#and stare disrespectfully the whole time

[pseudowho]

Read Part One of "Breeding Hips" here...let's gooooooo!

It was supposed to be a simple beach trip-- "Give the kids a break in Okinawa", Gojo said. "It'll be fun!" Gojo said.

Kento had failed to check the staff attendance list. Of course they'd invite you, with your natural warmth and the way the kids loved you. Of course they'd invite you, when you'd seemed so down lately.

Of course they'd invite you, with how the sea-breeze pleated the saran around your hips, barely-there, almost as soft as the way your plush creased at the top of your thighs when you sat he'd heard Shoko laughingly call them your "thighbrows" and how he could have bitten Shoko's head off as you cringed mortified and covering yourself up shit don't go please dont leave--

In his hotel room, Kento groaned in abject self-pity. He tried to breathe in time with the hushed roar of the waves, lapping up the shore like a lovers' tongue. In...out...in...out.

His head rested against the cool wall, his forearm planted above it, while his other hand tried to grip his aching length into submission, torturing himself with fuck up after fuck up after fuck up and it all started with that ill-fated car journey--

He'd take the edge off, he thought, slipping his hand into his beach shorts, shivering as he swirled pre-cum over his hypersensitive tip, biting the back of his hand as he began to stroke himself-- just one more time, and then I can cope--

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"...and in the most disrespectful possible way?"

Kento made a strangled, animalistic noise in the base of his throat, stalling the car at the traffic lights. He sat, ramrod straight, sweating like a virgin.

"...dont." He warned, his voice throaty and dangerous. "Don't."

A frisson of electric ran down your spine. You clenched your fists in your lap, staring straight ahead, and whispering; "Oh...okay."

The car journey was fraught with silence. For "disrespectfully" were the words bloomed into pictures, graphic and obscene, that Kento used to get himself off to you. "Disrespectfully" were the stones of shame weighing his pockets, as he showered himself down, water rehydrating the cloying cum stuck to his belly. "Disrespectfully" were the feral parts of him that sought to lift you onto the counter and bite you, until you were crushing his head between the thickness of your thighs.

"Disrespectfully" was so unprofessional, Kento could vomit. Still, saliva pooled under his tongue, unable to eschew "disrespectfully" from his mind when you asked him in that petalsweet voice.

"Disrespectfully" opened the car door for you. "Disrespectfully" offered you the curtest of bows as you headed inside. "Disrespectfully" waited until you'd definitely gone, before rubbing his eyes so hard, lights fizzlepopped behind them. "Disrespectfully" took him over the edge again, and again, to the imaginary sound of his thighs slapping into the backs of yours.

You screamed into a pillow, never able to look Nanami Kento in the eye again, after overstepping so hard, so fast.

The next few weeks of work with Nanami Kento were like sharing an office with a well-dressed wooden broom. Even pencil skirts didn't appear to break him.

They did. He spent the best part of two weeks stiff, in every way.

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He hadn't known you'd be coming to the beach, until the watermelon incident.

You and Shoko had been day-drinking, in just swimsuits, and you brought the curves and giggles of the Piña Colada glass with you. Misty as the clouded glass, you swayed with Shoko, and each step you took closer, the lower Kento's IQ dropped, point, by point, by point. That heavy arse flicked from side to side, bopping Kento's sanity away with it.

Somehow, impossibly, you held a whole watermelon in the deep divot of your waist. Your hip shelved it up, your squishy saddlebags plumping out beneath the heavy, verdant weight. With one arm draped above to hold the watermelon in place while you staggered hand in hand with Shoko, it all looked so effortless. Kento was sweating bricks, his book all but forgotten.

Thank god for dark sunglasses. He looked up without looking up. Hidden in sun-lounger shade, he watched you, obsessing in secrecy, a modern day peeping-Tom. You're okay Nanami pull yourself together stop being such a fucking boy--

"Hey, hey..." Shoko teased you, grasping your hip-squash with the girlish friendship needed to get away with it, "...I bet you could crush that watermelon between your thighs."

Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no no--

You laughed, you and Shoko high off your own supply. Shoko sat on the sand, placing the watermelon between her thighs, trying her best to squeeze them together as you wiped tears away, sitting down beside her.

And Kento watched how your ass spread, how your thighs spread, like melting gumdrops, want to fucking bite them--

"I'll give it a go...c'mere c'mere...nonono Shoko, 's my turn!"

Shoko rolled the watermelon across the sand. Kento wasn't aware his mouth had dropped open, when you opened your legs, leant back on the sand, like heaven's gates opening...and you clamped the watermelon between them.

And squeeeeezed.

Kento pressed his book over his lap, a tent over a tent. His mouth was dry, his throat thick. He moaned, somewhere deep in his chest, as a hot little dribble of pre-cum dripped down the leg of his swim shorts.

Surely she can't break a watermelon just between her thighs, those hips couldn't be that stro--

Crack.

Shoko cheered. You threw your arms in the air, and cheered. Your inner thighs dripped, stickysweet with watermelon juice. You lay back, laughing in the sand, your arms still above your head.

Kento relieved himself to the bar, his head swimming, still clamping his book over his throbbing lap, far too dizzied to be surreptitious.

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The day-drinking buzz faded by the time the seagull calls grew tired, against ombre skies. Shoko remained smashed, and Gojo designated-driver'd her to her room. Sandals grasped in one hand, with the salty sting of a chafe between your legs, you ambled across the beach, past the waterside bar.

Except, you stopped. To see him.

Kento's head was in his hands, his shirt opened and hanging off broad, lightly freckled shoulders, seasalt crystals down his back. You frowned at the volume of empty glasses in front of him.

"...Ken--...Nanami?"

Kento's elbow gave out under him with a grunt of surprise, his head lurching, swoopy before recovering. Narrow, slanted eyes glared at you, bleary.

"...oh. 's you."

You drew your saran around yourself, astonished by how such a big strip of fabric was still barely enough to cover your arse. Kento could feel himself thickening already, burying his face in his hands again with a groan. He stood, his legs barely responding to commands. He tried to sober himself, standing tall and stern, his usual self, wettened by drink.

"I'll walk you to your room."

"You don't have to do that--"

"I insist."

In truth, you weren't sure if you should walk Kento back to his room instead. He repeatedly fell a few steps behind, before shaking himself off and catching up again.

Each time, Kento's drunk eyes dropped, the mesmerising swing of your hips, the dimpled jiggle of your arse...how his tongue thickened like his cock, thirsty and hungry all at once and god she's lovely too the whole deal the whole nine yards shit Kento how can you look at her so--

"Thanks. For walking me back."

Kento clenched. Time's up. His face was flat, expressionless, downcast to the floor. You cleared your throat, opening your door and stepping through.

"Goodnight, Nanami--"

A foot jammed your door, Kento growling in pain as it squashed his sandal'd foot. You looked slowly up to his face, feeling a trickle of hot, terrifying anticipation slide down your spine. Kento's eyes drilled into you, whiskey on his breath, sobering rapidly as he made up his mind.

"I'd...like to come in."

You throbbed. Every hair stood on end as you asked.

"...respectfully?"

Kento's jaw clenched so hard, you heard the crack.

"Disrespectfully."

[hisdarlingabsurdity]

Our Love is a Work in Progress

Pairing: Aonung x Fem! Metkayina! Reader

Tags: Slightly Jealous Aonung, Childhood sweethearts, Tsireya being playful, Socially awkward reader

Word count: 3,194

Summary: Idiots in love. That's what you and Ao'nung are. If it weren't for your friend's devious machinations in the background, both of you would probably grow old still tip-toeing around each other.

For the umpteenth time this morning, you let out a dreamy sigh. From the corner of your eyes, you see Tsireya shake her head. "Just go and talk to them. Then you'll know that they are not so bad," she says, gesturing towards the Sullys who were currently practicing their breathing with Rotxo. Tsireya was right there teaching them with him earlier, but when she saw you peeking at them from up a boulder at a distance, she apparently decided that her quest for today was to finally convince you to approach them.

She climbed up to meet you with a knowing smile before pointing at each of them. "That one beside Rotxo is Kiri, she's a very fast learner," she says, "the small one is Tuk, she's very sweet. The boy over there is Lo'ak, and beside him is his older brother named Neteyam."

You listened to her with a pout, knowing that you won't need the information anyway.

You found them interesting, not so much in the beginning, no. You were wary of them, they were so different, and It didn't help that everyone collectively grimaced in disgust when it was revealed that they had demon blood, even though you didn't understand why. But they all look so warm and welcoming, especially now. (It might just be the certain, soft warm glow from the sun that makes it look like so, but still.)

"You know I can't, Tsireya. Mother would kill me if I so much as stand within arms reach." Your friend only giggled.

"You're a very persuasive girl, my friend. I'm sure your mother will change her mind about them. Now, how will you convince your mother of their kindness when you haven't experienced it yourself?"

You narrow your eyes at her, fighting back a goofy smile. "You're pretty persuasive yourself."

"You only think so because you actually want to approach them. You just need a few extra nudges."

