#and look at what tea shes drinking HEH

[fizzy-dizz]

BATB Week - Day 3 "Lavender" @beauty-beast-week

(Didnt do the first 2 prompts bc lack of ideas lol so i am starting the week off today! Happy BATB week lets GOO!!!)

For today's prompt "Lavender", I was thinking about Belle's first few nights in the castle. She must've had many sleepless nights, with racing thoughts of nerves and excitement bundled together. Luckily she's roomies with Garderobe who loves a good chat. I like to see the two having occasional late night talks, where Garderobe helps put her mind at ease with spirited words, while sharing her reminiscences of being a singer and a woman again. It is nice for Belle to have some female company in her life for once and I think it's a part of the movie that should be explored a bit.

[trendywaifus]

you smack feixiao’s hand away from your cup of wine, casting your woman a quick glare before going back to talking to jing yuan. she pouts, resting her cheek against her palm, elbow propped up on her knee as she lazily tunes into the conversation about daily life between you and jingyuan.

“ i heard that yanqing and yunli has been getting along lately. is that true, jing’? “ you inquire, idly tapping a finger against the wooden surface of the low table. jing yuan chuckles, taking a sip of his wine.“ they’re getting there. it seems like their little “battles” are a form of kiddy dates. “ you let out a soft laugh, barely aware of feixiao’s hand sneakily reaching for your cup. noticing his fellow equal in title’s antics, the white, long-haired man shakes his head disapprovingly. she press a finger to her smirking lips as she slowly slides your cup towards her and—

“ you know i can see your hand from the corner of my eye, you sneaky vixen! “ you instinctively grabbed her fox ear and pulled at it.

she yelps, “ ow, ow! dearrestt, i was just kiddding—ouch! “

“ yeah right! what did i tell you about trying to drink liquor you know you can’t handle? this poor man told me you downed a whole thing of wine, destroyed his gazebo a few days ago, and passed out drunk! “

“ heh–ouch! i got a little carried away and i was thirsty—ouuuch! i was just visiting and wanted a—ouch, ouch, ouch!”

“ a visitor but not. a. guest! “ you hissed. jing yuan turns his head and stifles back a bellowing laugh at the comical sight of the merlin’s claw of the xianzhou yaoqing getting scolded by her lover. you finally let go of feixiao’s sore ear and sighed exasperatedly. “ you should of stayed with jiaoqiu at the tea house. there’s a reason why the loufu doesn’t sell alcohol when— “

feixiao stubbornly cuts you off, “ nonsense! to hell with it! “

she swiftly swipes your cup, brings it to her lips, and downs the strong, rich content. you and jing yuan’s jaw drop in astonishment as she gulps everything down.

“ fei—y-you didn’t— “

“ and i did! seee, mymostamazingbelovedmate?” she drunkenly slurs, slamming the cup back on the table. “ i can handle a little cup of wine jusst fine! your most fantastic lover can handle it! “ feixiao’s bright ocean eyes are already half-lidded and dazed as she clumsily stands up, nearly falling backwards trying to maintain her balance.

“ that’s not—feixiao! sit your stupid ass back down before you fall and hit your head! “

“ you should listen to your spouse. we wouldn’t want the lacking general to get a knot on her head after getting defeated by a mere cup of wine, hm? “ jing yuan advises casually before clearing his throat. he takes a long sip of his wine. you pinch the bridge of your nose because of his mocking comment.

“ haahhhh? “ feixiao glared angrily at the man before raising her foot, and slammed her heel down on the table, sending it flying in the air. did this man just purposely provoke feixiao? you can’t even call him petty at this point because she was the one who destroyed his property the last time he saw her.

“ let’s take this outside, jing yuan! just because my dear lover is here. . .doesn’t mean. . .i won’t. . “ feixiao trails off sleepily, losing her footing and falls sideways. luckily, her head lands safely on your lap, body stretched out perfectly on the tatami mat. you sighed in great relief, stroking her head as she sleeps soundly. “ you knew she’d do this which is why you made that comment earlier, huh? “

jing yuan simply smiles at you, the smug look evident in his golden hues.

“ not exactly. but i’ll say this, i forgive but i don’t forget. “

you roll your eyes at him.

[twisted-king]

Hi! Hello! I was wondering if you wrote any platonic hecs in twst? If you do, can you write gn!mc always finding a away to mention/talk about her home world? Maybe add a little bit of homesickness for angst👀.

Platonic hcs with the first years pls:>

Btw I really love you writing style!♡

AAAA oh my gosh thank you so much! I have no idea what im really doing aha...

Absolutely!!! here's a key:

Epel Ace Deuce Sebek Jack You

First year friend group + Reader who talks about home

They love you

they REALLY do

But this is excessive.

"Back at the farm we used to drink hot cider after a long day out in the snow, actually one time we-" "Heh.. like how my mom and I used to..." "Used to what?" "Oh its nothing... Just a tradition. We'd get together every Tuesday and go for bubble tea" "Oh..."

Epel understands feeling far from home, and he wants to try and relate with you but he doesn't know about half the stuff you're saying.

"hahah I got a higher score than you this time. Mayeb you shoulda studied a bit harder like lil ol me~" "Shut up Ace! It's a difference of like... two points!" "Two more points than you!" "oh you-" "My friends and I used to compare scores all the time, she always asked for help studying but.. haha she always got better grades than me."

They feel SO awkward when this happens

Deuce almost feels like he's showing off in some kind of way. He wants to be an honor student AND a good friend to you, so he's trying to creatre new memories with you, he's just having some trouble.

"Hey! I uh- I learned out to make one of Trey's tart! The one from the unbirthday party you liked so much?" "Oh thank you Deuce! It's kind of funny actually-" oh no,,, "My sibling and I used to bake for each other to say sorry."

Ace on the other hand is curious, but he kind of wishes you could be with the group sometimes.

"And then Lucius was like-- On top of Deuce- get this- while he was STILL sleeping" "No way..!" "Seriously?" "Hah- how pathetic, I NEVER fall asleep in Trein's... admittedly dull, lessons." "I used to have a dog, he could sleep anywhere"

And suddenly, it's quiet again...

Jack tries to keep your mind off things

He takes you out on relatively silent runs, he invites you to track meets, you can join or just watch him and Deuce! You've been looking a little down recently so, this makes sens to Jack, Deuce enjoys having you watch him run too, his friends give him extra motivation to beat his last personal best!

But... now you're crying?

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Ace, Epel, and Sebek are on their way too, they wanted to do something nice for you and suprise you and -oh no...

They drop everything.

Your friends rush toward you, maybe you're hurt? you like... NEVER cry around them.

And suprisingly, Sebek can get you through the worst of it

"You're sad. and far from home. and that is hard. Especially for a pu ny huma-" "Sebek!!" "Right, uh... But we are here with you now. And we care for you."

"You're our best friend, I don't think anyone would be 'round here if it weren't for you."

"I don't feel as alone, riding solo just... wasnt it."

"'Sides, class isnt nearly as fun without you in it?"

"We really care about you, Prefect. You're our friend."

They gather around you, peacefully letting you cry after they let you know how muhc you mean to them.

"I just... I miss home so much..!"

[bebe-writes-stuff]

I haven't wrote anything for a hot minute, so here :

Sick! clingy! Mikey x Reader

You were angry at him, but at the same time, you couldn't leave him like this. Mikey was sick, really sick. He was shivering in his bed, whining about how cold he was.

"Well, if you would've just listened to me, and not gone out when you had just taken a shower. We wouldn't be here, would we?"

Your tone when you scolded him was stern, but the way you placed the wet cloth on his forehead, to lower his temperature, was oh so soft. He felt like he could simply melt under your gentle touch.

"If it meant you taking care of me like this, I'd get sick all the time, just to have all your attention on me, heh." :>

"You sure do talk a lot for someone who's sick, Manjiro. Just rest, so you can get better soon."

You mutter, before landing a small peck on his temple. He couldn't help but get shy, no one ever could fluster him, only you had that power. He felt hot, all of the sudden.

"Manjiro, are you okay? Your face is red, are you getting worse?"

You were quick to place the towel again on his forehead, which he quickly brushed your hand off his head. Despite how much his body ached and was sore, he sat up, and took your wrist into his palm before looking directly into your eyes. You didn't notice time passing as you both just...sat there, looking into each other's eyes.

"Are you ok-"

He abruptly cut you off by kissing you. He simply just leaned in and kissed you. Almost as a reflex, your hand reached up, cupping his face and sinking further into the soft sensual kiss.

"Damn, I wanted to kiss so fucking badly, but I didn't wanna get you sick angel. A few kisses won't kill you, right?"

He whispered in a raspy low tone. Your mind melting into mush, you failed to realize Mikey's sneaky moves, he was slowly pushing you against the bed, caging you between his arms.

"Y/n, you're so warm."

He was hugging you against the bed, nowhere to run. His breath fanned your neck because of his rested head on your shoulder. You felt his sweaty body pressed so tightly up to yours. Before he could continue his little romance moment, it dawned on him. A sharp pain right in his lungs. His rough cough caught you off guard as you quickly broke the tight embrace to check his continuously declining health. You quickly tuck him back into bed, wrapping every blanket in sight around him. You glared at him,

"Don't do that again, just stay in bed, you need to get better. That cough sounded really bad."

"I'm fineeee y/n, your kisses make me feel better. I just wanna get closer to you-"

He whined as he was started to get up again before you pushed him down,

"Nope, you're staying here. I'm gonna go get something for you to drink. Stay."

Making your way out of his room and into the kitchen, you were met with his younger sister, Emma.

"Hey Y/n, how's he doing?"

She asked, looking up at you from her phone. She had just finished the chores around the house,

"Don't know, honestly. His temperature is decreasing a little, but his cough is bad."

You mumbled as you filled the kettle with water, you were gonna make him tea.

"Mm, are you making tea?"

