile. “Make sure the ramen toppings are ready, and don’t forget your promise.”

You nodded, rolling up your sleeves. While Mr. Aikawa tended to the broth, you focused on the final touches of the small fruit tarts. Carefully, you piped cream into the golden pastry shells, placing sliced strawberries and vibrant blueberries on top. The sight of the delicate tarts brought a rare flicker of pride to your heart—they were simple, but lovely.

Hyugo’s earlier excitement echoed in your mind, and you found yourself smiling faintly. You hoped the dessert would live up to his expectations.

As you placed the tarts neatly on a tray, the comforting aroma of ramen and the gentle clatter of utensils reminded you of why you loved this space. No matter what chaos the day brought, the kitchen was your sanctuary—a place where you could create something meaningful, even if the world outside often overlooked you.

“Everything ready?” Mr. Aikawa called over his shoulder, stirring the pot one last time.

“Yes,” you replied softly, setting the tray of fruit tarts down beside the steaming bowls of ramen.

“Good,” Mr. Aikawa said with a nod, looking over the final spread. “Let’s serve them while it’s hot.”

As the lunch hour began and the clan members filed in, you busied yourself with serving. The sound of laughter and conversation rang through the air—a sound you were used to observing from a distance. Still, when you noticed one bowl of ramen and a tart missing, a flicker of curiosity stirred within you.

It wasn’t long before you turned to find Hyugo lingering by the kitchen door, holding the tart in one hand and a pair of chopsticks in the other.

He grinned at you, boyish and shameless. “Told you I was waiting for this.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly, shaking your head. “Enjoy it while it lasts, Hyugo.”

He gave you a mock salute with his chopsticks, eyes sparkling with amusement. “Don’t worry, I will.”

You giggled, tilting your head playfully. “So~ did you get a chance to meet your fiancée? You know, the one your brother mentioned?”

Hyugo visibly stiffened, his grin faltering as he choked on a mouthful of food. You gasped, quickly grabbing a cup of water and handing it to him. “Here, drink this!”

He gulped it down, coughing lightly before panting, “You—you can’t just drop that on me while I’m eating!”

You raised a brow, suppressing a laugh. “I was just curious. Everyone’s here today. I wonder who she is…”

Hyugo tapped the edge of his chopsticks against the bowl absentmindedly, avoiding your gaze. His face, unusually quiet now, wore a hint of tension. “My father said I’ll meet her at dinner. Apparently, she’s getting ready or something.”

“Oh,” you hummed softly, offering a small smile. “Well, I hope she’s nice.”

Hyugo glanced at you, his expression softening as you turned away to clean a stray dish. There was something about the way you worked—how you smiled so effortlessly, even when life gave you so little—that tugged at him.

His thoughts spiraled as he looked down at his bowl. Why couldn’t it just be you? The idea sank into his chest like a stone. The sound of his brother’s voice snapped him out of it.

“Hyugo,” Geo’s voice rang from the hall, tinged with teasing irritation. “Are you going to sit down, or are you just going to keep bothering the servant girl?”

Hyugo looked up with a start, finding Geo standing behind him, arms crossed and a knowing smirk tugging at his lips.

Hyugo stood quickly, cheeks faintly flushed. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” he muttered, shooting Geo a glare.

Before leaving, he glanced at you one last time. “Thanks for the fruit tart. It’s… perfect.”

You blinked in surprise, watching him leave with a small, puzzled smile. “You’re welcome…?”

Geo snickered, giving you a smirk before following his brother. “Try not to break his heart, will you?”

You stared after them, feeling your cheeks warm. “What on earth was that about?” you muttered to yourself, shaking your head before turning back to your chores.

As the buzz of lunchtime settled, Hyugo’s lingering gaze and unspoken words tugged at something deep inside you—something you couldn’t quite name.

You were preparing to start the dinner preparations when Mr. Aikawa appeared, standing solemnly at the entrance of the kitchen. His familiar, gentle demeanor now seemed weighed down, his expression unreadable as he blocked your path.