You shake your head. "I told you, I can't." You nearly whine.

"...not a few nudges then, perhaps a full-on shove?

"A what now?" You begin to ask, but you could only yelp as she shoves you off the boulder. You cried out, only for it to get cut off as you land in the water. You scoff at her playfulness, causing bubbles to block your view.

You resurface, sputtering, still reeling from your shock (and amusement) and you hear her quite disrespectfully giggle at you from up the boulder. You crane your neck to send her a playful glare.

"Are you okay?"

You whip your head towards the unfamiliar voice, squinting. You raise your hand up to shield yourself from the harsh glare of the setting sun, your eyes adjusting, slowly making sense of the person's feature.

Truly, it felt like you were gazing upon something sacred, like Eywa herself sent you a guiding spirit with eyes that are pure melted gold, poured from a sun on the brink of an eclipse. It was mesmerizing.

Neteyam looked down at you from his Ilu, hands slowly reaching towards you, unsure if you'd let a stranger near but he keeps it there anyways in case you truly were in need of assistance.

"What?" You ask, feeling a little dumb as you stare at the rather magnificent picture.

He tilts his head in confusion. "Tsireya called out, she said you slipped and hit your head—"

You struggle to hear whatever he was trying to say at the end, his voice being cut off by the sound of Rotxo laughing, and the others floundering about in the water as they arrive. "She's fine," he says. "I saw the whole thing." He looks up to send a knowing look at Tsireya who only giggles as she moves to go back down from the boulder.

You blink rapidly, trying to gather your scattered thoughts. What are you supposed say?

You stare blankly at Neteyam, some of your hair were in your mouth and you remember the not-so-graceful way you whipped your head towards him earlier, squinting at him. You must've painfully looked like an idiot, because you see Rotxo cringe and you realize distantly that you were still staring.

"What's up with her?" You hear Lo'ak ask.

Neteyam stares back at you, his hands still hovering and you see him hesitate. Rotxo turns away, as if watching you was too painful, still, you do not miss the subtle shaking of his shoulders, it was what snapped you out of your daze and you reel back, laughing awkwardly. Neteyam raises both his eyebrows, his eyes flickered from yours and to his siblings in confusion. You curse at yourself instantly, wishing for an Akula to just eat you up.

"You must be..." The girl named Kiri trailed off, her voice startling the uncomfortable silence your awkwardness settled in the atmosphere. Rotxo provides her your name and Kiri nods. "Tsireya speaks of you. She says you're the best singer in the village."

"Ah, hehe." You chuckled awkwardly, rubbing the back of your nape sheepishly. "I wouldn't say that I'm the best—"

You yelp as Ao'nung rose from the water, his eyes staring straight at yours. He came seemingly from out of nowhere.

"Ao'nung? Weren't you…Where'd you even come from?" You ask, positively flabbergasted at his sudden appearance. He was supposed to be out with his father. You cross your arms. "I bet you’re slacking off again, Aren’t you supposed to be with the chief?”

"I was." His answer came in a short burst. As if he couldn't be bothered to answer you properly. Then he scans you like a mother checking her child for injuries, before letting his gaze wander back to your eyes then at the others who came to help you and you realize the gravity of your situation.

You feel yourself frown before you could control your expressions. "I'm really sorry for disturbing your lessons." You say, mostly facing Rotxo, who in turn, shakes his head, smiling at you. He's always been so patient and nice, just a little prick sometimes, mostly when Aonung's around. Together, they were little teasing menaces.

You hear Tsireya before you see her, grinning at you as she floats in the water by your side. "Well, I'm just glad you're okay, my friend." She sighs in relief (as if she wasn't the one who pushed you off).

You lean closer to her and whisper, "you're lucky you're the chief's daughter."

She giggles as she rests her hand on your shoulder before approaching the others. "We could always use another's help. Perhaps my friend can also help with teaching?"

"Oh, well. If it's alright with her to…" Neteyam answers. You inwardly cringed. They must've thought that your hesitation to receive help from them stems from the skepticism and disgust that the rest of the village doesn't bother hiding towards them.

"I want to…help, I mean. I did cause quite a ruckus. Let me make up for it," you say, smiling. You felt relieved that you didn't stutter once. You've already made a fool of yourself enough to give you nightmares for 3 weeks.

"How did you manage slip from there anyway, that's always been your spot." Ao'nung tilts his head back to look down at you through the bridge of his nose. You couldn't stop your face from scrunching up at his words, it heralds an incoming torrent of nagging. You knew that he would start if you so much as wince in pain. You appreciate his concern, but you hate how he makes you sound so weak and fragile, and in front of these people you’re trying to befriend!

"It was my fault, really. We were messing around," Tsireya says, raising her hands. You thank Eywa that she hasn't completely abandoned you to your own clumsy social skills.

"Yeah, and what's up with you? Why are you suddenly here?" You ask, turning to face Ao'nung, genuinely curious, but also flinging towards him a vindictive glance

"I heard you scream and I thought you needed help…" he starts, then he glances at Neteyam. "although someone's already beaten me to it." With that. Ao'nung nods at you before diving back in and swimming away.

You feel a headache slowly seeping into your head. Ao’nung left as fast as his sudden arrival, and it irks you just as much as it confuses you; his cryptic behavior, worried glances but searing choice of words, his awful timing…

"Wow, so he can actually talk without outright insulting anyone," Kiri says.

Tsireya giggles as she gives you a look you don't bother to decipher.

"Are you really okay? You look a little dazed." You turn towards the voice by your side. You almost squeal in delight as the youngest of the Sullys look up at you with her wide eyes.

"Oh she's fine. She's just extremely shy." Rotxo says, waving his hand around in a dismissive manner.

"Okay, okay. How about we stop wasting time on me and resume the lesson, yeah?" You say, having had enough of this, whatever this whole predicament was. You couldn't say it was all bad though, since you finally succeeded in introducing yourself to the Sully kids. There may have been better ways to do it, preferably without making such a racket, but it is what it is.

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Throughout your childhood, Aonung was always there. He was your first, and most eager listener. He always went along with you whenever you would go out and practice your singing, claiming to be your protector, your guardian. He always has his eyes on you, always listening to every single word you say. You especially notice this whenever you were hanging out with the other kids. No one really asks for your opinion, and nobody expects you to contribute to the conversation, so much so that you feel like you only open your mouth when you sing during shared gatherings. But Ao'nung was different. He always asks you what you think, always prodding you to speak your mind, always glaring sharply at anyone who tries to talk over you.

And he is always hovering around you. It was at first, stifling, until you decided that perhaps he simply enjoyed your companionship. Even now that he avoids you, refusing to be around you for long, like your mere presence burns him, he still doesn't completely abandon you. And it makes you furious, more confused than mad, of course. First he barges into your life, spending almost every waking moment with you only to suddenly shove you away, still keeping you within eyesight but refusing to even approach you. You don't think that he suddenly doesn't want you as a friend anymore, it is evident in the way he looks out for you, even indirectly.

You spend the next few days hanging out with the Sullys, much to your parent's chagrin. They do nothing to stop you though, you figured they've either given up on you, or trust that you know what's good for you.

Neteyam was, in almost every way, especially nice to you. You don't think that it was because you completely dazzled him with your amazing existence, making him fall madly in love with you, no. His way of showing care was almost aggressive, like he was trying to prove a point or something. And you're only able to notice because you've sharpened your observation skills instead of your speaking skill. You weren't completely stupid…you noticed that Neteyam becomes incredibly touchy and sweet whenever Ao'nung was around. You quite enjoyed the situation, you can't lie.

Also, you've never hung out with so many friendly people before. You miss Ao'nung though. And of course, because of that, confrontation was inevitable.

"You wanna know why I've been avoiding you?"

He asks but he doesn't wait for you to answer before he continues.

"It's because you keep hanging around those freaks. You wanna be an outcast by associating yourself with them, then go ahead."

He doesn't mean it, he really doesn't.

You shake your head. "I was already an outcast, Ao'nung. And frankly, I'd rather be one than associate myself with your friends—" You raise your hand up to silence him, you were not done yet. "—and I know for a fact that you no longer see them as freaks. I might even say that you've started to treat them with respect. You can see them now, Aonung. I know it. So why are you suddenly back to saying such rude words about them?"

He exhales a deep, exasperated breath, his head pounding with all the words he wants to say but couldn't.

You wait for him to gather his thoughts.

"He…" Aonung started. "Yes, what you said is true. I've…they've grown on me, those Sully brats…"

His gaze flickers back to you.

"But he— that Neteyam. He's obviously aiming for you."

You frown in confusion. "He's what? Aiming for me? With what? I don't think—"

He rolls his eyes. "What I meant was he's seriously considering you as a mate."

With his answer, you felt even more confused.

"I think that is highly unlikely. It's too early for him to choose a mate and even more unlikely for him to choose me. What am I supposed to do when there's a war, huh? Sing the enemies to death?"

"There's more to choosing mates than just their assets, their worth, during a war."

"But he's a chief, he can't just marry anyone."

He sighs. "A chief's mate doesn't always have to be a tsahik…you do know that right?"