She peeked over your shoulder, eyes following your movements, before she smiled,

"The tea you make always tastes so good, how do you do it?"

You shrugged,

"I don't know, you just make tea regularly. I mean, I use honey instead of sugar."

"Huh? Seriously, that's it?

"Yep, life's better when it's simple."

...

"Y/nnnn, I missed you."

Mikey whined when you entered the room after being gone for what seemed like forever. You sat on the edge of the bed,

"Hey Manjiro, can you sit up and drink this, please?"

You held the cup of tea in your palm as you watched Mikey cringe,

"Noooo, Y/n, is that tea? Ewwwww."

"C'mon Manjiro, you have to drink it. It'll make your throat feel better."

He shook his head childishly and crossed his arms. A sigh left your lips, before a thought suddenly popped in your mind. You blew gently at the cup to cool it down, then, you took a sip of the warm liquid.

"Huh what are you do-"

You leaned down, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your lips made contact, forcing the tea into his mouth, and finally, he swallowed it. You licked the leftover tea off his lips, and a smile tugged on his face,

"How is it?"

You asked, feeling his hot breath against your lips

"Hmm, it's sweet, just like you. Makes me want more of you, don't mind if I do, I'm kinda of greedy."

-you guys, part 2??

[spirit-lanterns]

THE BOSS’ CHARACTER SHEET

A semi-detailed post about the Boss’ character information and personality. Certain pieces of information are REDACTED, but will be unlocked in the future.

All information available for the Boss, is under the cut:

BIO: 

FULL NAME: ??? “The Boss” {TO BE UNLOCKED}

GENDER: Female 

PRONOUNS: She/her 

AGE: 38 years old 

HEIGHT: 5’8

MODEL TYPE: Tall female 

TYPE: Playable character

FACTION(S): The Rabbit’s Foot

WORLD: Penacony

RARITY: 5 Star 

PATH: Harmony 

COMBAT TYPE: Imaginary 

OVERVIEW:

The Boss is a woman of mysterious origin. No one in Penacony recalls just how she set foot upon the elusive planet of festivities, yet The Rabbit’s Foot, her most prized casino, is quite popular amongst the people of Penacony for all the riches and Bunnies she has to offer…

A mature woman of high status and a slacker to boot, the Boss is quite a mixed bag as no one really knows what to expect when conversing with her for the first time. People expect her to be a lavish, elegant, and proper woman, yet if you ask the Bunnies of the casino, they’d all say their Boss is a well-known “lazy bones.” 

Besides sleeping at her office and lounging with her Bunnies, the Boss enjoys collecting intricate tea sets and watching Broadway shows. 

APPEARANCE:

The Boss is a tall woman with long, blonde hair, always pulled up in an intricate updo with multiple hairpins and clips, light blue eyes, fair skin, as well as a darkly colored kimono with floral patterns. On her “lazy days” however, the Boss likes to leave her hair down, her clothes often not worn properly as she has a habit of wearing her clothes in a way where it exposes her shoulders and other assets.

She has a detailed sleeve of tattoos on her right arm (your left) that depict a branch of colorfully pink sakura flowers. It can sometimes be shown when the Boss doesn’t wear her clothes properly. 

PERSONALITY:

The Boss is a lazy, yet mature woman that has a habit of napping in her office whenever she’s left alone. She’s a slacker through and through, and she never really does her paperwork unless her Bunnies force her to. 

She’s also quite into adult indulgences, such as alcohol, smoking, gambling and sex. Not afraid to show off her wants and desires, the Boss can also be quite straightforward whenever she wants something of her affection. Besides coming off as a lazy bum however, the Boss cares deeply for her Bunnies, as she’s always looking for ways to keep them satisfied. 

Sometimes when she’s left alone, the Boss can be seen frowning and immediately lighting her pipe for a smoke, before quickly changing her downcast expression to an aloof one.

BACKSTORY: 

{TO BE UNLOCKED}

VOICE-OVERS:

FIRST MEETING: “Ah…a pleasantry to meet you. My name? Hah…just call me Boss, sweetheart.”

GREETING: “You’re back! That was fast…did you want to rent out a Bunny? Or perhaps…you came back for me?”

PARTING: “Come back soon, the Bunnies always miss you, I know I do…”

ABOUT SELF: REAL NAME: “My real name is not of importance, people know me as Boss and I stick to it. The Bunnies never really asked, but you are the first person to push on this topic. Heh, what? Don’t look at me like that, I like being called Boss.”

ABOUT SELF: SMOKING: “Sorry, I know the smell of smoke isn’t pleasant, but I can’t help it whenever I’m stressed. I know, I know, it’s a bad habit, but…gambling is a bad habit too, right?”

CHAT: BUNNIES: “Ahhhh I just love my Bunnies so much! They’re so cute and bouncy, but goodness are they hyper. I had to build an indoor gym just for them in the casino, just so they could get their zoomies out.”

CHAT: NAPS: “I love napping. I hope it doesn’t show my age, but napping just replenishes my energy so much that sometimes I coax the Bunnies into napping with me in my office. They make the perfect cuddle buddies.”

HOBBIES: “I don’t drink tea, but I love collecting tea sets. I have an entire cabinet at home just filled with different sets from all over the galaxy. I even have one that has little bunny teacups!”

ANNOYANCES: “I hate drunk people. Why would you drink so much if you know your alcohol tolerance is low? (Sigh) At the very least, my Bouncer Bunnies are able to take care of it.”

SOMETHING TO SHARE: “If you scratch a Bunny’s ear at the base of their scalp, their foot will begin to tap rapidly against the floor. Hm? How do I know this? Aha…I like exploring with my hands.”

KNOWLEDGE: “When you drink alcohol, you have to do it fast. Slow, leisurely sips make the alcohol burn your throat longer, yet if you drink it in one go, you are able to enjoy the taste.”

ABOUT: (BUNNY READER): “Ah…(Bunny Reader)...why won’t she stay with me? Oh! How long have you been standing there?”

ABOUT: KAFKA: “She’s not a criminal under the casino, she’s a customer. However, I won’t lie and say that I am completely thrilled that a Stellaron Hunter is renting out one of my Golden Bunnies every week. I can’t imagine what she’s doing to my poor Bunny…”

ABOUT: HIMEKO: “I like Himeko, she’s a very sweet woman and her coffee recipe is divine. I’ll have to visit her on The Express one day and see her tea set collection myself.”

ABOUT: BLACK SWAN: “I never really know what’s going on with that woman, but she’s a very efficient dealer. She puts some of my Dealer Bunnies to shame with how quick her hands are, hehe.”

ABOUT: ACHERON: “The Galaxy Ranger, right? She’s not the best gambler, but her ambition is admirable.”

ABOUT: FIREFLY: “Ohhh, that poor girl. She’s been tackled in the casino sixteen times now by my Golden Bunny.”

ABOUT: ROBIN: “She’s probably the worst gambler I have ever seen, yet she seems to be a favorite of my Golden Bunny.”

ABOUT: TOPAZ: “She’s cheated in a gamble before, but thanks to Black Swan she was caught and punished accordingly. I would’ve kicked her out of the casino for this, but (Bunny Reader) loves to keep her around for some reason.”

ABOUT: SERVAL: “I hire her sometimes to play live music in my casino. The patrons and Bunnies love her very much, so she gets discounts sometimes if she wishes to rent out Golden Bunny.” 

ABOUT: CONSTANCE: “Logically she’s much more dangerous than Kafka, but I can’t help but trust her more. Maybe it’s just because I’m a little biased and we have wine together sometimes.” 

TRIVIA: 

The Boss’ real name translates directly to “Spring Princess.”

The Boss uses her smoking pipe as a weapon when in combat. The smoke from it can increase the stats of party members. 

Her alcohol tolerance is extremely high.

The Boss has talents in dancing and embroidery. 

She is bisexual. 

The Boss claims she is an ass woman because “everyone has an ass, therefore ass is the best part.”

The Boss is a criminal. For what exactly is a secret and will be revealed in her backstory.

GALLERY:

Left Art: @e-hibiscus on Tumblr

Right Art: @deadflyartlogs on Instagram

[hogwartslegacyreactions2]

Hey there! I know I know, I just asked you for a request*, but this idea hits so hart today >.< My request number two: Reaction of Students and Professors if - how in Merlins name could this happen?! - some photographs from MC as a baby/toddler/child circulate around Hogwarts....some really cute and really embarrassing pictures from their first years. Awww! I would love it, I'm giggling alone in my dark room at the moment... Your blog is beautiful and I hope so is your evening! *I still request it, but just if you like^^

A/N: this is hilarious! Lmao

HLC REACT TO MC'S BABY PICTURES

A spell mishap and Peeves interference had MC frantically running all over Hogwarts trying to collect the photos but they just kept multiplying and flying away.

SEBASTIAN SALLOW: He entirely entertained watching MC run around like a chicken with its head cut off to collect all the photos. He doesn't really understand what they're freaking out about anyway, they're cute pictures. Especially the one where MC wears a pair of trousers on their head.

OMINIS GAUNT: To him the whole thing sounds like someone left a door open and a bunch of leaves were blowing around inside. It's only through the surrounding students that he determines that they were photographs of an embarrassing nature. Heh, He's glad it's not him.

ANNE SALLOW: She stows one away. One of MC proudly holding a bored looking cat like a teddy bear. It was too cute to let it fly away. She'll give it back eventually.

IMELDA REYES: She laughs at MC expense and walks away. This is their problem to solve, she has flying to do.

NATSAI ONAI: She's running around with MC trying to collect the photos. She can't help but stop every once in awhile to admire a good one, though. MC was a really cute baby.

GARRETH WEASLEY: He was eating lunch when one smacks him in the face. He looks at it, chuckles and then goes back to eating. He holds it up for MC to snatch when they come barreling through the Great Hall.