“Mr. Aikawa?” you asked softly, tilting your head in confusion. “Why are you—?”

You stepped to the side, trying to move past him, but he shifted, gently pressing you away from the door. His hands trembled slightly at his sides, though his face remained composed.

“Sorry, Mistress,” he said quietly, the word strange and foreign as it slipped from his lips. “You know clan members aren’t allowed in the kitchen.”

You froze, your chest tightening as though the air had been sucked from the room. “Mistress?” you whispered, tears welling in your eyes. “Mr. Aikawa, what are you talking about? What is this?”

This kitchen—this space where you spent nearly every day, where laughter and purpose soothed the ache of your existence—was being ripped away from you. The reality settled like a stone in your stomach.

Mr. Aikawa turned his gaze away, his own eyes glistening with sorrow. “Your father ordered me not to allow you in the kitchen anymore,” he said in a voice that was both stern and broken. “You should… head to the bathhouse to prepare for dinner.”

“No,” you choked out, shaking your head as the guards appeared behind him. Panic seized your chest, and before you realized it, your trembling hands were clutching at his shirt. “Please, Mr. Aikawa, don’t send me away. I want to stay—I want to cook with you—”

You stopped mid-sentence as Mr. Aikawa cupped your face with his weathered hands, his eyes brimming with tears he fought to keep from falling. For the first time, you saw the depth of his pain reflected back at you.

“You aren’t mine, child,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Therefore, I have no way to stop this.” He paused, his thumbs brushing gently over your tear-streaked cheeks. “Forgive me.”

Before you could reply, the guards stepped forward and wrenched you away from him. Your body went limp as they dragged you toward the hall, the weight of shock silencing your protests. You glanced back over your shoulder to see Mr. Aikawa still standing there, his shoulders slumped, his head bowed—defeated.

The warmth of the kitchen, the comforting sounds of simmering pots, and the feeling of being seen and loved vanished behind you, leaving nothing but a hollow silence.

Servants guided you to the bathhouse, their hands firm but impersonal. You sat still as they worked, bathing you in rich, expensive shampoos and fragrant body washes. The scents—lavender, jasmine, and vanilla—lingered in the air, suffocating rather than soothing. Each scrub, each touch against your skin, felt like an intrusion, a stripping away of something sacred.

Your identity—the quiet comfort of your simple life—was being peeled away layer by layer.

Your old, worn clothes, soft with years of familiarity, were cast aside like refuse, discarded into a corner without thought. In their place came the finest fabrics: silken robes dyed with deep, vibrant hues, shimmering under the light. They draped you in them as if dressing a doll, silent and compliant.

You stared blankly at the mirror as they fussed over your hair, slicing away the simplicity that had once defined you. It fell in glossy strands to the floor, replaced by a fashionable cut you didn’t recognize. When the makeup brush swept across your cheeks and lips, it painted over the last remnants of the person you had been.

By the time they were done, you didn’t recognize the girl staring back at you. The reflection in the mirror was elegant, poised, and perfect—everything the Shindou clan expected of you. Yet, as you looked into those carefully shadowed eyes, you felt empty.

It wasn’t you.

It was someone they wanted you to be.

The sharp sound of your father’s voice brought you back to the present. His presence in the room was as cold as ever, but this time, there was something unsettling about it. He placed a hand on your shoulder, the pressure possessive, as if claiming you as something that belonged to him. "You look so beautiful, (Y/N), just like your mother. I’m sorry for neglecting you all these years. I want to surprise you by arranging a match to—"

"Liar," you interrupted, your voice steady, though the storm inside you raged. You didn't look at him, instead meeting your reflection in the mirror, allowing the bitterness to bleed into your words. You knew better than to fight back directly, but you could still sting him with the venom of truth.

The hand on your shoulder tightened, and your breath hitched in response. “You know better than to speak to me like that,” he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. “Show some respect. Remember your place.”

You bit back the words you wanted to scream. The pain of the past, of everything he had put you through, bubbled beneath your skin. But it didn’t matter now. He would never see you. Not truly. Not until it suited him.