"No no no. Still, it's impossible. He hardly even knows me and—" your gaze sharpens towards him. "Even if, for some reason, he wants me as his mate, what's it to you? And why would you avoid me because of that?"

He scoffs. "I was not avoiding you. I was simply giving you space."

You give him the stinkiest grimace you could manage. "Explain…"

He clicks his tongue in annoyance, rubbing the back of his neck. He gestures with his hands as he tries to do as you asked. "I was furious—"

"What did I do?"

"—not at you." He sighs again. "At myself."

You stare blankly at him.

"You mentioned earlier that it was too early for Neteyam to choose a mate, but courting takes time, just like how I've been courting you since we were kids. I'm not done explaining yet," he says when he sees your confused frown. "I was angry when I saw how happy you were with your new friends. (Again, angry at myself) You should know that you're actually pretty popular among the boys in the village. The reason they do not even attempt to approach you is because they know I like you. I did not mean to…It was not my intention to make you lonely. I did not know that it would make the girls dislike you and I'm sorry for that. Now, the reason I avoided you was because the Sullys offered friendship, something that you weren't able to have in your own home, because of me. I distanced myself because I realized that I took you for granted. I used my position as a guarantee that no one else would try to court you. I was selfish and it made you…it turned you into an outcast…"

You hardly knew how to react, and you, in an attempt to try and make sense of things, stammer over your words, a torrent of sentences that makes absolutely no sense pouring out of your lips. Finally, you pinch the bridge of your nose and you take a deep breath.

"You give yourself too much credit, Ao’nung."

He raises his head to look at you.

"My social life was already done for, even before your supposed destruction of my potential relationships."

"No, it is my fault. You are not some property or a thing to be claimed. It's my fault that the boys…I feel like I ruined your chances to choose whoever you may want."

"Ao’nung…Even if that is so, they are not worth my time if they are too scared of you to even try to talk to me. It means they do not like me enough. My point is—listen—my point is that you should not blame yourself for something that you cannot control. Seriously, d'you think everything that's happened in my life is caused somehow by your decisions? You idiot."

He bites his lip, eyes narrowing in deep thought.

"Okay, it sounded a little less conceited in my head. But that's how I feel."

"I understand…what I don't understand is the whole 'I have been courting you since we were kids' thing."

"What's so hard to understand about that? I like you. I love listening to you sing. I love spending time with you. You're kind. You never talk bad about anyone, you actually cared about me and wanted to be my friend not just because I’m the chief’s son…You gave me flowers, you wrote songs about me, (I am partial to the ones about us on an adventure, by the way) you make me feel warm and appreciated. I adore you…I pine for you.”

"...Oh, wow. Sorry, this is a lot to take in. And I didn't even notice that you were courting me."

"I still am. You have no idea how much you mean to me," he says, looking at you through his ridiculously long eyelashes, his ears flat against the side of his head.

You feel your chest tighten at his words. Why he hadn't told you this before, you do not know.

"You can't just. Why, I never even…" You trail off as he holds a hand up.

"Now, I'm wondering if I was being too subtle, or if you're just too dull."

"Hey, that's not nice."

"Kind of hard to be nice when the person you adore is fawning over a foreigner."

"I was not." you huffed.

"I know. I'm sorry for saying that. It's just, I never seem to know what to say. I know what I want to say but I can't put it into words that would perfectly describe it."

"It doesn't need to be. Also, are you kidding me? That confession was perfect!”

Ao’nung groaned, running his hand down his face. “Okay, stop.”

“It was heartfelt, and poetic.” You see his tail wagging sideways from behind him.

“And,” you continue, your voice carrying venom. “It’s the most you’ve said to me for days!” You punch his arm and he glares at you, mumbling something about ruining the mood.

"Y'know what? I'm gonna write a song about you, about how stupid you are." You say, still seething.

"As long as it's about me…" He shrugs, stepping closer towards you, grinning like a fool.

"You asshole." You say, but without any real anger.

He hums. "Well, I'm your asshole…"

You both frown as you take in his words.

"Okay, that did not—"

"Uncalled for." You shake your head.

"That was not what I…wow, it did not sound romantic at all, I don't know why I…"

"I feel violated…"

End.

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Note

Can't believe I have to say this but pls remember that x readers aren't going to be a 100% accurate presentation of you. I don't wanna be gettin no "but I can't sing" comments. I stopped writing fanfic because of comments like that (which is dumb). So don't do that please, Thank you!

Also read on Ao3!

English ain't my first language so pls be kind.

[sant-riley]

ur 141 task force w/ genz!reader has a HOLD on me, esp the part where they see teddy out in public on leave 4 the first time and ofc im imagning myself as teddy and i dress so BIMBO-ISH, i would spot them a mile away and try n hide behind friends or/and family, "whats so wrong with them seeing you?" there is a difference between my family seeing me dressed like this when theyre used to it and a bunch of older HOT MEN I WORK WITH!! SEEING ME DRESSED AS A BIMBO! ∑( 口 ||

No bc I dress like a bimbo too 😭, I wear super short shorts and cropped tops constantly so that to military clothing is a huge damn difference LMAO but honestly no matter what you wear or dress while on leave, they are Looking.

You know damn well everyone's looking disrespectfully too 💀 Gaz and Soap are staring full on at you with jaws DROPPED with literal hearts in their eyes.

Ghost is avoiding eye contact like a mf and stares off past your head so he doesn't lose his shit.

Price is the motherfucker to walk up and introduce himself directly and boast about how good of a soldier you are and it makes you wanna die 😭.

Then you look behind him and you got the whole damn gawking and your family is asking who they are 🧍🏽‍♀️

[ryuichirou]

What are your headcanons for the Twisted Wonderland cast's partner (ship or reader I dunno how you do this ^w^) coming to their room alone in a big robe/coat/jacket etc. and just drops it revealing they're nude?

Another good question that took a long time for me to answer! Had to think about this one lol

Definitely not the “x reader” thing, since we prefer ship the characters together, but based on what ship it is, some of the characters’ reaction might be different… and there is no way I’ll be able to mention all the ships that we like, but I’ll do my best to note the most obvious ones that come to mind.

Riddle would instantly get all red, turn around/cover his face and honestly either go completely silent or start yelling depending on who it is. With Trey, he’d probably be at loss for words, because to do something like this is very unlike Trey, but it’s not like Riddle hates what he saw… and if it’s Floyd, Riddle is going to yell at him lol but then again, it’s not like he hates what he saw.

Trey would actually get very surprised because to do something like this is also very unlike Riddle, but it would take him less time to compute what’s going on and act accordingly. But the shock of what just happened wouldn’t wear off even after they had sex and all – Trey is probably the one to stare at the ceiling thinking “well what the hell was that” afterwards.

With Cater it’s a bit difficult to say since we don’t have any ships with him, but he’d probably also be unprepared for this kind of surprise. But if he’s very into his partner, he’d teasingly say to him that surprises like this are cruel because they’re bad for Kei-kun’s heart~ while being obviously way too into it.

Deuce would start to stutter and be all red and confused and ask Ace what the hell is he doing and that he should cover himself. He just can’t get Ace – sometimes he seems like he isn’t into this whole thing at all, and sometimes he just moves way too fast.

Ace’s first instinct would to either make a snarky comment (to cover his own embarrassment) or to just make fun of poor Deuce, but in more successful turn of event he’ll just be left speechless or mumble some nonsense to himself quietly while staring very disrespectfully.

Leona would be a bit confused, but he won’t do anything. He’d just close his eyes, turn around and continue sleeping, maybe making a snarky comment about how freakishly skinny Ruggie is. But it would still make him think that maybe they should have sex right now… honestly, just because to do something like this is so uncharacteristic for Ruggie, that the sheer boldness of this act would affect Leona.

Ruggie’s reaction is “Huh, is it 20.30 already?” lol, he isn’t phased at all. Well, maybe a little phased, because Leona’s go-to is to just roll around lazily and say something like “what are you waiting for”, but the prince being more impatient than usual isn’t really such a big surprise.

Jack would actually get super flustered and speechless and instantly aroused no matter who his partner is lol, and he’ll also probably try to cover him with clothes and try not to stare that much. But no matter how hard he tries to be a good boy, he won’t be able to ignore this provocation altogether.

Azul would actually very confused and flustered, but then again, he’d also instantly try to save face and act as unsurprised and amused as possible. Oh, you wanted to surprise him? To confuse him, to steal the control of the situation away from him? Jokes on you, because he’s stealing it right back! And commenting on how desperate you must be to appear before him like this~ Whether it was Idia or Jamil, he’s going to regret doing it instantly lol Although Azul’s confused, flustered face was very cute.

Jade would make a surprised face but he wouldn’t be surprised even for a second. He might act surprised, embarrassed and even hurt and scandalized if he is in the mood for some drama though. He’s also going to make his potential partner regret that they’ve done it….

Floyd would get quite amused and aroused actually. And with Riddle especially, he would get so surprised by randomness and boldness of him doing something like this, that he’ll probably jump him immediately… well, or after teasing him for a couple of minutes.