LEANDER PREWETT: He casually goes through the photos that fly to him and he admires them. Not just how cute and funny some of them were but seeing where and how MC grew up. Photos tell a story and he was very interested in it.

AMIT THAKKAR: He tries to help with summoning spells. He collects a few at a time but the photos are multiplying faster than they can catch. They're jinxed!

EVERETT CLOPTON: He's sneaking away from the situation. He was practicing the duplication jinx and accidentally hit MC's photo album. He doesn't even remember why they had it with them. Just that Peeves showed up after the photos burst from the book.

POPPY SWEETING: She just watches the chaos. She's sure jobberknolls hopped up on accelerant potion would be easy to collect. She does see a few photos that settle near her. MC eating cereal out of an expensive looking vase is her favorite.

~~~

ELEAZAR FIG: "Peeves! Stop this at once!" Peeves drops the pile of duplicating photos and flies off with a cackle. He nullified the jinx and helped MC clean up. He sees a few photos and smiles to himself. He'd have to ask if he could see them proper some day.

MATILDA WEASLEY: "Aresto Momentum!" With a powerful wave a magic, all the photos stopped dead in their tracks. She looks at MC with slight disappointment. One spell could have fixed all this instead of panicking. "Clean up this mess, I'll handle Peeves." She storms after the poltergeist.

CHIYO KOGAWA: "Well, that's unfortunate." She finds one photo of MC drinking water from a puddle next to the family dog. "Kids..." She chuckles and hands the photo to MC when they run past.

AESOP SHARP: He's mid sip of morning tea when he walks in on the situation. Peeves has done worse. He turns around and walks away from the pandemonium.

ABRAHAM RONEN: He laughs as he joins MC in the chase. "This is fun!" He exclaims like it's just one big game. He will adore MC's pictures, they'll have a hard time getting them away from him without explaining them.

MIRABEL GARLICK: "Peeves! You absolute scoundrel! Stop tormenting the students!" She shoos away the poltergeist and helps MC collect the photos and cancel the jinx. She checks if MC is actually alright. These photos may be embarrassing but they are more than that. They're precious memories.

MUDIWA ONAI: With a wave of her hand, all the photos come to her. She gives Peeves a stern look, which he returns with a loud raspberry, and she hands the photos back to MC. "You should be more careful with these. They may be embarrassing moments now but they are wonderful memories to hold on to. Would you like to see Natty's?" She chuckles.

DINAH HECAT: She sighs and wordlessly waves her wand at Peeves. He stops, drops the photos, and dives through the floor in hast. No one knows what she did but she is one of the few people at Hogwarts Peeves is actually afraid of.

CUTHBERT BINNS: He watches Peeves fly by. He sinks through the floor to the dungeons and finds the Bloody Baron. "He's at it again." The Baron zooms off to do unspeakable things to Peeves.

SATYAVATI SHAH: She quietly collects a few photos after Peeves had his fun and gives them back to MC without a word.

PHINEAS NIGELLUS BLACK: He's just annoyed by the interruption of his day. The poltergeist, the students, they're all so annoying.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Cater, Ruggie: The Secret in a Smile

Caycay, bestie… I am so sorry that SSR Crowley stole your spotlight 😭 (Is that why Cater looks so Mean Girls in his groovy... He's seeking petty revenge against Crowley/j)

Some cute stuff from the vignettes that I wasn't able to include in this fic: Cater makes a reference to TsumTsums! He mentions being into this mobile game with cute round creatures. Cater also tells a story about a 5-year old girl giving him a flower after his club's performance at a cultural festival (omg, do they mean the one in book 5?!). Ruggie teases him and says Cater must have been that little girl's first crush 😂

A Tale as Old as Time.

“Ne, ne, Ruggie-kun! Check this one out~ It's all the way from the Queendom of Roses!"

Cater jabbed a thumb at a painting of a young blonde girl dressed in a modest sky blue frock and apron, a small black bow in her hair. She couldn’t have been older than 10 years of age, still petite enough to squish inside a glass bottle with a narrow neck. The bottled child was adrift in a sudsy sea, her face frozen in an expression of slight worry.

Ruggie took one look at the artwork, then wrinkled his nose. “Sure sucks to be in her shoes. What’s this even supposed to show us, anyway? Doesn’t make a whole lotta sense to me.”

"Not a lot from the Queendom does if you aren't already familiar with its topsy-turvy stories~" Cater placed a hand on his hip and leaned forward, grinning. "This one is pretty popular! It's about a girl that wants an audience with the Queen of Hearts. She gets lost on the journey there, meets strange people and experiences even stranger things on the way. This is just one leg of that trip!"

"Wouldn’t the castle be further inland? How'd she end up in the middle of the ocean?"

“It’s about the perspective of the shot.” Cater formed a frame with his hands, catching his underclassman in it. He pulled back, creating the illusion of sizing Ruggie down. “She drank this bottled liquid she found and that shrank her down—so really, the ocean isn’t that big.”

A grimace.

“Man, talk about no sense of self preservation. She just chugged an unlabeled bottle without a second thought. Must’ve been real desperate.” Ruggie paused. “Weeeell, not like I’m one to talk about being desperate. You really can’t afford to be picky sometimes. If it fills your stomach, it fills your stomach.”

“You’d drink it too, huh… I don’t think I could do that. I’d at least want to see how the menu describes it before I order—though I guess it also depends on how ‘cammable the drink is! And hey, think about all the cool pics I could grab from a worm's eye point of view!”

"Heh, you don't seem too pressed about living life as an ant."

"Cay-kun likes to look on the bright side of things!" he declared with a wink and a peace sign. "The lost girl... she worried so much about finding her destination, she forgets to stop and smell the roses. She overlooks a lot of the fun people she could have spent time with."

Hopping from place to place, missed people—familiar elements, resurfacing a childhood of being uprooted and dragged about. Never to fully settle.

A tea party here, a brief convo there. Just enough to keep him placated, but not enough to see beyond the surface of the looking glass.

His curiosity still left wanting.

She got into so much trouble, but didn't have any real friends to come and help her.

Sadness tugged at his heartstrings, but Cater's smile didn’t waver.

"... I can’t help but kinda pity the poor thing," he said quietly. Then, brightening in the next moment, "All her issues could've been avoided if she just looked before she leapt and made some connections."

“Yeah, she definitely should’ve played smarter, not harder. Maybe if she kissed up to the locals, they’d have come to her rescue." Ruggie shrugged. "It works for me and Leona-san."

“Right? A smile goes a long way to getting what you want!” Cater poked the corners of his mouth. “You totes get me.”

“Cuz it takes a trickster to know another one on sight.”

"Wow, it sounds so mean when you put it like that. We're not tricksters, we just know how to use our smiles to problem-solve~"

"Giving a word a fresh coat of paint doesn't make it any less shady. At least be honest with yourself," the hyena smirked.

“Eeeh, I’m always honest!”

They shared a laugh—Ruggie, a snicker. Cater, lighter, more bubbly, like a carbonated mystery drink. When the effervescence died down, he cast another glance at the painting.

Too big for her small world of the sea, too small for the big world that loomed beyond it. Trapped within glass walls. Curled into herself in her delicate chambers.

Her perspective and his, one and the same.

Poor thing, poor thing, poor thing.

Cater summoned his strength and bore the full brunt of his smile.

“I’m sure she’ll find what she’s looking for… one day.”

[germhammy]

“At The Walker’s- The date pt 4”

Enid: oh! B, Wednesday texted me from Burlington

Bianca: -mixing guacamole dip- spill the tea! Come on. Is Xavier impressing her?

Lou-Anne: Xavier? Enid? Why is Wednesday out with him? I thought she was your girlfriend

Enid: she is. She just agreed to a date with him to get him to shut up. -shows text and reads replies in real time-

-this is a nice casual spot by the lake. I like it. Not ‘fancy’. Xavier is overdressed. I look like I’m in elaborate period costume so he is getting more stares than I am

-🤦🏼‍♀️ is the food at least good?

-we only had salad so far Caesar salad. He ordered everything. Never giving me a chance. With tuna. I would have preferred chicken

-what did he order?

-escargot, buffalo shrimp, 2 Caesar salads with tuna, 2 bowls of clam chowder, 2 shrimp cocktails , 20 oysters 1/2 shell, 2 lobsters, and fried clams. And to drink 2 cokes. I had to tell the waitress to exchange the coke for a 7up because I can not drink coke. I also ordered myself a fish and chips.

-WTF!? He ordered all that?

-yes. I hope he is hungry. I will eat the soup. Leaving the clams. And perhaps the fried clams. I am more worried about the bill

-the bill? Isn’t he paying?

-I should hope so. I said I would go out with him. He is obviously trying to impress me. I am willing to pay for the fish and chips I ordered

-he ordered a lot of food you won’t eat

-he is definitely not making a good impression. You smelled him at the shuttle stop right?

-oh my god. Yes. 🤣 Bianca just said she could probably smell him under water! What was in that box he had? We left on the next shuttle just to not make him think we were spying or make you overly uncomfortable

-it was flowers. Black calla lilies. I hate lilies

-heh. Um, you mentioned the bill? How much is it? Going to be?

-$288 plus tax and tip. Not including my fish and chips. Must go. Xavier is glaring at me. Not that I care. But the soup has arrived. Smells delicious

Enid: wow. What a jerk!

Bianca: is Wednesday allergic to seafood?

Enid: nah. She just doesn’t like it and chooses not to eat it. Fish is okay.

Bianca: typical Xavier. Flashing money around. He did that a lot when we were dating. It’s all daddy’s money

Enid: the Addams are quite rich. But they don’t flash it. Sometimes Wednesday doesn’t understand. Even her family. How much they have. Like did you know Wednesday’s bow for her cello costs $1000 dollars?

Bianca: my god!

Enid: yeah. Flashing money around is definitely not the way to impress Wednesday. Let’s just say I’m pretty confident I will still have a girlfriend by the end of the night.

Lou-Anne: Will one of you girls start cooking the meat for the tacos? The other one can help me with the chopping and shredding of veggies and cheese

Bianca took to the cooking , Enid the chopping

[rita-repulsa-ke]

Death gets sick

”Okay, Rio, I know I tease you about sleeping in, but what is this? It’s mid-afternoon.”

“…Don’t feel good.”

“…You don’t feel good?”

“Mmhmm. Hot n’ cold, sweaty, head hurts.”

“Rio…”

“Mm.”

“Surely you aren’t sick. You can’t get sick! You’re an immortal incarnation of the balance.”

“…Feel sick, though.”