"Anyway," he continued, his tone sharp as he adjusted his stance, "you will be on your best behavior tonight. A rat like you needs to understand that there’s no room for mistakes. I'll call for you."

And with that, he left, his footsteps echoing down the hall, leaving you standing in the silence, a chill creeping into your bones where his warmth had once been.

You couldn’t help but stare at your reflection again, the fragile version of yourself that was being sculpted by the hands of others. You hated how the mirror now reflected someone else.

A perfect daughter. A perfect match. And yet, not perfect enough to be loved.

Meanwhile, Hyugo sat at the grand dinner table, his restless eyes darting toward the kitchen doorway. The ornate room buzzed softly with conversation—the polite laughter of clan members, the occasional clink of utensils against porcelain plates—but none of it reached him. His focus remained fixed on that door, waiting. Hoping.

Where were you?

He leaned back slightly, pretending to pay attention as his brother, Geo,corrected him about his slouched posture. Hyugo ignored him, his ears catching faint murmurs from the staff near the far corner of the room. The kitchen staff, normally silent and disciplined during formal meals, seemed unusually chatty. Low whispers carried just far enough for him to sense… something had changed.

Hyugo frowned, his fingers tapping anxiously against the edge of the table. His mind wandered back to the kitchen earlier that day—to your laughter, your kindness, the way the sunlight had caught in your eyes. A warmth he hadn’t realized he craved until it was gone. And now, that same kitchen doorway felt like a wall, keeping you out of sight.

Geo noticed his brother’s distraction, leaning over with a frown. “What’s wrong with you? Waiting for someone?”

“Shut up,” Hyugo muttered, though he could feel the heat rising to his ears.

Geo glares knowingly. “You’re staring at the kitchen like a lovesick fool. What, did you fall in love with the tart instead of eating it?”

Hyugo scowled, though he didn’t answer. He couldn’t admit how much he wanted to see you again, even if just for a moment. The quiet sense of unease from earlier gnawed at him as he studied the staff’s worried expressions and quick glances exchanged across the room. Something was off.

Then, as if on cue, his father’s voice boomed from the head of the table, cutting through the low hum of conversation. “The lady of the hour will join us shortly.”

Hyugo’s heart sank. He didn’t know why, but a sudden weight pressed against his chest, suffocating the small hope he’d held onto all evening. He watched as the room grew silent, the servants moving quickly to prepare for someone’s entrance.

And in that moment, he realized—he didn’t want to meet his fiancée. Not if it meant losing the girl in the kitchen—the one who smiled so brightly and laughed like the very embodiment of warmth.

Just as Hyugo shifted in his seat, ready to slip away and search for you, the sliding door opened with a soft, deliberate thud. The room fell deathly silent, the quiet stretching taut like a thread about to snap.

His breath caught in his throat.

You stepped into the room.

The jeweled hair pins adorning your hair glimmered under the golden light, casting tiny reflections like stars in the night sky. The fine silk of your garments draped elegantly over your form, a vision of poise and grace. For a fleeting moment, Hyugo was struck dumb, awestruck by the beauty before him.

But then—he saw your eyes.

The spark that once made them shine, that made you unmistakably you, was gone. They were hollow now, empty and distant, as though someone had extinguished the fire in your soul and replaced it with nothing but shadows.

Hyugo’s awe turned to anguish.

His heart sank like a stone, a dull ache spreading through his chest. What have they done to you?

The room buzzed with low whispers and speculative glances, gossip swirling like smoke in the air. All eyes were on you as you moved, every step poised and graceful, yet every moment unnatural—controlled.

You took your seat next to Hyugo, your gaze lingering on the kitchen door for just a breath before turning toward him. The faint, practiced smile on your lips didn’t quite reach your empty eyes.

“Surprise,” you murmured softly, your voice quiet, unfamiliar even to yourself. “It’s me. (Y/N) Shindou. Nice to meet you.”

Hyugo’s father nudged him with a sly smirk, clearly pleased, but Hyugo couldn’t bring himself to share in the pride or excitement. He couldn’t smile back.