Jamil’s reaction would be a weary sign and a quiet “Where are your pants, Kalim?”, in the most “can we please don’t do this” intonation possible. He is way too tired to take mental energy and try to decipher what Kalim wants from him by acting this way. It can’t be anything good, so for fuck’s sake, Kalim, just wear your pants or go take a shower already…

Kalim’s would probably say something stupid, indicating that he doesn’t fully grasp the sexual nature of what Jamil just did, but at the same time he might randomly address it and call Jamil beautiful and start undressing for some reason. Did he decide that they’re going to have sex now? Or is he joining Jamil for a swim? Your guess is as good as mine. Seducing Kalim is a chore sometimes…

With Vil it truly depends on any given situation. In theory, he doesn’t like surprises, because they tend to happen at the worst time possible. But then again, his partner is Rook, and he, first of all, is a genius of perfect timing, and second of all, is a guru of Vil’s mood. Vil also allows him to do a lot of things he wouldn’t allow to do someone else, so if Rook was to do something like this, Vil would sigh and roll his eyes at first, but then decide that it’s time for him to take a break anyway and get into a flirty mood. But sometimes Vil just skips the sigh part altogether and just stars staring at Rook with assessing gaze.

Rook is also someone who would make his partner regret doing this type of thing to him, because he’d get surprised for a second there (is it a fake surprise?) but then start showering Vil with compliments for both how he looks and how he always leaves him in awe. We’re lucky if he doesn’t start to sing. But then again, there are days when Rook just smiles quietly and grabs the naked body and tosses it on the bed aaand we know the rest.

Epel is someone who would yelp in surprise, get very red and just stare in shock without blinking. He’d stare for such a long time that his partner might want to leave (either because it’s Floyd and he got bored, or because it’s Jack and he got unsure of himself), and in that case Epel would grab his hand and ask him not to leave very desperately. He wants it, he just… didn’t expect everything to be this big…

Idia wouldn’t actually survive this. Okay he would but he would be a mess lol He’d get both flustered and pale at the same time, he’d be cold yet covered in sweat, he’d try to look away but his eyes would be focused on that thing that is an elephant in the room, so Idia is going to end up covering his face not to look at it. He also might either get speechless or start bombarding his partner with snarky comments, like an extreme stand-up version of whatever Ace was doing. He’ll talk so much… But it's a good thing that all of his potential partners are good at shutting him up.

Ortho would play along, and just how he would play along depends entirely on Ortho’s mood that day. He has seen this trope in movies a lot of times, and there are so many possible reactions! He might start acting all shy and stuttery (very fake…), and sometimes he’ll just react with confidence and start flirting back or commenting on the person’s body. With Idia, it’s definitely always the second option. With Vil, however, there could be a wide range, because he enjoys acting with him.

Lilia would blink slowly a couple of times, but wouldn’t really get surprised. He is an old man who used to be (and is still) quite popular, so it’s nothing new to him. Especially if it’s Malleus who does it: to Lilia it’s the “that needy child wants attention” thing. With Silver he might be a bit more surprised, but it’s because it’s very unusual for Silver to do something like this. But even then, with both Malleus and Silver, this is definitely going to get Lilia into a certain type of mood instantly. Wink wink

Malleus would do his amused “hoo?” thing probably lol but he’d get s bit surprised at first. If it’s Lilia who does it, he’d get surprised because Lilia doesn’t really do this type of stuff nowadays, but Malleus is happy to see Lilia being so spunky. He might tease him a bit for that. And if it’s Sebek, Malleus would get even more surprised because of his bold of a move it is (can’t really picture circumstances in which Sebek would do something so indecent…), but the sheer boldness would instantly make Malleus very interested in what Sebek tries to offer him.

Sebek would get so shocked. His reaction would be somewhat similar to Jack’s, but kind of worse in any possible way. He would get super horny instantly and stare like a maniac, but at the same time he’ll either start yelling about how indecent and vulgar it is (if it’s Silver who’s doing it…) or just become a ball of confused loud sounds (if it’s Malleus who’s doing it). He is probably someone who would be the most overwhelmed by something like this, nothing in Sebek’s life could possibly prepare him for such a thing…

And Silver… You know, Silver would probably just look at it for a moment, say “got it” and start undressing himself. He’ll just read it as a signal… Why are you like this, Silver? Does it happen to you very often? Who raised you- alright don’t answer that.

[l3viat8an]

I think that everyone is sleeping on the idea of Mephisto having a breeding kink. (pun not intended lmaoo) Like, atleast half of the reasons that people state for why Dia would have a breeding kink (whole heir stuff and related things) apply to Mephisto too + the common heat HC cause he's also a demon. The uhhh "Creative potential" LMAO is there and I have so far never seen it be used. ------------------------------ Side note but, If I was MC in Nightbringer or just like at one of those types of events that Diavolo would bring out his demon form for I would be staring so disrespectfully the entire time... Brain would just immediately be like chesttttttt and then I'd just zone into the stare. It would genuinely be embarrassing if someone put two and two together/noticed and figured out why I was staring either for me or for them on my behalf LMAO. That man goes shirtless way too often in situations that MC/I'd supposed to be paying attention for HELP.

Nsfw content MDNI

Mephisto has a breeding kink!!! I’d never argue that!!!

He just does!!! Seeing his cum filling you up and the whole idea of breeding the little human pet exchange student is always so sweet~ plus the idea of having his baby growing inside you drives Mephisto wild!!!

THE LAST PART IS TOO RELATABLE CUZ ✨TITTIES✨

There is no way I’d ever be paying attention, I’m just looking at Diavolo’s tits and spacing out I won’t remember a damn thing- 

Like other demons might notice and Diavolo himself will eventually but for the most part nobody will say anything.

Diavolo always makes it clear he enjoys your attention. So why would anybody stop you~?

[anietydriven]

⚠️ BLOOD / GORE WARNING⚠️ (Made my own little spin on it)

»»————-　[ Chapter 7: You are my Black Sorrow ]　————-««

Till stayed in the spot for a few hours before Ivan shifted his body away as he slowly woke up.

"Rise and shine."

"Hm..?" Ivan grumbled as he rubbed his eyes. He turned his head to see Till.

He froze for a split second before rising to his feet and hid under a blanket. Till tilted his head in confusion, What's up with Ivan? Ivan was happy, excited even. He just didn't think they'd sleep together! Although they didn't do anything yet. A part of him was putting himself down thinking.

'Give up on it. He'll never love you. He loves Mizi.'

Till calmed down and came to his senses as he pulled the blanket off of himself. Ivan gave his iconic smile with his cute little fang peaking out.

"Evening.. Sorry about sleeping on you."

"No need to apologize. We both passed out. Urak was being kind enough to not wake either of us up." Till smiled faintly.

Till grabbed his book and turned his attention onto Ivan.

"Your round is tomorrow. Should you rehearse it?" Till asked softly.

"Eh, I'll do it in the morning. My round isn't until night time."

"Then what will you be doing..?" Till wondered.

"Hm.."

Ivan tilted his own head, he didn't know what he'd be doing. But he just knew for now being around Till isn't good for himself. He shrugged as if he's acting like an airhead.

"Dunno. But I'll be back around bedtime."

The boys shares a dorm, which is why he said that. Ivan turned his back towards Till and waved bye. He left the room, he had to distract himself otherwise he might just fuck things up. Ivan did things to distract himself. Such as working out. They might be stuck in space but he still wants to stay fit. He got on a pull up bar and pulled his body up over the bar.

Ivan didn't notice Mizi staring at him. Mizi watched him before speaking.

"How was your date?"

"Date? It wasn't one.. He kept on talking about how he wished you were there with him." Ivan stated bluntly.

"Ugh he's so dense.. How did he fuck this up for himself?" Mizi mumbled.

Ivan glanced over towards Mizi as he pulled his head over the bar, with his calves crossed in the air, near the back of his thighs. Mizi snickered as she said.

"You're lucky you're in here alone. Otherwise your fangirls would be drooling everywhere." Mizi teased.

"Oh? Why's that?" Ivan asked oblivious.

Mizi stared at Ivan with an unamused expression, she gazed at his body. He wasn't wearing a shirt, but he was wearing gym shorts. Mizi was unsure if Ivan was serious about not knowing.

"Y'know how girls are. Seeing men exercise and get all.. sweaty." She gestured to his body.

Ivan did one more rep of chin-ups. Which was he had used his arms to pull his whole body up, to have his chin above the bar. Then he had lowered his body to the starting position He had let go of the bar, allowing him to fall to his feet. Ivan wiped the sweat off of his face. However there was sweat rolling down Ivan's chest. Mizi just stared at him disrespectfully. She began to see why girls are fawning over him.

However she is still loyal to her girlfriend, besides she's a lesbian. She shrugged it off before she sat on a bench. She tossed a water-bottle towards Ivan.

"Thanks." Ivan mumbled.

He had gulped the water down before he went to his dorm room and fell asleep. Ivan had a bad sleep pattern. Even so he still woke up full of energy. This man had stayed away from Till, rehearsing his song. They had to write their own song. Ivan had made one copy for his competitor.