“Right. Okay. Just—just stay right there.”

“Can do.”

“Here. Drink.”

“What is’t?”

“Willowbark tea. It’ll help with the headache and the fever, which you definitely have, you’re burning up.”

“…tastes terrible.”

“That’s how you know it’s working. I got you some broth, too, drink, it’ll get rid of the taste and you need fluids. …Well, regular people need fluids. I’ll assume you do as well. I’ve got some other medicines steeping.”

“…you’re fussing. It’s nice.”

”Only because you’re extremely pitiful right now. It hurts to look at you.”

“…still nice. Will you sing to me?”

“You want me to?”

“Please.”

“Sure. …You know, my mother used to sing to me when I was sick.”

“The one who tried to kill you?”

“Well. Before she tried to kill me.”

“Certainly not after.”

“Heh. Certainly not. Come here, put your head in my lap.”

“Oh. That’s…”

“Ssh. Rest, love.”

“…you just don’t want me to say anything sentimental.”

“And you don’t want me to move. Shush and we’ll both get what we want.”

“…Ags, you’re really good at singing.”

“You just have low standards.”

“No. Maybe skewed ones. It is you.”

“Hey, Rio?”

“Mm?”

“I don’t like this. You sick. Get better soon.”

“…Okay, Agatha. Just for you.”

“Good. Do you want me to keep singing?”

“Yes, please.”

Read the sequel Agatha and illness

[spectrechosts]

Treasure - Chapter 2

The second part of my dragon/thief story. This one has a doll in it, because I see a lot of dollposting and wanted to try it out.

Full Series

Vamni has gotten used to the continued refurbishment of her enclosure within the Endless Vault.

Maddy can swear up and down that it's not an enclosure, that she's just building a comfortable home for her- and you know what? Sure, it's at least a little true. The place is nice. What started as a pile of pillows has over months been given some walls, furnishings, magically supplied food and drink. It's comfy.

But dragons are dragons. It's a scaled-up dollhouse- open on one side so that you can look in at her. It's not bad or anything, that Maddy wants to put her in her hoard to be kept and admired forever- It's how she loves. She knows that.

Could stand to love a little more physically, but- ehh, this is nice.

She doesn't even have to sneak her way in anymore, that's how added to the hoard she is. Has a little amulet that takes her back to her spot from anywhere in the world. And then of course, a portstone in her makeshift home that takes her to any of a few major cities; because she's not supposed to walk around the rest of the hoard, because she allegedly disturbs the other exhibits whenever she does.

Guilty as charged, heh.

The most recent addition, discovered when she teleports in for a nice little jaunt around the treasure pile, is that of a personal maid.

"Greetings, Miss." It says, with a slight bow.

She's seen the maids around the hoard before; clockwork automatons more advanced than any she's ever seen elsewhere, carefully fitted with delicate plates of porcelain skin, all wrapped up in frilly little outfits.

They flit about the vault, keeping everything clean and orderly, pouting and stomping their little heels when they see her touching the collection; but they are, like her, on display. 'See here, the One-Hundred Dolls of Celestine Hallewell, the Clockwork Witch.' She imagines Maddy saying, in the same breath as 'Look now upon the only thief to have ever breached the Endless Vault and lived, who stole my very own heart.'

That last part she might not say out loud to other dragons. 's true though.

"Vamni's fine." She says to the maid, as she drops her pack and slumps into a large cushion.

"Miss assigned this one to this dwelling, and made it clear that the occupant was to also be considered this one's Miss." The maid says, picking her pack up after her. "Would Miss like any refreshments? Tea, perhaps?"

Vamni puts her hands behind her head. Well, she seems stuck with a maid now. May as well enjoy it.

"There's a collection of magic pitchers in the kitchen, one produces mead." She says airily. "Bring me some, and something to eat as well."

"Right away, Miss." The maid says, as she bows slightly once more and takes her leave, returning shortly afterward with a pint of mead and a plate of dainty-looking finger sandwiches filled with thinly sliced cucumber.

Not a pairing she would have thought of, but she supposes she did leave it up to her.

"So what's the deal here?" Vamni asks, gesturing with one of the sandwiches. "You just do my bidding?"

"This one is happy to serve Miss in any way it can, as long as that does not conflict with orders from this one's other Miss." Says the maid.

"Orders like?" Asks Vamni, over the rim of her mug.

"This one is not to allow Miss to roam the Endless Vault."

She scoffs.

"Oh?" She says, amused. "And you would, what, stop me?"

"Yes." The doll says, nodding.

"Ohh." Says Vamni. "That's interesting. Because I actually was thinking I might take a stroll right now."

"This one cannot allow that, Miss!" The maid cries petulantly, stomping her heel. "This one just said!"

"Oh no!" Vamni says smugly, edging towards the border of her enclosure. "I guess you're just gonna have to catch meeee~"

She gets one foot out of the house before the doll leaps after her, wrapping its arms around her torso to hold her back.

It is… feather light. Bafflingly so, considering how much metal it should contain. It barely restricts her movement at all. She breaks its grip easily- and after another step it's back on her, clinging for dear life.

"Alright-" Vamni grunts, adjusting the doll's grip on her. "With me then!"

"No!!!" The doll protests, as she's dragged along on Vamni's walk.

~

Maddy finds her, like she always does.

"Vamni." She rumbles. "You know I don't like you touching things."

"Listen, I tried to pry it off, it's persistent." Vamni says with a smirk, as if she hasn't decorated her arms with stolen gold bangles.

"This one is slowing her down, Miss!" The doll shouts from her back.

Madyssorth the Golden huffs exasperatedly. "You better not have damaged her, Vamni."

"This one is in perfect condition!"

"C'mon now, I'm not so unruly as to break your things. I just like to play with 'em."

The dragon visibly relaxes a bit, but still picks the two of them up once Vamni has returned the bangles to their rightful places. She returns them to her oversized dollhouse and takes a human form, joining them inside.

"You can play here." She grumbles, wrapping her arms around Vamni. "Make us some tea and sandwiches please." She asks the doll, who dutifully obeys.

"It's only fun to touch the treasures I'm not allowed to, Maddy." Vamni states matter-of-factly.

"Whyyyyyyy?" Whines the dragon, burying her face deeper into her.

"Truly, it is a mystery." Says Vamni, holding her close.

[faulty-writes]

[ Hello fans and or followers. I present Chapter Four of my Tensei Holidays series. Yes, this was meant to be a holiday post, but couldn’t get it out in time. But regardless, I hope all of you enjoy it! You can find the other chapters by searching this tag on Tumblr or you can find Chapter One by clicking this link. ]

[ Despite your wishes, after dinner Mr. Iida manages to pull you into a conversation regarding the wedding. But you can’t go through with it, and end up running out of the Iida Estate in a panic. After a short conversation with Tenya, you finally have a moment alone with Tensei, but things don’t exactly go as planned. ]

There was a short relief when dinner finally ended, and despite your desire to excuse yourself, Mr. Iida insisted on discussing wedding plans in one of the many tatami rooms the Iida Estate had. You grumbled, curling your hands against your thighs as you sat on the zabuton cushion that was situated in front of the table. 

Mr. Iida sat across from you and Tensei was sitting next to you, his wheelchair folded and tucked away in the corner of the room. However, Mr. Iida’s words rang deaf to your ears as your mind became overwhelmed with more questions than answers.

Particularly how you could possibly get a moment alone with Tensei before this situation escalated to the point where neither of you could prevent it. “Y/n?” Tensei asked, but you failed to respond until he nudged you with his elbow or rather the engine attached to his elbow. Regardless, it caught your attention.

“Hm?” You looked at him, eyebrows knitted, and face contorted with curiosity and confusion. “Heh,” he smiled, even though the news his father shared at dinner came as a surprise he was happy. His mother always talked about the two of you being together and he felt so honored that he was going to be your future husband.

He glanced at you, noting that the expression on your face wasn’t what an ideal spouse should look like. Then again, he knew it was a lot to take in at once. He reached over, laying his hand over yours. His sudden touch caused you to jump and snap your head in his direction.

He couldn’t help but chuckle at your reaction. “I know it’s a lot to take in at once, but what do you think?” Frankly, you had no idea what he was referring to and to make matters worse, you could feel Mr. Iida’s stare burning a hole through you. 

Maybe you could just say you thought everything was fine, but you had already lied to Tensei enough. “Uh, I…think…” you tried to reply. “I think that…” you latched onto your lip and stood up frantically. “I…I need some air! Excuse me!” You said, bowing quickly before rushing out the room, leaving Tensei confused, and his father mildly irritated. 

As you barreled down the hallway, you surprised Mrs. Iida who was sitting with Tenya in the parlor drinking some after-dinner tea. She gasped when you ran by her and nearly dropped her cup, but Tenya grabbed it before it could spill. You didn’t bother stopping to apologize and continued toward the foyer and out the front door. 

Once he had ensured his mother was okay, he informed her he was going to inquire what had caused your rather unusual behavior. The cold chill of the December air was a welcomed consequence as you paced back and forth on the veranda.

Eventually, you needed to go back inside and discuss…what were you even discussing, wedding plans? Well, there wouldn’t be a wedding once you had a word with Tensei. But how would you even explain that you found out that he liked someone because you happened to fish his letter out of your trashcan?

Why would he even throw something like that away in your trashcan? It made little sense, and he could have at least made the effort to rip it up before throwing it away. You sighed in frustration and slammed your hands against the railing of the veranda before leaning over to rub your forehead, a headache was coming on for sure.

You took a deep breath, watching it evaporate before looking up at the sky. It was painted white and with the temperature continuing to drop, you could only assume it would snow. You lowered your head, another sigh passing your lips.

“What am I even doing?” It was a question that normally would remain unanswered, but your head snapped back up when you heard someone say, “That’s a valid inquiry.” You twirled on your feet, and out of instinct presumed a defensive posture.

Tenya stood with his arms crossed and a serious expression enveloped his features, and while he wasn’t nearly as intimidating as his father, a sense of authority still seeped from his person. “Oh...” your shoulders slumped. “Tenya,” you said, now pressing your back against the railing.