Instead, he turned to you, searching for the girl he had met in the kitchen earlier—the one who joked and laughed, the one who hummed as she worked, the one who was real. That version of you seemed a world away now, trapped behind the layers of expectation and artifice.

With a resolute look, he reached out, his warm fingers gently curling around your hand. Lifting it to his lips, he pressed a tender kiss against your knuckles. It wasn’t just an act of formality—it was something more.

The room fell silent again as he looked up, his expression serious, his voice carrying a weight that demanded attention and respect.

“Don’t pretend,” Hyugo said firmly, his gaze holding yours. “I don’t want my future wife to hide her true feelings. It’s okay. If you can’t be yourself here, I’ll take you from here tonight.”

A collective murmur rippled through the room, stunned by his words, but Hyugo didn’t care. His focus was solely on you, his grip steady, offering something you hadn’t been given in years: a choice, and a sliver of hope.

For the first time that evening, your hollow expression cracked. The faintest flicker of light returned to your eyes—a spark—as though his words had reached a part of you you thought was long buried.

Your breath hitched as you tried to hold it all back, but the dam broke the moment your gaze met Mr. Aikawa’s from across the room. He stood silently in the shadows, his wrinkled face soft with an unspoken sorrow and pride. It was as though his presence alone reminded you of who you were.

A trembling sniff escaped you, and tears welled up, slipping silently down your cheeks as you turned back to Hyugo. He smiled faintly, as if to say, It’s okay. You don’t have to hold it in. You tried to hide your face, leaning closer to him for a brief moment, shielding yourself from the prying stares of the room.

But then your father moved. His stern, imposing figure cut through the murmuring crowd, his glare like ice. He reached for you with a tense smile, the kind meant only for show, his voice clipped and falsely apologetic.

“I’m sorry, Hyugo,” your father said smoothly, though the edge in his tone was unmistakable. “I will have a quick word with my daughter. Just a moment.”

Without waiting for Hyugo’s response, your father’s hand closed around your arm like a vice. The warmth and safety you had just begun to feel slipped away, replaced by cold dread as he yanked you from your seat, pulling you toward the hallway beyond.

But before he could take another step, a sharp sound cut through the tense silence—the scrape of Hyugo’s chair against the polished floor.

In an instant, Hyugo was behind him, his movements swift and deliberate. The room froze.

Your father barely had time to turn before the glint of Hyugo’s blade flashed under the dim light. A sharp gasp rippled through the crowd as Hyugo pinned the blade at your father’s collar, his voice low and deadly.

“You don’t touch her,” Hyugo growled, his anger simmering beneath the surface like molten fire. With a quick, clean motion, he slid the blade across your father’s throat.

Chaos erupted. Screams filled the air, chairs scraped, and the once-stately room was thrown into disarray. Hyugo’s father, seated at the head of the table, exhaled a heavy sigh as though this was the last outcome he had hoped for—but not entirely unexpected.

“Hyugo…” his father muttered, signaling as Hyugo’s family rushed to kill the remaining Shindou clan members as precautions against them wanting revenge.

You stumbled back in shock, trembling as Hyugo turned to you, blood splattered on his pristine formalwear. But his eyes, fierce yet soft, locked onto yours.

“You’re free now,” he said simply, as though it were the most obvious truth in the world. His hand reached for yours, steady amidst the chaos. “Come with me.”

Your heart pounded in your chest as you looked at him—this man who had shattered your gilded prison in a single moment. And for the first time, you truly believed that freedom might be possible. You reached for his hand.

You blinked at the sudden shift, the vivid remnants of your dream still clinging to your thoughts as you sat up slowly, pressing a hand to your aching temple. The haunting image of Hyugo’s outstretched hand lingered before dissolving into reality—the cozy warmth of MC’s living room wrapped around you now, safe and familiar.

“(Y/n)?” MC’s cheerful voice rang through the space, their giggle lighthearted as they plopped down beside you, shaking their head. “You passed out halfway through the movie. Don’t worry, it was adorable.”