Ivan might only care about Till but he's a relatively nice person unless if they provoke him. So there's no point in not giving her a copy of the lyrics.

Till felt a bit uneasy. It's not that he's worried, it's just whenever Ivan doesn't talk or go bother them Ivan is usually up to no good. So he walked down the halls, stopped at a door and stared inside of the room. What he saw was indeed Ivan. However what he saw was Ivan sitting on the ground, head against the wall. He couldn't see Ivan's face but he knew that body language anywhere. Ivan was thinking of his past. After all, that's what they all do.

Till didn't want to distract him or interfere, so he continued to walk down the corridors towards Mizi's room.

'At least he's not plotting anything.' Till thought to himself.

Ivan was having memories of his past. He remembered how he didn't care about whether he died or not. Because he remembered he was being dangled over the roof of the building by a Gorilla-Cyclops alien. Ivan also remembered how he first got interested in Till.

That was the first time he felt anything besides emptiness. Ivan had came back to reality, he disliked the reality. Ivan smirked to himself as he glanced towards the door to see no one was there. He shook his head, returning back to the song.

"I hate this world. At least I have Till." Ivan huffed.

A half the day was the time Ivan took to rehearse. He went into the waiting room once the sun had vanished in the sky above. He was waiting for his round to start which was 5 minutes away. Ivan was wearing an a black top and grey pants with belts and straps on his pant legs.

Till snuck up behind Ivan which slightly startled Ivan.

"W-Why are you here..?"

"Well.." Till hesitated but he continued.

"You better win this. I see you as a friend, but seriously. I care about you.. If you win this I'll ask Urak— Try to ask Urak if we could go out into town. Since you seemed happy yesterday.."

Till wasn't the best at encouraging people. I am stared at him before tilting his head.

"Oh, you don't have to force yourself."

"I-I'm not! I'm genuinely worried about you die neither Mizi and I will be sad. You always get yourself in danger." Till stared at Ivan, unamused.

Ivan glanced away because he was guilty in that sense. He's always been one to experience near death. It's as if Ivan was a death chaser.

"You have no need to worry. At least be genuine with your words before speaking. However, I'm confident I'll win this round." Ivan smiled.

Although he's always negative about the world around him. He's still a confident player in this competition. He just bit his lip before saying.

"I hope you know. If I win this, We'll have to compete against each other. Are.. you sure you want this?"

"I.. I know that." He honestly had forgotten about that much.

It's just now isn't the time to worry about that. Especially since they should focus on the round they are at right now. Till glanced at the clock before he left the room. Leaving Ivan alone. Ivan bit his lip, drawing blood due to his fang. He turned to the contraption and stood atop of it.

He could hear the announcer talking.

"Now is the time you've all been waiting for! Here comes our competitors, Ivan and Sally!"

Ivan and Sally has been raised up onto the stage due to the elevation contraption. Ivan stared out into the crowd along with the cameras. He confidently strode forward towards the microphone. Just as drums played in the background, Ivan opened his mouth.

"The soggy darkness crouched down.

Even if we shake our heads, It's always been the same place.

I can't reach you, so I imagine Alone.

You who shines I stand next to you.

So black, black as it can be.

The dark sea gets deeper as you approach.

Like a black, black sorrow!

A story of such woe.

At the end of this story, there is only a cold spot.

Stained with blood and empty air."

Ivan paused a minute while the drums and the guitar continued. Ivan bit his lip while thinking about Till. He hoped Till was watching this.

"Where your eyes reach,

Where your fingertips brush.

Waiting for you endlessly.

The red light inside the black darkness,

Turning the hourglass.

Spending a long time with you..

So black, black as it can be!

A dark sea gets deeper as you approach.

Like a black, black sorrow.

A story of such woe

At the end of the story,

There is only a cold spot stained with blood."

Ivan raised his hand towards the camera.

"Such black, black sorrow!

To me you are,

To me you are my

Black sorrow!

You are my

Black sorrow!"

Till and Mizi were watching this all happen together. Mizi knew this song must be about Ivan his mental state around Till. Till on the other hand didn't know it was about his mental state, let alone himself. Till knew it was about Ivan, but that's about it.

Both Till and Mizi held their breaths, that they didn't know was being held. They were staring at the screen. How did Ivan get such a high rating?! Ivan's points?

90

Mizi snickered. "I knew he wouldn't die. But uh.. Ivan looks so dead inside."

"Huh..?" Till hasn't noticed it, but looking back at the screen. He did look dead inside.

Ivan turned his head to look up at the scoreboard. He didn't think he'd get that high, but he knew he'd win. Ivan's eyes turned to look at Sally.

Just as he looked at Sally, his eyes very slightly widened when he watched Sally's head get a hole in it. It was due to the gun. The gun had shot through Sally's eye.

Ivan stared in awe before he covered his mouth. Was he disgusted? No. He's hiding the twisted smile he had. So that's the outcome that happens when someone loses..

'Oh this is getting good.' Ivan thought to himself while he feigned disgust.

But his eyes were fixated on the gaping hole in that girl's head. He could see her twitching brain. Meanwhile, with Mizi she gagged while Till stared at the screen.

Ivan had his mouth covered to calm down. He had to calm down to see his puppy, Till. By the time Ivan arrived by Till's side, Ivan had looked calm. He saw Mizi's disgust. A part of him was having a kick out of it but he had that deep inside of him. Ivan feigned disbelief.

"I didn't know people died when they would go that far.." Ivan sighed.

"I told you not to fail." Till sighed before asking.

"When do you wanna go out again?"

"You mean like a date?" Ivan asked almost bluntly.

Till nearly choked on his saliva. "The fuck?!"

"...." A pause from Till.

It won't hurt to amuse Ivan. Then again he did say that he'd ask Urak to go out again if Ivan won.

"Fine, After round 4 some time I'll only go on One date. I heard going on a bro's date isn't.. y'know romantic" Till gave in.

Till wasn't taught anything by humans, he learned all of this in books. Till was doing the 'It's not gay if it's a bro-date'. Till knew asking Urak for this will bs hard. Not for Ivan but for himself. Ivan smiled happily and hugged Till. Which till squirmed in his grasp.

Mizi didn't know what was going on in Ivan's head but he was happy seeing the both of them having fun. She sighed softly.

"Till sweetie.." Mizi got close to Till's face. "There's no such thing as a bro's date.."

Ivan glared daggers at Mizi as if to tell her, 'Back off.' without saying it.

Mizi backed up from Till. "You two should kiss." with a cat like grin.

"Hell no!" Till hissed while blushing heavily.

Ivan clicked his tongue. "No take-backsies."

Ivan wasn't going to pass up on going on a date with Till. Till on the other hand was dreading this already. But on the plus side he didn't give a specific date.. Maybe, just maybe Ivan will forget.

To be continued.

»»————-　　————-««

[lady-of-imladris]

Here me out… Thranduil’s wife had lived and is present at the meeting of Thranduil and Thorin in the movie… and has to stop her husband from brawling with the dwarf for staring at her the whole time.

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Now I imagine her sitting on a throne next to Thranduil and when he goes downstairs to pull off the whole "WHAT DO YOU KNOW OF DRAGONFIRE" bit, she gets out a spray bottle with water and punished Thranduil like a cat that did something bad 😂😂😂

Thranduil is totally the kind of person who would get super offended when another man looks at his wife a little too disrespectfully and she would totally hold him back. But Thorin would absolutely comment on that. He would say something very stupid. And then the queen would just let go of Thranduil and let him punch the dwarf😂😂

[madelineorionswan]

The Royal Queen: The Journey of a Young Duchess.

Chapter 5: Meeting Charlie Weasley.

Summary: With a whirlwind start to her reign, things are finally starting to wind down in the country, the palace and her personal life. But as she discovers the world of politics, she realises that it might be a bit more complicated than she anticipated. So she hires a professor who teaches law and politics, as her tutor, who goes by the name of Charles Weasley, more commonly known as Charlie by his friends and family. Madeline confronts her parents about her education and later goes to a county fair and dance, where she dances the night away.

Warnings: fencing(?) a pinch of angst and a ton of fluff, swearing(like once)

A/N: The exciting part has officially arrived, and the much anticipated Charlie Weasley has entered the scene!!!!!! I'm internally screaming as I wrote this chapter, cus this is way too exciting !!!!! Hope you enjoy this chapter guys!

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. All of the characters in mention (Except the ones from history) are fictional. The relationships mentioned among these characters aren’t real. I respect all of the characters from history mentioned in the story; the story is in no way written disrespectfully. I am not an expert on history and politics hence the mentions and portrayal of these two subjects are based on my imagination and are not real.

Some time had passed since the coronation and the opening of Parliament. Slowly but surely, the royal household slipped back into the normality of its daily routine at Eallesborough Castle.

Madeline had been rather desolate, always busy with the many new duties her day had been flogged with, never getting a moment for herself. But whenever there were days when she had to only affirm and sign documents or meet the prime minister, Madeline was left to herself, in the eerie silence of her bedroom or office room, where only the scratching of a pen against paper or the rustle of sheets at 11 pm could be heard.