“You surprised me,” he didn’t find your words amusing and stepped toward you. “As did your rather unusual behavior when you crossed through the parlor, Mother nearly spilled her hot beverage,” he informed you. “Uh,” you rubbed the side of your neck, “sorry about that I just…” your eyes danced back and forth.

“I just needed some air,” might as well use the same excuse twice. He cocked an eyebrow at you. “Is there something troubling you?” he asked, continuing to glance at you suspiciously. “Are you perhaps anxious regarding the wedding?” Before you could stop yourself, another long and dramatic sigh came.

“I…really don’t want to talk about the wedding Tenya,” you sternly said before turning your back to him and looking at the driveway. He knitted his eyebrows and boldly closed the distance between the two of you. Although your back remained facing him, you tensed up knowing he was now towering over you.

“I am afraid I do not understand. Do you not harbor feelings of affection for Tensei?” His words made you tremble and for a moment, your heart fluttered with fear. Did Tenya pick up that you had feelings for Tensei through the years? Maybe you were being more obvious than you thought. 

But if that were true, then Tensei must have noticed as well. Then again, while he was intellectual in tactical strategies and heroics, you weren’t sure just how much of that intelligence extended to things such as being able to read a person’s body language and actions.

You latched onto your lip and pinched the bridge of your nose, debating if you should confess that you knew that Tensei had feelings for someone else. But it wouldn’t be right, this was your problem and you needed to be the one to figure out the solution.

Then again, maybe you could try being vague, and give him a little information but not everything. “Why would I when Tensei-” You paused when you heard a creak and looked to see the devil himself rolling past the front door. “Oh, there you are!” He said with a bright and happy grin.

“I was a little worried when you ran off like that,” his glance shifted to Tenya. “I’m glad you caught up to them,” he said, and Tenya nodded. “Their behavior was quite strange, and I sought to inquire why they were acting as such,” he explained, and he was talking as if you weren’t there. 

“Yes well…” you stepped in between the brothers. “If you don’t mind Tenya…I’d like to have a word with Tensei about the wedding alone,” you said, glaring at him. While a bit perturbed, he nodded. “Very well, I do hope it’s a…pleasant conversation,” you raised your eyebrow at the way he spoke. 

While it was understandable that he didn’t want his brother’s feelings hurt, personal matters were to be settled between the respective parties without third-party assistance. Still, you thought it best to remain quiet and once Tenya had left, you turned to Tensei. Your heart pounding, and your stomach twisting. 

Nerves aside, you managed to speak. “I…I can’t go through with it,” Tensei’s eyes widened, and his chest swelled with a painful ache. “W-what do you mean? Of course, you can!” he said, trying to be as positive as he usually was. You curled your hands into fists, shaking your head. 

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do!” you hissed in reply. He did that when he asked you to take over as the leader of Team Idaten. You insisted that you couldn’t, that you didn’t know the first thing about running a team. But there was that positive nature of his, lifting you up and encouraging you. 

Sure, it worked back then, but it wouldn’t work now. “...I…” you slapped your thighs in frustration and Tensei continued to frown. “I was just trying to-” his words were muffled by your growling. “Trying to what? How can you even accept this?!”

Not only did his parents spring it on both of you by surprise, but he just went along with it as if his feelings for the mysterious other person didn’t matter. He knitted his eyebrows, not entirely understanding your question.

He tilted his head and inched closer to you, the wooden floor squeaking underneath the weight of his wheelchair. “What do you mean?” He asked before chuckling. “What the hell is so funny?!” You demanded, almost hating when he treated serious situations with humor.

He remained quiet and turned his head to look at the white-blanketed sky. He could feel goosebumps forming across his arms because of the chill in the air, but it almost seemed insignificant in comparison to the warmth of his smile.

“My dad asked me about marriage the other day,” you knitted your eyebrows. Wait...Mr. Iida brought up marriage to him? You felt a small tinge of guilt course through your heart. Did that mean his father saw you as worthy marriage material?

You swallowed thickly, waiting for him to continue his story but after a few seconds, decided to urge him on. “And?” You asked. “And…” he paused and rolled closer, taking your hand. “He mentioned you,” your eyes widened, and any words eluded you at the moment.

“I didn’t think that he’d…ask you on my behalf, but you don’t seem that excited,” he noted, the smile fading from his face. You glanced away and pulled your hand from his, taking a step back. “I-I’m not,” you confessed, feeling your heart break all over again.

It was like an enormous weight on your chest, ceasing your ability to breathe and tension to build in the air. Judging by the look on Tensei’s face, his heart had also broken when those words left your lips. But why, he loved someone else, didn’t he? 

He shook his head slightly, and you looked away when you saw the faintest bit of tears welling up in the corner of his eyes reflecting the glow from the lanterns that hung along the ceiling of the veranda. “Why?” He asked, his voice slightly cracked, and it only added to the guilt that made your knees ready to buckle. 

Your throat tightened, and you tried to fight back your tears. Wiping your eyes with the back of your hand, you opened your mouth to speak but again your words were lost now. You cleared your throat, and reached inside your blazer, pulling out the folded letter. Tensei looked at it with a furrowed brow. 

“What is…that?” He asked, pointing a lazy finger at it before a few stray tears fell down his cheeks. You sighed and opened it before presenting it to him again. He leaned forward, trying to read it in the dim light and his eyes widened when he realized what it was.

“Oh wow, heh…” he nervously chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. “I…didn’t know you’d find that,” you narrowed your eyes. “You threw it in the trashcan of my office,” you replied before sniffling and wiping your eyes again.

“Why would I marry you when you have feelings for someone else!?” You exclaimed, stomping your foot against the floor while simultaneously shoving the letter into his face. “Huh?” Before he could say anything, you turned to walk down the ramp and toward the driveway.

“Y/n wait!” he replied, the letter falling from his hand, but you were intent on climbing into your car and going home. That is until you heard a powerful and distinctive roar. Subconsciously you knew what it was but turned around only to see Tensei barreling down the ramp at turbo speed.

His arms stretched out to his sides and the engines that protruded out of his elbows aided in his speed. You always thought Tensei’s propulsion jets were useful and that controlling them required skill. You recalled how he would easily fly into the air, scale buildings, and perform with precise precision when it came to his quirk.

After years of retirement, one would think he’d be rusty, and this was confirmed the moment he smacked into you. A loud cry left your lips at the force of him hitting you, and unlike Tensei, you couldn’t fathom how to react to the sudden moment. 

Your hands didn’t make any attempt to grab anything that may have helped cushion your fall, but it was just as well considering his arms wrapped around you. His wheelchair hit the driveway and bounced a few times before scraping across the pavement and finally coming to a stop.

Tensei cushioned your fall to the ground, and the sleeves of his shirt got torn as a result. But that meant very little to him, all he knew at this moment was that the fear of you leaving meant that everything the two of you had created would be gone. 

“Ah! Tensei!” you snapped, pushing against his chest. “Are you insane, what kind of stunt was that?! You could have hurt yourself!” you yelled, not caring about the volume of your voice. “Are you looking to get more paralyzed!? Is that what you want?!” you clenched your jaw. 

“Sometimes you are just so…” What was even the right word to use? “So irresponsible!” Digging your nails into his chest, you continued to yell. “What is the person you love going to think?!” You ignored the way he knit his eyebrows; he couldn’t play dumb now.

“I can’t marry someone who’s already in love with-” he leaned down, his face inches from yours. Once he saw that he had your attention, his features softened although he was still angry. How could you think that he was in love with someone else when it was clear that you were the only person for him? 

He ignored the snowflakes that began to fall from the sky. If he didn’t say this now, then he’d never get another chance. “The only person I’ve ever been in love with is you.” As expected, you froze, processing the information he had just spoken with the information you had assumed to be true. 

You shook your head, that couldn’t be. He had to be lying, pulling some kind of prank on you but that stern expression shining in his eyes said otherwise. Not to mention that still burning sense of leadership that surrounded him like a vice and shone like a beacon calling you home.

“I wrote that letter to help Eri, but the person I was talking about was you, Y/n,” he explained with a smile. “We’ve been through everything together. Do you think I could fall in love with anyone else?” He replied, and your eyes widened, yet at the same time, your irises shrunk as if they had just been exposed to a burst of light.

Uncontrollable chuckles escaped while your eyes glistened with a silent reservoir of tears that threatened to spill over. Tensei frowned when he saw this and although most of his body weight was on top of you, he slowly removed his arms from around you and used one arm to support himself.

Then he reached up to cup the side of your face. “Please don’t cry,” he said, “smiles are the only way to express happiness.” His pearly whites shined as the snow continued to gather against the ground around you. Somehow that was the stick that broke the dam and hot tears flooded down your cheeks like a rapid river.

“T-Tensei I…” you sniffled, and the cold air stung your wet cheeks. Words were useless and you found yourself wrapping your arms around him, longing for his warmth. The hand that was cupping your face now lay pressed against the ground beneath you.

Despite the tears that continued to flow, you smiled as you pressed your forehead against his. “I’m so relieved,” you admitted, your voice soft and slightly broken, but you were happy. Yes, you would probably look back and reflect on your assumptions that he was in love with someone else as a moment of…stupidity. 