You groaned softly, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as the lingering grogginess began to fade. “Ugh… Sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin your movie night. Hyugo kept me up late last night.” You managed a small, tired smile, though the dream still lingered at the edges of your mind like a fog.

MC grinned knowingly and handed you a glass of water, nudging it into your hand. “I bet he did.” They shot you a teasing look before settling in beside you. “Don’t sweat it. You needed a nap. Sol and Hyugo should be back soon anyway. They just went out to grab a few things.”

As if on cue, two solid knocks echoed at the front door.

“That’ll be them,” MC chirped, jumping up to answer. You could hear the faint sound of voices and the shuffle of footsteps as they opened the door.

You stayed on the couch, sipping your water as you stared blankly at the TV screen.

“Yo, sleepyhead,” Hyugo’s familiar voice called out, pulling you from your daze. You looked up to find him stepping inside, holding a bag in one hand and smirking at you. Sol followed close behind, shaking his head at Hyugo’s antics.

“You really passed out during movie night?” Hyugo teased, leaning against the back of the couch. His bright eyes sparkled with mischief, but there was something else there too—something softer that lingered for just a moment as he looked at you.

“Shut up,” you grumbled playfully, tossing a pillow at him. “Maybe if you didn’t keep me up so late—”

“That’s your fault for always wanting dessert at midnight,” he interrupted with a grin, easily catching the pillow mid-air.

MC laughed, watching the two of you with a knowing look before heading into the kitchen with Sol. “You two are impossible.”

You rolled your eyes, but when you looked back at Hyugo, his teasing smile softened. He held out the bag in his hand.

“Here,” he said, more quietly this time. “I saw this and thought you’d like it.”

Hyugo’s brows furrowed slightly as his thumb lingered just below your cheek, the tenderness in his touch sending your heart fluttering. His usual teasing demeanor had vanished, replaced by something deeper—something unspoken.

“You dreamed about it?” he asked softly, searching your eyes.

You nodded, offering him a small, reassuring smile, though your voice came out quieter than you intended. “Yeah… about the kitchen, the mess we made… when you stole my taiyaki.” You chuckled faintly, trying to lighten the mood. “I guess I was crying because… it felt so real. Like I was reliving it all.”

Hyugo’s gaze softened, but his seriousness didn’t fade. He leaned back slightly, his hand falling away, though the warmth of his presence remained. “I remember that day too, you know,” he admitted, his voice low. “You were so mad at me—and cute, too—hitting me with that jam bag.” A small, crooked smile tugged at his lips before his expression turned thoughtful. “But when I looked at you… when you smiled… I think I knew. That’s when it started.”

Your breath caught slightly as his words settled over you, carrying more weight than you expected. You tilted your head, studying him. “When what started?”

Hyugo hesitated for only a second, then his eyes met yours, unwavering. “When I started wanting to see that smile every day. Even if it meant getting hit with a hundred jam bags.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The room felt smaller, quieter—just the two of you and the memories that lingered between you.

You smiled shyly, trying to ignore the heat creeping up your cheeks. “You’re such an idiot, Hyugo…”

“Yeah, but you like me anyway,” he teased, the playful lilt returning to his voice, though his eyes stayed warm, sincere. He reached for the box of takoyaki, holding it up like a peace offering. “Here—no jam this time. Just a guy trying to make you smile.”

You laughed softly, shaking your head as you reached for one of the warm pastries. “You’re lucky you’re good at this.”

Hyugo leaned back, arms crossed with a smug grin. “Lucky? Nah, I’m just determined. You’re worth it.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t stop the grin tugging at your lips when Hyugo kissed you happily. Somehow, it felt like fate had brought you full circle—back to where it all started, back to where you started. And this time, there was no emptiness in your eyes, no hollow shell. Just you… and him.

And for now, that was enough.

[lunamugetsu]

House Husband Danny

(Remember this post I made: Danny is a househusband. Well I decided to make it into a story) Crossposted from AO3. Here's a link

Location: Unknown, Date: Unknown

Three figures emerged from a glowing pit of green water, gasping for air as they dragged themselves out.