This silence would consume her in depression, like an ominous and dark storm cloud which engulfs every inch of the sky in darkness in its wake. Nights went by without Madeline getting a wink of sleep, staring at the ceiling fan, driving her mad internally, but her face didn't give a single emotion away. After weeks of sleepless nights, Madeline conceded to Rowan's pleading to visit a psychologist for at least one consultation.

Madeline met up with the so-called "Headshrinker" (her words, not Rowan's), with whom, she thought, the meeting would be an absolute waste of time. But surprisingly, it proved to be quite likeable. The doctor diagnosed her with anxiety and depression, prescribing her some medication, and for a while, life went on well.

It was early in the morning when Madeline got up. No one knew where she went, but the moment the staff member, who came with her coffee, was flabbergasted to see her bedroom empty, the whole palace went into panic mode.

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Rakepick got up from her desk abruptly as the head of the household, Mr Hudson, confessed about the missing queen. She immediately ordered Rowan to look around the front entrance of Eallesborough, along with the extra apartments, while she searched around the castle, followed by a bustling group of staff.

Rakepick rolled her eyes, annoyed as she tried to shoo away the annoying staff, whom she found to be like a comb of noisy bees. The staff were quick to scurry away when they saw her furious expression. Rakepick let out a sigh and returned back to search for the missing queen.

While searching around the back hallway leading to the backyard gardens, she abruptly stopped when she heard grunts and the sounds of a sword's movement. Rakepick opened the door and sighed with relief and annoyance when she saw Madeline fencing with a wooden mannequin.

As the tall redhead approached the queen, she quickly ducked away as Madeline made a feint with her sword. Madeline smirked to herself from inside her helmet.

"Care to join me for a round of fencing, Madam Rakepick?" Madeline quirked a brow. She used the tip of her sword to pick up another fencing sword by the handle, spinning it around the tip and then tossing it over to the older woman, who caught it skillfully.

Rakepick quirked her brow at Madeline, who just shrugged and spun her sword in her hand. Taking the opportunity, Rakepick smirked to herself and charged forward with her sword. Madeline quickly blocked her attack and twisted her blade to turn the charge on Rakepick. But Rakepick too proved to be skilful at the sport as she deflected the attack. The two women went on for a couple of minutes, only focused on the other and the movement of their Epee.

In under fifteen minutes, Madeline had gotten a lead, lunging forward with her sword. But Rakepick, taking advantage of the flexible blade, flicked it in such a manner which disarmed Madeline, declaring her the winner.

Madeline gasped as her sword flew out of her hand and fell beside her, the pointed blade sticking to the ground, making the sword stand as straight as a stick. Rakepick smirked to herself as Madeline sighed, but with a smile on her face nonetheless.

She took off her helmet and mask, placing them on the table beside the mannequin and dropped her sword into a bin full of swords as Rakepick did the same with her sword. The pair quietly walked back inside, not quite sure how to start a conversation. When Madeline shut the door to the back yard she let out a soft breath and turned to face her secretary.

"I'm assuming you didn't just come to have a round of fencing Madam Rakepick," Madeline said. Letting a sigh escape her lips, Rakepick cleared her throat.

"Your majesty, it is simply not acceptable that you leave the household for such a long time without anyone's knowing. You have no idea how much it delayed our schedule," she said with a stern voice.

Madeline scoffed, "I'm sure it wasn't as huge of a problem as you make it sound. Besides, I hadn't left the castle. Is it really that hard for the castle to function for at most an hour without me?"

By this time, the two women had started walking, Madeline walking ahead of Rakepick. The latter frowned at the young queen's disregard and sped up her steps to walk beside Madeline, who pretended as if she wasn't annoyed by the women.

"Your majesty, I do hope you remember that you have a meeting with the prime minister in an hour," Rakepick reminded Madeline. She smirked internally knowing full well that the queen had been too busy in her musings to actually remember the meeting.

Not that she cared about her mental state anyway. She only bothered about getting the work done.

Shit, Madeline thought to herself, why does she always end up forgetting meetings? But she didn't show it. As they walked into the main corridor, Madeline sped up her pace and turned to go to the breakfast hall. Before going inside, she turned to speak to Rakepick.

"I think, as the monarch, I'm quite aware of my duties. But I appreciate you reminding me of them," Madeline pressed her lips into a thin smile before heading inside.

"Absolutely ma'am, after all, it is my duty," Rakepick commented, knowing she had irked Madeline. She smirked and left to prepare her files at her office.

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After a hurried breakfast, Madeline was quickly escorted to the study room, where the Prime minister was waiting. She entered the Drawing room, where she saw the Prime Minister sitting with her pet dog, Almond. He was happily lying on the sofa next to Mr Richardson, getting belly rubs from the latter.

When he heard the sound of Madeline's heels clicking on the floor, the dog turned around and looked up at Madeline, launching off the sofa. Madeline laughed as Almond snuggled against her leg. She smiled and ushered him out of the room.

"Good morning, Your Majesty", the Prime Minister, Mr Richardson, said as he got up.

"Good morning, Mr Richardson. I'm sorry for the delay, I was a bit busy earlier", Madeline lied through her teeth and sat down on the single sofa opposite the prime minister, "Now, how about we begin where we left off?"

The prime minister gave a curt nod and brought out a file full of newspaper articles and certain documents passed by the parliament that needed the approval of the Monarch.

The morning passed almost instantly with the discussions of economic fluctuations in the market and diplomatic relations with other countries. While Madeline understood a little of everything, certain aspects of economic disparities and political decisions confounded her.

And she hated it.

She drifted off into her thoughts as Mr Richardson continued talking about financial issues. It annoyed her when she was not sure about all the subjects of discussion. While Mr Richardson had helped her a lot to understand many subjects, Madeline felt it was her duty, as monarch, to be aware of all of the aspects of the political, economic and cultural situations that affected the country, her country.

She was brought out of her thoughts when Mr Richardson closed shut his binder full of documents and pushed it forward to Madeline.

"That's all we have to discuss today. These are the papers that need signing, ma'am", Mr Richardson said.

Madeline smiled and got up from her sofa along with Mr Richardson. She extended her hand towards the older man. He smiled and shook her hand before collecting his files.

"I hope to see you at the Prybush ball this weekend then, ma'am", Mr Richardson said as he was heading out. Madeline sucked in a breath with a smile and replied with a curt nod.

"I'm not looking forward too much about the press coverage, but I definitely am looking forward to a nice evening of dancing and music", she chuckled, making Mr Ricahrdson laugh along.

"It's true. Being Prime Minister has been hard work. Every other day I feel like going to a nice country retreat for a holiday! I can't imagine how hard it is for you, ma'am!"

"Yeah, it's been harder than I... anticipated", Madeline said quietly.

"I'm sure you will do alright", Mr Richardson rubbed the back of her affectionately as he held it in his own. He then bowed before her and left the room.

Madeline left the room with her equerry closely following behind. She went back to her study room with the stack of documents. She sat down behind her desk and started studying them closely. The more she sifted through them, the more she started to get confused.

Prolonged and complex words and sentences all firmed a tangled web of confusion in her head. Madeline groaned and fell back on her chair with a sigh.

It was only the first document.

Having no other choice, Madeline went to the library, followed by her butler. Both of them brought back a stack of dictionaries to her study room. Madeline skimmed the first document, letting the stack of books fall with a dull thump on her desk. She marked some of the complicated terms with a pencil and searched the dictionary for their meanings, eventually piecing together the meaning of the statements.

Even though it took a long time, Madeline eventually finished signing and reading all the documents, although it took her 5 hours to do so. She sighed and fell back against her chair, rubbing her eyes. Suddenly there was a knock.

"Come in," Madeline said. the door opened and Rowan entered the room, making Madeline smile a little.

"Long day?" Rowan asked as Madeline nodded.

"I think I need thirty hours a day now. Half the time I know nothing about what the documents are talking about. They all seem like Hebrew to me", Madeline groaned.

"Hmm. All could be resolved if you could've had a tutor though", Rowan half joked as she sat opposite Madeline.

"Yeah", Madeline muttered, dismissing the thought as a joke.

But the more she thought about it as she and Rowan sat in silence, the thought started to make sense.

A tutor! Why hadn't she thought of this before?!

"You know you're a genius, Rowan", Madeline said, getting up abruptly from her chair and standing beside her friend.

"Uhm, Thank you?" Rowan answered unsurely.

"We should hire a tutor! It would be a great help. They could teach me everything and I'm sure no one could refuse the offer of the Queen of the country.

"You're right. I am a genius!" Rowan exclaimed, agreeing with Madeline's idea.

"But Madam Rakepick would never agree to this", Rowan said, her excitement dying.

"Who says she has to know?" Madeline smirked, "While I'm slowly growing to...trust her possibly, at the end of the day, it is my decision about who gets to know what."

"So, Ro, could you please possibly hire someone appropriate?" Madeline pleaded.