Being honest and direct was always best, which is why a silent agreement lingered in the air when you pulled away. You reached up, tracing the outline of his face with your fingers and a sense of purpose. Your eyes meet his gaze with a mutual understanding, and you lean in.

The world went silent around you, and the heat of your drawing breath danced with Tensei’s creating a space of warmth as your lips met. Like a whirlwind, the kiss started with a calm front before a spark ignited, signaling a shared desire and the lustful caress of tongues.

Like the most succulent mouth-watering candy, his flavor-filled you, driving you to dive further into this moment of passion and love. Finally crossing the threshold of friendship and into a new and exciting territory. The sound of rushed footsteps caused the two of you to part and your desperate pants filled the air.

“What happened here?” Mr. Iida’s voice came, obviously alarmed by why the two of you were on the ground. He also happened to spot Tensei’s wheelchair a few feet away, folded and collapsed. Mrs. Iida laid her hand on her husband’s shoulder and stood beside him.

“We heard a commotion and-” her words halted when she looked at the unusual position Tensei and yourself were in. “Oh my…” She replied, trying to hide her pink-hued cheeks, although you weren’t sure if that was from the cold surroundings or the fact that she was flushing.

Tenya was the last one to speak after properly analyzing the situation. “I see!” he suddenly exclaimed, making you cringe as you waited in anticipation for his answer. “Your unusual behavior was driven by the desire to have a scheduled secluded moment of affection!” he concluded.

“That is rather…interesting,” he commented, ceasing his rapid hand-chopping. You could barely believe what you were hearing, but it was as good of an excuse as any to follow. “However, it seemed to have resulted in a rather inconvenient position. Do you require assistance standing, brother?” You looked at Tensei who laughed in response.

“Guess we did get a little carried away, sorry about that,” he said, and you pondered if any of his family members would notice or ask what happened to the sleeves of his shirt. Luckily, they didn’t or they were polite enough not to ask about it as Tenya assisted Tensei back into his wheelchair with the help of his father.

Without Tensei’s body against yours, the chill of the snowy air hit you like a brick. “Why don’t we go inside and brew some tea for you?” Mrs. Iida suggested when she noticed you trembling. You nodded and allowed her to escort you inside while Tenya followed suit with Tensei.

Once you were sitting in the foyer, Mrs. Iida wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You sighed in contentment as you held a cup of warm matcha tea in your palms. Tensei was sitting next to you, and Mr. Iida was across the table, eager to resume the conversation you were having prior. 

It was still overwhelming, but it’s not like the Iida’s were strangers to you. Plus, you were marrying the man you had known for years and who held mutual feelings for you. Although you had no plans to retire from being a Pro Hero nor step down as the leader of the Idaten Agency.

Your promise to Tensei was to only pass on leadership to Tenya when he was good and ready. Until then, you’d keep doing what you were doing. Although Mr. Iida didn’t favor this, he ultimately abided by your wishes, if anything, to prevent the Idaten Agency and the Iida family legacy from dying along with it.

Your stomach was overwhelmed with butterflies by the time everything was discussed, or almost everything. While guests, food, music, and the like were agreed upon. The location and date for the wedding remained up in the air, but that could be addressed later.

A yawn escaped you, and you lazily rubbed your eyes. What a long and emotionally exhausting day it was. “Hm?” Tensei looked at you and laid his hand on your shoulder. “Getting tired?” He asked, and you responded with a nod.

“I guess planning does take a lot out of you,” he chuckled and looked at his father. “I’d like Y/n to stay the night,” while his request was out of his selfish desires, it was also evident that the roads were covered in a blanket of snow and he didn’t want to risk you driving in such dangerous weather, especially at this hour of the night. 

Mr. Iida narrowed his eyes; he was strongly against allowing an unmarried couple to sleep under the same roof because of his traditional ways. However, his wife spoke up, “Perhaps you can make an exception for tonight,” she suggested.

“Y/n can sleep in the guest room down the hall from our bedroom,” you raised your eyebrow, finding her words unusual. But more than likely she just wanted to ensure that you wouldn’t try and sneak to Tensei’s room in the middle of the night and vice versa.

Silence fell over the room as Mr. Iida contemplated. “Very well,” he said standing. “We will decide the date and location of the wedding later,” you swallowed hard, once again feeling a burst of butterflies erupt in your stomach. You turned to Tensei, who while surprised as well, shrugged.

“Maybe we could get married on the last day of the year?” he suggested, chuckling. You took a deep breath, trying to calm the uneasiness continuing in your stomach. “Right,” you replied before Mrs. Iida smiled and motioned you to stand up. 

“Isn’t this exciting?” She asked, cupping your hands. “Heh,” you offered her a smile and looked at Tensei while his father crossed his arms. “I guess, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He said, and your heart raced in anticipation when he smiled. You nodded. “Goodnight,” you said before Mrs. Iida escorted you out of the room. 

“I’m sure we have a spare set of sleeping attire for you,” she said as she turned down a hallway lined with several rooms. Despite knowing the vast majority of the Iida Estate’s layout, you only previously imagined what it would be like to live there.

After the marriage was official, you assumed Tensei’s parents would insist you move in, which would be the proper thing to do. But still, even if that happened you couldn’t imagine yourself getting used to the large amount of space and endless rooms.

“Here we are,” Mrs. Iida announced as she slid open the door to reveal the guest room. The flooring was hidden by tatami mats and a futon laid directly on them. In the center of the room was a chabudai, which sat low and had zabuton cushions surrounding it. 

Along the outside of the room was a narrow veranda that overlooked the garden. Overall, the room conveyed a sense of tradition and simplicity. You stepped inside it, looking around before turning back to Mrs. Iida. “It’s lovely, thank you,” she nodded and reached for the door.

“I’ll be back shortly with the sleeping attire,” she informed you before sliding said door closed. You smiled and took a deep breath. To think that by the end of the year, you’d be married. It was a strange feeling, and you pondered how many of the guests you suggested for the wedding would show up.

If anything, your team members would likely drop everything on the day of the wedding to help set it up. Of course, the wedding would also require a lot of last-minute planning. Not that you minded considering you were marrying your best friend. After Mrs. Iida returned with the sleeping wear you nestled yourself in for the night.

Like before, you lay staring at the ceiling with thoughts dancing in your mind, particularly of your Yuuei days. To think you’d go from being such a shy individual to the leader of Team Idaten and the soon-to-be spouse of the greatest hero you have ever known.

[yukari33]

Shinso x Reader Smut

Spoilers for the new manga of my hero!

Warnings: Reader is in a deep depression, self-harming, biting, scratching, oral (female receciving), unprotected sex, cream pie, and swearing.

Bakugo . . . Bakugo.

Bakugo passed away, and he was your best friend. He actually was nice to you, cared for you. When you watched him die right in front of you, it shattered you. He was like your big brother.

You've been sitting in your room for the past 6 months, isolating yourself from the world. You've bitten your nails to the point they have bled. You've picked your arms until they bruse and bled. The pain is the only way that you can cope.

Your best friend Shinso is the only one you let into your room. He brings you food and the necessities that you need. He's the only small flicker of light that makes you happy.

Today, Shinso managed to drag you out of your room and to a nearby café. You're in one of Shinso's hoodies, shorts, and convers. You get a small frappuccino that is loaded with chocolate chips. Shinso got an iced tea. You sit on a couch holding the drink between your sleeves. "See this isn't that bad," he says giving you a smirk. You stay quiet and sip your drink.

The bags under your eyes tell Shinso you got no sleep last night. He pulls out a cookie from a paper bag splitting it in half and hands you one half. You hesitantly grab it and take a bite. "You wanna head home?" You nod and grab his hand.

The two of you walk down the street, heading back to the school. "Hey, for your first time out, it wasn't that bad. The café is pretty quiet around 6." Once you get back to your room, you plop down on your bed, grabbing your stuffed animal. Shinso sets down his drink on your night stand. "Wanna watch you favorite movie," he asks with a gentle smile. You nod and grab the remote for the tv. He sits next to you on your bed and holds you tight. You rest your head on his shoulder.

After watching your favorite movie, you scroll through netflix for something to watch. One movie catches your eye that you haven't seen. It's called 'After'. "Can we watch this," you ask quietly. "Of course, it's not like there's anything else to watch." You click on it and watch it.

Throughout the movie, tension grows in the room. Shinso is oddly quiet. You feel your heart beginning to race, and your face flushes when it gets to the sex scene. Out of nowhere you ask, "Hey Shinso, have you been with a girl?" He looks at you confused. "What do you mean?" "Like . . . have you ever dated a girl?"

"No, heh, I mean I'd like to but I never really got a chance." "Is there a girl you like?" "Yeah. But I don't think she likes me that way." Something clicks in your head. Is he talking about you? You look at him and grab his chin. His face turns pink. "I think she does." He grabs your hand and pulls you forward so your arms are on either side of him. "I like you y/n. A lot. I know this isn't the best time to tell you but I've always liked you." You're face heats up. "I have to. I think deep down I've always been attracted to you."

Shinso kisses you, and you kiss back, sinking into the kiss. Deep down, you feel a light awaken in you. He grabs your legs and pulls you on top of his lap. The kiss becomes more heated and passionate. Shinso pulls away and kisses down your neck, slightly nipping at your skin, which makes you jump. "Shinso," you gasp. "Mmm?" "I . . . I want to go further." Your face is bright red.

"Are you sure?" You nod, "Yes." He pulls you back into his lips and pushes you onto the bed. You feel his fingers hook into your shorts and panties sliding them off. The cold reaches your now wet lower parts. Shinso pulls away and lifts his shirt over his head, reavaling his chiseled abs. Your fingers trace around his abdomen.