A man with dark skin was breathing heavily and went to shake the pale man with dark hair that was still unconscious. He paused as another hand was raised motioning for him to stop. He looked over at the women with long black hair.

“He’s tired, let him rest.” She said

“What are we going to do?” the woman merely smiled as she turned to fix the damp hair that was covering the unconscious man’s face.

“Simple… Danny will rest and heal…and we will live like the rulers we are.” She turned to look at her other partner.

“Yes… we will,” he confirmed as they both smiled while looking at their love.

Present Day

Danny hummed as he put away the newly washed dishes from dinner.

Ah, how nice it was to be in a home where the food didn’t come alive and try to declare war on him.

One less thing to worry about.

Now that dinner was eaten and leftovers were put away. He could focus on the package that came in the mail, he had been waiting for it for weeks.

Tucker and Sam had called ahead to say that they were working late.

What a shame.

Danny sat down in the living room and turned on the tv while cracking open the package.

“This is Lois Lane reporting for the Daily Planet! Breaking news as the Justice League members Superman and Wonder Woman are fighting off villains in Metropolis! They have been identified as the new villains: Upload and Nightshade. They made their first appearance known to the world a couple months ago- JIMMY LOOK OUT!”

The camera shook for a moment before stabilizing showing Superman was holding onto Lois Lane and Wonder Woman was holding onto the cameraman.

“It’s not safe here, please evacuate to a safer area.” Superman said before speeding off with Wonder Woman following close behind.

“Jimmy get a shot! That’s Nightshade!” the reporter said pointing to a large plant-like monster made of vines and thorns that was the size of a skyscraper. The cameraman zoomed in on the figure that was currently sitting on the monster’s shoulder. A woman with long black hair that appeared as if it was almost floating in an ethereal manner. She was a pale woman wearing a black skintight bodysuit with matching thigh high boots, black bandages were wrapped around her forearms while her hands lit up with a neon green energy along with her eyes. Nightshade smiled, turning to look straight into the direction of the camera before saying some words that the camera couldn’t pick up before humongous vines started filling up the camera’s screen, the sound of screaming could be heard before the feed was cut.

“That doesn’t look good,” Danny commented before turning back to the open package.

Ooh, that fabric did feel as soft as it was advertised! He better try it on to see it fit. He knew he checked the measurements before placing the order but still, mistakes always happened. He was also still a little hungry, perhaps some fruit from the fridge would be good.

It was a couple of minutes before the for the news to come back on. Danny sat down on the couch, sporting a plate of fruit with a side of whipped cream to dip it in. He plopped one into his mouth as the tv started airing the news again.

The camera lens managed to stay undamaged as the camera man and the reporter were taking cover behind the corner of a building focusing on the figure that was currently standing in front of a fallen Superman that was grimacing as the green light from the glowing rock in the figure’s gloved hand seemed to intensify. It also didn’t help that there appeared to be a set of special cuffs that were encasing the superheroes hands, forcing them together.

“And here I was thinking that defeating you couldn’t be that easy… well then again. Can’t expect a superhero to just not react to their greatest weakness. Kryptonite wasn’t really hard to track down who had a stash of these, it was even easier to take it. ” The figure was a man with dark skin with long dreadlocks and was wearing a visor that covered hi eyes from view. He wore a long coat with short sleeves letting people see the robotic gloves that went up all the way up his arms. The camera picked up a hum emanating from the robotic arms and crack of electricity.

“Why? Why are you doing this, Upload?” Superman said as he made to force himself to stand despite his bound hands.

“Hmm, wealth, fame, power, pettiness, destroying all the buildings I want without needing to pay for it, or maybe I just don’t like people who call themselves heroes,” Upload said as he moved to the side as Wonder Woman was thrown into a building.

“Truly, I thought they’d give more of a challenge,” Nightshade commented as the plant-monster then slammed a hand down onto Wonder Woman encasing the superhero in vines  making it practically impossible for the woman to rip out of.

Danny hummed as he looked at the news.

He should probably help… he stuck a strawberry into his mouth.