"But... Madie... you know this is very risky..." Rowan tried to refuse. But Madeline's puppy dog eyes finally made her agree.

"Fine", Rowan said, a slight smile creeping up her face as she got up to leave.

"Oh, Rowan", Madeline interrupted before her she could leave, "make sure the tutor isn't too old and grumpy and has a sense of humour at least."

"Go it!" Rowan put her thumbs up and left the room as Madeline started to put aside her documents and get ready for a much-needed hearty dinner.

---

It had been a couple days since that conversation. Madeline waited nervously in one of the many palace living rooms, shaking her leg impatiently. Just as Rowan had promised her, she had contacted multiple tutors who were more than willing to help the Queen.

Needless to say, most of them were grouchy-aged men. But with some scouring, Rowan had found a professor at the Royal Oakland University willing to tutor the young queen.

But when Madeline had asked Rowan about the professor, she had refused to tell her more about him, except that he was the same age as her and taught Law and Political Science.

Today Rowan had arranged for him to meet with Madeline hence her being nervous. But she didn't need to wait much. Within a couple minutes of her wait, her equerry pushed open the door and informed her that a "Mister Weasley" was waiting for her. Madeline let out a breath she wasn't aware she had been holding and asked him to escort the latter in. Within a couple minutes, Madeline's equerry returned, followed closely by a young man.

The first thing Madeline noticed about him was the fiery red and unruly curls that framed his face. His honey-coloured eyes were warm and friendly with a hint of mischievousness. His smile was honest and charming. All of these features were unfamiliar to Madeline and she was intrigued by them. She had never seen such comfortable and kind eyes save for Rowan and Penny.

Madeline felt her lips tug to form a smile and extended her hand to shake his. He gladly shook her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr Weasley-"

"Charlie is fine, Your Majesty. Charlie Weasley," Charles Weasley said with a smile as he bowed, although awkwardly.

"It's quite alright, Mr Weasley. There's no need for that. And call me Madeline", Madeline said with a chuckle when she noticed that the man clearly didn't know how to properly bow.

"Please take a seat", Madeline said, sitting on the sofa. Charlie sat opposite her, putting aside his leather rucksack.

"Before we begin, I saw these and thought it would be a nice gift for you", Charlie said, bringing out a small chaplet of White Lilies and White Roses.

"Oh, thank you", Madeline said with a smile, pleasantly surprised. She got up and put the flowers in an empty vase.

Once she returned to her seat, she asked Charlie, "Now, where do we begin?"

"Perhaps you can begin with your problems. Which areas do you face issues in?" Charlie suggested. He brought out a notebook and looked expectantly at Madeline.

"Well... where to begin?" Madeline started with a nervous chuckle, "When I enter a room full of ministers and highly educated dignitaries, it feels like I know nothing. Even though I'm of a higher rank, I can't even hold a decent conversation with them about politics or culture or administration, things that I'm expected to know in detail. So if you ask me, I barely know anything."

Charlie frowned a little and put aside his notebook at Madeline's answer.

"Do you know what educational qualifications you have?" he asked.

"As in?" Madeline asked, confused.

"As in, what level of education have you completed? Like junior level, secondary level or senior secondary level? Maybe any equivalent?" Charlie asked.

Madeline felt embarrassed. She understood that these were basic educational qualifications that any person, especially someone holding such a high office, should have. But she shook her head, denying that she had any formal education throughout her entire life.

Charlie nodded carefully. There was a moment of silence between the two as Charlie thought to himself.

"Well, let's start from the beginning then, with political science", Charlie said with a smile as he brought out a thick book from his rucksack. He placed it in front of Madeline and opened up the first chapter.

Madeline was a bit taken aback. She had expected him to judge her or pity her. But all she saw in his face was an eagerness to teach and a friendly smile. Madeline felt herself start to feel comfortable in his presence. Something about his friendliness and warm smile made her feel relaxed. She listened intently to his lesson, noting some of the main points in a notebook.

Charlie was undeniably a good professor. He made the dull lesson enjoyable with occasional jokes and fascinating stories. Madeline was in awe of the complex and intricate world of politics that she had never been able to understand completely, which started to become more and more familiar to her.

Unfortunately, Charlie had to leave to attend a seminar at the university. Madeline got up along with him as he gathered his belongings.

"Uhm, before you leave", Madeline interrupted Charlie just as he was about to walk away. He turned to face her as she continued.

"I wanted to thank you for agreeing to tutor me. I know it was a bit odd but I found myself enjoying your class very much so thank you", Madeline said with a smile, "I hope we can meet again for our classes?"

"With pleasure Madeline," Charlie said with a charming smile, "I hope we can be friends, more than just being teacher and student."

"I would bet on it", Madeline said, making Charlie chuckle.

"Also, Uhm, could this and the future meeting stay a secret?" Madeline said. Charlie signed, zipping his mouth shut. Madeline laughed a little. The two walked to the door, after which Charlie left with a last smile.

After Charlie left, Madeline felt a sense of excitement for their next meeting, which left a permanent smile on her face for the rest of the day.

---

It was the evening before the Ball at Prybush, the Capital city. It was Madeline's first public Ball which would undeniably be covered extensively by the media.

Madeline was busy practising her speech for the opening of the Ball while Penny helped her dress, so she could charm the crowds. After she helped Madeline get into a chemise and an underskirt, Penny left to find a dress from the selection provided by some designers.

"Which one do you think we should go with?" she asked Madeline, holding up a sleek wine-coloured dress in one hand and a light pink A-line gown in another.

"Uhm... the pink...maybe?" Madeline said unsurely and quickly returned to murmuring the speech under her breath.

Penny sighed exasperatedly and went back to looking through the gowns again. She audibly gasped with delight when she saw a pink floral gown with off-shoulder bell sleeves. It was simple yet romantic, just what the ball needed.

With the dress and a pair of matching flowery gloves in hand, Penny came back, only to see Madeline pacing around in her room, busy memorising the speech. Shaking her head, she approached the young queen and took the sheet of paper from her hand eliciting a groan from the latter.

"You won't be getting that back from me now", Penny said with a mischievous smirk, "Come now, into the dress you get."

After a moment of annoyance from Madeline and some struggling, Madeline finally got the dress on. Penny pushed her in front of the mirror, forcing her to look at herself as she did her hair.

It was gorgeous. She looked gorgeous.

Madeline looked different. The dress was not something she would have picked for herself. It was unlike the darker colours that she usually wore. It added a certain softness to her features which was complimented by the soft smile which had crept onto her face.

"I would say I've outdone myself this time," Penny smiled proudly as she to looked at Madeline's reflection with a proud smile.

"I second that," Madeline said with a chuckle.

Penny then put a dainty diamond chain necklace and matching earrings on Madeline. She then sat Madeline down in front of the vanity. She handed her the gloves eliciting a groan of annoyance from the latter.

"Do I have to put these on? You know how feel about gloves," Madeline protested.

"I do, but it is the protocol that you wear gloves during evening balls," Penny said as she did Madeline's makeup.

"I know, I know. It's just... they're itchy and annoying. And they make me feel more upper class than I'd like to admit," Madeline muttered with annoyance. She begrudgingly put on the gloves as Penny tutted and continued to put on Madeline's makeup.

After a couple minutes, Madeline was ready to go to the ball. She walked down the grand stairs to the entrance of the Palace. There she was met by the ever-serious Mdam Rakepick. They both got into the black cars and set off for the city.

It was only a few minutes until they reached the City Hall. The moment Madeline stepped out of the car, she plastered a smile on her face and turned to face the cameras and media.

For a moment, she was blinded by the constant camera flashes. But after a second to adjust, she focused her eyes on the crowd and waved at them. The throng of journalists and paparazzi cheered for the young queen, boosting her confidence.

She waved one last time at the people before climbing up the stairs and into the City Hall. On entering the hall, she was greeted by the sweet yet intoxicating smell of champagne as the soft ballroom music flowed freely.

The guests inside stood when Madeline walked in. Everyone smiled in awe at the young queen and clapped at her entrance, making Madeline smile too. The Prime Minister, his wife and the Mayor and his wife stood up to greet her.

"Your majesty", The prime minister said with a bow. Madeline smiled and nodded her head curtly in a reply

"Your majesty, it truly is an honour to have you here," the mayor greeted Madeline after the Prime Minister stepped aside.

"It is me who is honoured, Mister Mayor," Madeline said, smiling politely. The mayor bowed and offered his arm for her to take. Madeline accepted and linked her elbow with his. They both walked to the centre of the hall. Everyone clapped as the young queen waved at the guests with a wide smile.

A young waiter handed her a glass of champagne for her to toast. Taking the crystal goblet in one hand, she began her speech.

"Mr Mayor, Mr Prime Minister, ladies and gentlemen, it is my pleasure and honour to be a part of this incredible Ball, which has been hosted in honour of a long line of sovereigns. After today, I hope that I do all of the people proud as sovereign of this country. But for now, I hope everyone enjoys themselves tonight," Madeline finished, raising her glass for a toast. The guests all toasted their glasses in unison before returning to chatting or feasting.