He smirks and gets down on his stomach, face aligned with your core. "Are you ok with this?" You nod, spreading your legs further for him. He runs his hot wet tongue along your slit. You gasp, grabbing his hair. The sensation is exhilarating. He continues to lap at your folds, licking up your essence. Shinso then inserts 2 fingers catching you off guard. "Shinso!"

He smirks as he begins to move them at a slow pace. "Shit, Shinso," you moan. A knot in your stomach beings to form. His fingers pick up speed. You pull at his hair, lost in pleasure, trying to ground yourself. The knot in your stomach relases when Shinso finds your sweet spot and throws you over the edge. "Fuck fuck fuck Shinso," you practically yell. Your orgasm is a high that you have never experienced, but it's something to remember.

Shinso lifts his head, wiping your juices from his mouth and licking them up. You're still coming down from your high as Shinso takes off his belt and lowering his pants. His rock-hard member sicks straight up, twitching. Your eyes go wide seeing how big he is. 8 inches jesus. "Do you think you're ready?" You nod wrapping your arms around his neck.

He slowly inserts the tip, which immediately starts to hurt. He continues to slowly push himself in, but since you just came, he kinda bottoms out right away, kocking the breath out of you. "Sorry," he says trying not to cum right away. "You're ok, just give me a second to ajust." "Of course." Shinso kisses your neck gently, trying to help distract you. "Ok, you can move." "Ok."

He slowly moves his hips, gliding his cock inside your tight pussy. "Shit, you feel so good," he groans, tightening his grip on your hips. Shinso picks up his pace and the pleasure kicks in when he hits your sweet spot again. Your moans fill the room also with the sound of slapping skin.

The tightness in your stomach comes back tightening quicker by the second. Your nails dig into Shinso back, leaving nail marks. "Shinso fuck, more, im so close" you mange to make out between breaths. "Don't have to tell me twice." He manages to go faster, throwing you over the edge once again in a harsh orgasm. Your eyes roll back from the overwhelming pleasure. "Shit, I'm cumming, baby." Shinso bites your neck and cums inside you, filling you to the brim. "Fuck," he groans panting.

The two of you are left out of breath, holding each other. Shinso pulls out, and the mix of your juices drips onto the sheets. He fixes his pants and lays down next to you. "So what does this make us," you ask. "Whatever you want it to be." You roll on your side. "I wanna be with you. Together." "So does this make us a couple?" You nod smiling for the first time in 6 months. Shinso kisses you gently and smiles. "I love that smile. I've missed it."

The two of you sit on silence for a little bit. "Hey, I think I saw there was a second movie to After, wanna watch it," you ask. "Do I have a choice," Shinso jokes. "Nope, hehehe."

[littleroseprince]

Baby, My Baby

Samadhi Fire Duo Platonic Agere Sickfic (NOT A SHIP)

For my sick pookie, who is a Mei fickin (I'm red son fickin) @galacticclaw

If you asked Red Son if he was close to Mei, he'd deny it completely. He'd say he didn't even hang out with those peasants, that he had better things to do,

But it was all lies. The duo regularly hung out, whether it be to discuss mechanics, do some friendly bickering, or comfort the other when in need.

The two would schedule these hangouts so they'd meet every once and a while. Today, they were supposed to hang out. Supposed to.

Red Son had teleported himself into the dragon's home, knowing damn well her parents would not be happy to see a demon like him enter. He navigated with stealth and ease, as he's been around here many times at this point.

They knocked, quiet enough so her parents wouldn't hear, but loud enough that Mei would.

The demon heard a groan from inside the room, and shrugged, considering it an invitation to come in. He walked into the room, raising a brow as they saw the state their friend was in.

"You look like garbage, Dragon Horse Girl. And more than usual." Red Son scoffed, staring down at the girl in the bed.

Mei was sprawled across the bed, still in her dragon print pajamas. She held onto her plushie for dear life as she whined, rubbing her nose with her sleeve. That earned a little noise of disgust from Red Son, who tossed her a box of tissues.

"Gross. At least use those.." He sighed, facing Mei. "What's the issue?"

"Sooo.. I may or may not have gotten a litttleee sick.. Heh-" She chuckled, which quickly escalated into a coughing fit. The demon was quick to rush to her side, his hand hovering right above her back.

She sighed as Mei's coughs faded, his hands returning to their side. "And you didn't think to tell me before I came over? You could infect me, you know." He scolded.

"Nah.. I'm too lazy to pick up my phone right nowww." She mumbled, followed by a sneeze. Red Son cringed a bit, backing away.

"Wow. You really must have it bad then.." He responded, trying not to let sympathy leak into his tone. The demon sighed. "Stay here."

"Wasn't planning on moving.."

Red Son came back with a packet of tea, and a tea cup with hot water. He set it down, his hands undamaged from holding it. She put the packet in the tea and waited a bit.

"So.. Tea, huh?" Mei said, trying to fill the silence. Red Son nodded. "Warm liquids will help soothe your throat, and I used herbs that should have other calming effects. You're welcome." He announced with sass. Mei chuckled softly. "Yeah, I get it, ya care about me. You don't have to be so Red Boy about it."

He sputtered, his tail flicking defensively. "That is not- ugh- just drink the damn tea you peasant." He handed her the cup, his grip careful and steady. Mei casted a genuine glance and smile at the demon as she grabbed the tea, sipping it softly.

"Mm, this is good Red Boy!" She chirped. Red Son had a prideful smirk, but he quickly covered it back up as he shushed the dragon. "Quit being so loud. You'll hurt your voice more than it already is."

Mei playfully rolled her eyes, but continued to quietly sip her tea. Red Son sat down in a nearby chair, watching her intently, ready to pounce if she needed any help.

A bit later, Mei yawned, and Red Son got up and carefully took the cup from her to set it aside. "You should rest. It's the best way for you to heal." She grabbed the ends of the blankets, draping them over Mei like a parent would. He used his fire to float the mess of tissues into a nearby trash can, absolutely refusing to touch any germs.

"Reddyyy.." She whined, making grabby hands. Red Son sighed, his resolve breaking. He gently held her hand, making a mental note to wash them extra well once he got home. "What is it, dear?"

Mei reached for a drawer on her bedside table, and Red Son realized what she was asking for.

He sighed softly, hiding a sincere smile as he handed her the dragon themed pacifier. She chirped happily, letting it into her mouth. He patted her head.

"Go to sleep. You'll get better soon, but you need rest." He instructed, his voice nothing but soft now. She nodded, yawning and hiding her head into her plushie.

"T'ank you Red..." She mumbled out, drifting off to sleep.

Red Son smiled. "You're welcome, little one."

[nica-my-beloved]

....By me

Genre: Short story, Fluff

Chevalier POV

I was seated at my desk in my room, carefully looking at the papers. The room was getting dimmer as the moon started raising into the sky.

(Today was hectic than usual....)

I leaned back on my chair, relaxing my back and sighed again for the fifth time today.

"Still not over yet?" I hear Emma's voice. She walks in with a tray filled with snacks and a cup of tea just for me. "How about taking a small break?" She says as she places the tray on my table, coming around and sitting on my lap. Her arms were around my neck, looking down at me and I put one arm around her waist to support her body while the other was still holding the paper.

(For the past week, work had been piling up like there is no end)

(I barely got any free time to see her face, but Emma never complained)

(She brought me tea and snacks for the past week around this time without missing)

"You're right." I said as placed the paper down and this time, fully holding Emma in my arms. I then hear her adorable giggle.

"I know you really work hard, but I'm worried about you overworking." She speaks in a worried tone.

"I'm fine. Things need to get done anyways." I answered lightly "I'm not so pitiful to fall from overworking, simpleton." I grinned as I look at her.

"Yes yes. I know." She pouts while looking at me.

(I don't mind getting a chance to look at this cute face in-between work. It feels warm when I look at her)

As I was soaking in the quietness of the room, she suddenly spoke up.

"You know...I have the right medicine to help with your fatigue and also finish your work fast." She looks at me with a cheeky grin.

(She's going to kiss me, isn't she?)

"Oh? I wonder what it would be...." I grinned as I closed my eyes knowingly what's about to happen. But-----

"Ah!" I felt a tiny peck on the cupids of my upper lip before Emma hopped off from my lap and ran to the door. I sat there frozen for a moment.

(I thought she was going to kiss me on the lips)

When I looked up, Emma was grinning like a little mischievous kid who's pranks got succeeded. "Finish your work as quickly as possible my King. I'm waiting for you." She closes the door to my room, leaving behind her cheeky laughter.

"Heh..." I let out a small chuckle, holding my forehead. Her warm touch on my upper lips were still lingering, prompting another heat inside me.

(Well, I guess I was so tired that I let my guard down slightly)

With a grin on my face I looked at the papers again while drinking the warm tea she made for me.

(Somehow, looking at these papers again, doesn't seem that bad now...)

Before I knew it, my hands were working way faster than usual and I finished my work earlier than I thought.

(Now, you're next)

[annymation]

So how King Florian got himself killed like drinking a poison?

Alright, this is the part 4 of this Prequel I wrote with Amaya and Magnus backstory!

I'm in a writing Florian mood, this OC that has been just in my head for so long is finally getting loose!

If you wanna take a look on how he looks, click HERE to see @uva124 amazing design for him and young Magnus and Amaya!

So here’s how his death went:

King Florian is sleeping on his large comfortable bed, he groans as he wakes up, feeling a terrible headache that has been making him unable to do anything for days now.

“Ughhh my head…”

"Good morning, your majesty" Says a sweet voice from the side of the bed

"AAAH!" The young king get startled by the voice, he turns to the side of the bed and sees "Miss Amaya! You scared the life out of me!" He says shaken up by the sudden wake up call. He calls her miss even though she's just 5 years older than him, just to show respect.

"Oh dear, I’m so sorry, my king" The woman apologizes bowing her head down slightly.

Florian holds his head, still feeling pain, but then he realizes something... "Wait, what are you doing here? Weeks ago you said you'd be away in vacation for a while... I assumed you went to travel with my brother- ugh" He groans because of the headache.