“How do you think we should do this, Nightshade? Slowly and methodical, or fast and exciting?” Upload turned to look at Nightshade.

“Obviously, something with mo-“

RING! RING! RING!

The two supervillains looked towards each other. Upload taking out a phone from his pocket while Nightshade motioned for the plant monster to give her, her bag so she could take out her phone.

“Hello/Hello.” Thy said answering their phone in unison.

“You’re hungry?” Nightshade asked.

“We did say we were working late, you’re welcome to eat out if you want- huh? I mean, what are you wearing?” Upload said

The two paused and looked at each other.

“The thing you ordered a couple weeks ago?” Upload said, “the red one?”

“That’s made with silk?” Nightshade hands were clenching down onto her phone.

“And you’re eating,” Upload looked over at Nightshade.

“Strawberries and whipped cream,” She said.

Ding! Ding!

The two turned to their phone at having received a message. The villains looked at their phone  and then to each other.

“We’ll be there in ten!” they said in unison before putting away their phones.

It happened quickly.

With a wave her hand, all of the plants started retreating back away from the superheroes while saying some words that the camera couldn ’t pick up and a portal opened right next to her.

Meanwhile Upload placed the kryptonite into a contain while hitting some buttons that were on his gloves and the cuffs that were on Superman unlocked and fell off the man ’s wrists.

Nightshade motioned for the now human-sized plant monster to walk through the portal while Upload was walking up to her.

“Wait! Where do you think you’re goin-” Wonder Woman and Superman held their ears as a loud sound echoed out a tool that Upload threw on the ground.

“Oh no! How dare you heroes foil our evil plan!” Nightshade said in a dead tone before grabbing Upload by his collar, “c’mon we gotta go!”

The two ran into the portal, disappearing out of sight, leaving nothing but the aftermath of the destruction of the fight they had with the two heroes.

“I’m sorry, what the heck just happened?!” Lois Lane said, turning to look at the camera.

Danny hummed as he turned off the tv and took his plate of food with him as he got off the couch.

He needed to get upstairs, after all, Sam and Tucker weren’t going to be working late after all.

The man sat himself into the master bedroom, it had a bed that was an Alaskan King size. Largest size of bed they could find, could easily fit a whole family of four on it. He didn’t even know beds came in that size.

Danny continued humming as he settled himself down in the middle of the bed. The sheets were made of Egyptian cotton. Ethically sourced, of course. Sam wouldn’t stand sleeping on something that was made by a company that destroyed the environment while simultaneously overworking and underpaying their employees. Tucker had come to the rescue, buying a set of sheets on his last trip from Egypt. They had to custom order it especially since their bed didn’t fit the common dimensions that mass production usually went by.

But he wasn’t complaining, the bed was really… nice.

He laid back against the pillows, wearing nothing but the little red number that came in the mail that day.

He dipped a strawberry into the whipped cream and took a bite out of it. Giving a hum as he enjoyed the taste. It was so nice not to have to worry about anything. No ghosts trying to kill him, no government agency trying to track him down to vivisect and kill him, no parents trying to shoot, vivisect, and kill him- Danny wondered if that was a normal amount of people to have to want to kill him.

Whatever, it didn’t matter anymore.

He smiled as he heard the sound of the front door being slammed open and shut followed by a furious pattering sound of feet going up the stairs. He hoped they’d taken their shoes off when they got in. He just vacuumed the house that afternoon.

The door to the bedroom opened with a bang as he saw Sam and Tucker, wearing their civilian clothing that they had clearly just thrown on with no thought of whether or not they should straighten out any of the clothes or at least to check if they put on their shirt inside out. It was a rule though, never bring work home, it always brought trouble. They had enough trouble dealing with ghosts to last a lifetime, let alone the afterlife.

“I’m hungry,” Danny said while taking  a bite of a strawberry and licking off cream that caught on his lip. He could see them already looking at his mouth and trailing their eyes across the new article of clothing he was wearing.. The man curled his finger to motion for them to come closer.

“Come and feed me.” He smiled as his partners joined him in bed.

Ah, it was so nice when his partners didn’t work late nights.