"Heavens no! I wouldn't go traveling in the ocean, not after my past experiences" She chuckles quietly "I just needed a break from the confining walls of the palace, you know? For the past few days I was lodged with a lovely family of farmers"

Said farmers provide the food for the palace. Amaya poisoned their vegetables with a potion that would only give terrible headaches to someone that magic in them, a sorcerer such as Florian. It never affected anyone from the castle staff or the food testers, so no one suspected a thing.

"I see... So what brings you back?" He smiles at her kindly despite being in pain.

"Isn’t it obvious? I’ve came to restore you back to health. You poor thing, I should’ve never left, you’re clearly in desperate need of my talents." Amaya has a gentle smile and eyes full of fake pity. She picks up a tea cup from the king's night stand "Here you go, this will make all the pain go away" her voice is soft as she hand him the tea cup

The king holds the tea and sees his own reflection on it, he looks skeptical "Thank you, but I doubt it, I've been trying every healing spell in the library to get rid of these migraines, but nothing works… It feels more like a curse..."

"A curse? That can’t be, who would ever curse you? You’re so beloved by all of your people" She acts shocked, like she just heard the saddest thing in the world.

"I don't know, but THIS isn’t natural... And speaking of my people, I haven’t granted any wishes for days…" Florian places the tea on his night stand and starts to try getting out of bed, he’s distressed "I shouldn’t keep them waiting- I should at least check a few wishes today, then- I- I-" He feels his legs go limp and just falls back on the bed "Ugghhhhh" He groans in frustration with how weak he feels.

"Shhh come now my king, you must rest" Amaya sounds motherly, she caresses the king’s long hair to comfort him "There’s nothing to worry about, your people love you, they won't mind if they don't get a few wishes for just a little while" those words do indeed help Florian feel better "... What a shame that Magnus went to travel, hm? If he was here perhaps he could help you with the wishes" she says longingly

"Heh nah, he couldn’t do that since he got no magi-" Florian realizes he just blurted out his brother's secret that they both agreed to keep away from the public, and worst, he said it to the maiden his brother is in love with, he lifts his head from the pillow nervously trying to remedy his mistake "UUUH I mean- Umm- He doesn't USE his magic a much as me bu-but-" Florian tries to come up with something, but he's a terrible liar

"Hush now your highness, it's alright, I already know" Amaya said calmly

That caught him out of guard… Sure Amaya has been living in the palace for a year now, but Magnus was always so serious about hiding from others that he has no magic… He really must love her a lot.

“Oh- hehe of course… I should’ve guessed, you two are so close… It makes me glad that he found love, he really changed thanks to you, you know?” Florian looks at her with a thankful smile as he sits on the bed

“He did?” She asks innocently tilting her head “How so?”

“Growing up, he always been closed off and cold… But since you arrived, he has been so much happier and alive, he even started treating ME better, which is crazy cause for years he avoided even looking at me! -Ough” Florian gets excited talking about how his brother has improved, but his migraines start flaring up again, he lowers his head and holds it with both hands.

“Oh your majesty, please lay down.” Florian did as she said, laying back on the bed “There, now drink up, and I promise you’ll feel better before you know it.” She takes the tea cup and gives it to him with a caring smile “My potions always help you feel better, don't they?… And I made it apple flavored, I know it’s your favorite”

It was true, Amaya has been their royal potion maker for about a year, and her potions always did help Florian feel better whenever he had a cold or felt tired. He knew he could trust her.

“… Thank you, Amaya” Florian drinks the tea… it does taste like apple, but it’s really bitter, he makes a face of disgust but tries to hide it to be polite.

“Not to your liking? That’s quite alright, one sip is more than enough for the effects to kick in.” Amaya says as her gentle smile changes into a wicked smirk.

Florian is looking at the tea so he doesn’t see her change in expression "Oh no no! It tastes great hah ha" he lies, then he asks what he should’ve probably asked before even drinking it “And umm what are the effec-“

… Florian feels strange…

He feels sleepiness overtake him... But not like a nice sensation of drifting off to sleep, it's more like his eyelids are being forcefully shut down, he tries his best to keep them open, and he sees Amaya's wicked grin.

"It's nothing much really, you'll just fell a bit sleepy..." Amaya says still with her sweet voice. She takes the tea cup from his shaky hands.

He tries to speak but it's getting hard to breathe, it's like his heart is slowing down even though he's terrified as realization dawns on him.

"Then, your breath will still." Her smile shows how she's just having way too much fun seeing the gleam in his innocent big eyes being shattered with betrayal.

He feels cold, really cold, and it doesn't come from outside, the freezing sensation comes from within him and it's spreading through his whole body. He can't move, but he still manages to look at Amaya angrily with his last strengths.

"And your blood will congeal." She finishes listing the effects of the curse, amused with the young king's angry expression.

Florian tries to resist the curse, he tries to use his magic but he can't focus, everything is becoming blurry but he still hears Amaya's voice as a distant echo

"Oh don't fight it your majesty, just relax, you won't really die after all, you'll simply fall into a sleep LIKE death." She stands up from the chair and covers him with his blanket to look like the king never woke up at all "... Though you will be buried alive, THEN you'll die hahahaah aaah" She laughs devilishly

Florian is losing the battle as his eyes begin to seal shut, but he can still hear Amaya like an echo in his head.

She leans down to whisper in his ear "But I'll tell you a little secret, there is an antidote, wanna know what it is?... True love's kiss." She holds in more laughter like that's the punchline of the joke, as she starts to walk out of the room with the tea cup "Awwn... If only there was someone out there who loved you..."

Those were the last words Florian heard before his mind drifted off into a dreamless slumber, one that he never woke up from.

Magnus returned from his travel not long after, "devastated" by the news. He was the one who buried his "dear little brother".

[ilovespec]

"A charming sadist "

[ Yandere Fem !! Sadistic yandere gangster × civilian Fem !! reader ] part II

TW : dark romance , kissing without permission , slightly rude touching, personal questions , obsessive attention , stalking , yandere is a gangster and a sadist , reader is female and pronouns she / her, the author wants to sleep and pizza .

Character description.

Part I

You're fidgeting awkwardly in place, and you've been waiting for about... 10 minutes. Because that strange girl who invited you to this bakery didn't show up and didn't show up.. You're yawning because she made you stay late at the police station yesterday.

* yesterday*

You're lying there trembling, tears streaming down your face. And before my eyes there is a picture of the corpse of that man. You're trying to sleep, but this blood... The protruding bone and the sheer brutality of his murder was too much for you. And you just looked at the corpse for a couple of seconds. You had a bedrock-like desire to tell everyone who and what you saw, but you doubt that they will believe you... And you're afraid for your life.

* nowadays *

While you were in your thoughts, you didn't hear your new "friend" call you. You returned to reality only when the loud clicks of her long and thin fingers were heard in front of your face

"Heeeeyyyy, Y/nnnn, you're already ignoring me, aren't you??? Okay, this is for you >3 ~ And don't expect apologies for yesterday, this is my job, babe XD"

Then she hands it to you..."your favorite flower" with a smirk on her pale face. Stop. How does she know your name and what are your favorite flowers..?? But before you know it, you've already been dragged into the bakery and sat down at the table.

"Well, what will you have???? I think I'll have a piece of strawberry cake and tea! What are you going to do?? By the way, I'm Mori Miki ;D"

As a sign of a new acquaintance, she holds out her hand to you. And when you shook her hand, she grabbed your wrist and quickly kissed your palm. And then she laughed at your expression.

"Huh-uh...I think I will.. Uh...Just tea. I don't have much money right now, heh.."

Miki's expression became surprised.

"Do you think YOU're paying for yourself??? Don't make a fool of yourself, my flower!!!"

Because of her loud tone, other customers of this bakery stared at you, but then they returned to their business. And when the waitress came up to you, Miki ordered not only for herself, but also for you.. But how did she also know your favorite dessert and drink..?? You didn't know that. And while you were waiting for your order, Miki started a casual conversation.

"Well, I'm very curious about you, flower.. So answer a couple of questions: what is your favorite food? What are your favorite animals? What nationality are you? How old are you? How tall are you? Are you a racist? What color are your underpants now???"

You tried to answer all the questions, but when you heard the last one, your jaw dropped. And then, your jaw actually fell to the floor, broke through the floor, the earth's crust, the center of the earth and flew off to travel through space because she wrote down all the answers in a notebook "100 and 1 fact about Y/N Y/L UwU". After your orders arrived, she put away her notebook, broke off a piece of her cake and.. I put it in your mouth.

"Well, how do you like it???"

"* a slight cough due to the cloying nature of this product * delicious but too sweet .."

You somehow swallow, and proceed to your order..

*timeskiiippp*

The two of you are walking down a dark street , Miki's scarred creepy face gives you goosebumps.. But at the same time, you are surprised by her interest in you. And yes, why are you two going? Because Miki thinks that you will be stabbed around the corner if you continue to walk so late, and even alone. When you reached your house, you were the only one who wanted to get the keys to open the door, and Miki pressed you against the wall and roughly kissed you... This kiss tastes like the recent sweets you ate. You try to pull away, but she wraps her calloused and surprisingly strong palm around your cheeks. And it was only after a couple of minutes that she let you go. And finally she said.

"My flower, don't be too sad, we'll see you soon >3 Good luck to you and I wish you not to die in your sleep :3"

And then she left. And you tried to catch your breath for a couple more minutes, and in obvious shock went home to sleep it off. After all, you have to go back to work tomorrow.

Ugh...It's about 3:07 a.m., I'm going to bed... Good night everyone !!!<3