Through the next couple minutes, Madeline was greeted by the nobles and dignitaries who were attending the ball. She made polite small talk with all of them under the watchful eye of Rakepick, although she felt bored and out of place in most of those conversations.

Stepping aside after some time, Madeline decided to munch on some of the locally sourced food. While taking a bite of her food, she saw Madam Rakepick approaching from the corner of her eye. She stuffed the last bite of the ceviche into her mouth before walking up to the older woman.

"I hope you're enjoying the party", Madeline remarked, not exactly hoping to get an answer.

"I've never been one to enjoy parties, ma'am," Rakepick scoffed, "to me, it is a waste of time and words, something which we are already in a deficit of."

Madeline pursed her lips and nodded in agreement. "You know," she said, "I don't particularly enjoy these parties and balls either."

Rakepick looked at the young queen from the corner of her eye with a hint of suspicion, not expecting her to agree.

"You don't have to agree with me," she replied emotionlessly, sipping on a glass of champagne.

"I'm not," Madeline replied, "has it occurred to you that we might share the same opinion?"

"... It's not something I expected," Rakepick replied briefly, "but I suppose it is a possibility."

"Look, Madam Rakepick, I know you aren't quite as friendly with me. But I do expect us to at least get along," Madeline sighed, frowning.

Rakepick remained expressionless for a second. Then she nodded, with what appeared to be a small smile.

"I too hope that we can eventually form a friendship, ma'am," She replied, shocking Madeline a little, but she smiled in reply.

"I hope you enjoy this event, ma'am," the auburn-haired lady said before curtsying and leaving Madeline to continue to mingle with the guests

While conversing with some people, she noticed a young man with messy black hair, round glasses and mossy green eyes standing in a corner by himself. Recognising the young noble, she walked towards him, glad to have seen a familiar face. The man noticed the queen approaching him and straightened himself. He bowed before her, making Madeline smile gently.

"Lord Potter, fancy seeing you here," Madeline said, a smirk forming on her face.

"Well, I-I had a free evening, so I decided to stop by," Harry replied sheepishly.

"It's good to get away from duty for a while, you know. Even if it is only for one evening," Madeline smiled. Harry replied with a nod and the pair turned to look at the crowd.

A peaceful silence fell between the two as people danced the night away. Madeline soon noticed Harry smiling, looking at a young red-haired girl dancing away on her own amongst the people, her smile bright and carefree. Madeline smiled to herself. Then an idea struck her.

"Go talk to her," Madeline encouraged Harry. He looked at her with confusion for a moment before refusing. Seeing that he was too shy to approach her, Madeline grabbed Harry's hand and pulled him to the dance floor, ignoring the younger man's confused reluctance.

"Listen to me, go and ask her to dance with you, Harry," Madeline said almost sternly.

"But-"

"No buts, go ahead! She looks to be free now. Go, will you!" Madeline said, ushering him to the dance floor. Harry sighed and looked at the girl he had been admiring. With one last encouraging smile and nod from Madeline, he left to approach her.

From a distance, Madeline saw Harry approach the girl shyly and ask her to dance, to which she happily agreed. She smiled to herself, satisfied, as she saw them dancing away, dreamy smiles on their faces.

"Young love's always adorable, isn't it?" Madeline turned around and saw the warm and friendly hazel eyes with which she had first familiarized herself a few days back.

"Professor Weasley? I wasn't expecting to see you here," Madeline said with a surprised look.

"Please don't call me that, makes me sound ancient," Charlie said, feigning annoyance.

"Then I shall make it my ultimate mission to call you that always," Madeline joked, making Charlie and her laugh.

"You still haven't answered my question though," Madeline pointed after they both recovered from their fit of laughter.

"I actually came along with my family. That's my sister dancing with the young lad," Charlie pointed at the red-haired girl chatting with Harry. He then pointed her to his family who were standing amongst the crowd. From there she noticed Bill Weasley too standing with them.

"Oh, so Bill Weasley is your brother," Madeline remarked with a smirk, "didn't he ever mention meeting me?"

"Actually, he did, but I guess I never knew which "Madeline" he was talking about. He said her identity was a secret," Charlie remarked.

"All good things said, I hope?" Madeline quirked a brow at him.

"Only the best, Madeline," Charlie replied with a playful grin.

The pair continued to watch the crowd of dancers at the ball. Suddenly, the music changed from the merry tune being played earlier to a more slowed and romantic waltz. Many couples started to dance to romantic music.

"Dance with me?" Charlie suddenly asked Madeline, a lopsided grin gracing his face.

Madeline smiled to herself and replied, "With pleasure," as she accepted his hand and let him lead her to the dance floor.

Charlie looked at Madeline for a split second, silently asking permission as his hand hovered beside her waist, to which Madeline nodded and placed her hand on his shoulder as he gently placed his on her waist. Taking his hand in hers, the pair spun in circles, shuffling their feet to the slow, rhythmic music. As she sensed herself getting lost in the rhythm, Madeline's chocolate brown eyes connected with Charlie's hazel eyes, a mix of warm honey and cinnamon with a hint of grassy green.

"So, how did you enjoy our first lesson?" Charlie asked, breaking the silence, a hint of nervousness evident in his voice.

"I actually loved it! It was brilliant learning about this subject from you. I hope we can do it again," Madeline replied with a smile, making Charlie let out a breath he unconsciously held onto and smile. Charlie then spun Madeline in his arms, almost making her trip, but he quickly helped steady her. The two went back to swaying casually to the beat.

"I'm glad you did, cus I did too. I'm looking forward to doing it again... this Thursday maybe?"

"It's settled then. I'll meet you this Thursday." Madeline smiled, "I'm actually surprised you liked teaching me," Charlie frowned with confusion at Madeline, the song playing in the background long forgotten by them.

"I mean... I know nothing, and you know so much. All I do is cut ribbons, smile agreeably and wave at people. My life is defined by what dresses I wear and whom I smile at, while yours is represented by the vast world of this incredible and convoluted subject" Madeline heaved a sigh, her emotions unclear from her expression.

"Hey, give yourself some credit," Charlie said softly. He slowly moved his body closer to her and continued, "What you do is something very few can do. It's admirable how you keep yourself so composed after all you've already been through. So I disagree about you being bland because you are one of the most fascinating people I have ever met in my life." Charlie replied with firmness and confidence.

Madeline felt blood rush to her cheeks and a smile form on her lips at Charlie's words. It was true that she barely gave herself any credit for what she did. But hearing Charlie's words solidified how little she gave herself credit for. Yet his words provided her comfort and faith about her work, a compliment, something that anyone rarely told her, let alone actually mean it.

"Thank you for that, Charlie," Madeline replied softly.

"I consider it my priority, my Queen," Charlie winked at Madeline with a playful smirk making Madeline chuckle and shake her head dismissively.

Suddenly, the music changed to a classic Mozart piece, one of Madeline's favourites. The melody was gentle yet romantic, making one lose a sense of reality.

Madeline and Charlie continued to dance the night away in their careless dances. They weren't sure what style of dance they were doing. Between Madeline tripping constantly and Charlie almost confusing the right from the left, it was an absolute mess. But they didn't care. It was the company that mattered. They spent the rest of the evening laughing at random jokes and talking about their lives. It was as if they'd known each other for years. It was a magical night for the start of a new friendship.

And maybe something more.

[tealenko]

mShenko appreciation post...

So... I usually (ejem... better said always, if I'm being honest XD) choose femShep in Mass Effect.

Long story short, I like to play characters in my own gender... Kinda helps a lot with the immersion, despite the fact that I look nothing like my main Shep. And, in the wise words of my brother: "If I'm gonna have to stare at an ass for hours of gameplay, I prefer it to be a woman's ass" (Nothing against men ass' on my part though... I mean, I'm a Kaidan stan 😳😳😳 but I'm week when it comes to females curves ehehehehehe sue me XD)

Anyways... Butt thing aside, I always play femShep. And the same femShep, Mio Shepard. Because I got the fanfic writer disease back when I was like 13 years old and I haven't found the cure yet, so... All I play, write and draw (because I didn't have enough obsessions already lol) related to the main ME trilogy is about my main shep and Kaidan.

I swear I'm about to make my point, stay with me for a little longer XD

Thing is, with the launch of MELE, I decided to see the mShenko romance for the first time (yep, first time... I imagine you can already tell, but I'm that kind of person that once she likes a game, she plays it a 1000 times but always in the exact same way and making the same choices in every single run).

So here we are, a year later, and here's the post about it 😅😅😅

As I told you before, I tend to focus on fShenko. I love the Shenko fandom as a whole, but from what I've seen and from the people I follow, fShenko is in need of more help, support and content than mShenko (I may be wrong here... but the moment your femshep likes dudes people tends to scream at you why you shouldn't be with Kaidan and my mission in life is to always be there to reply that idgaf about how many aliens they think I should bang XD)

Said all that, mShenko.

It's fucking awesome.

Period.

Like... Truly amazing.

Mesmerizing.

(sorry... I had to XD)

I may be biased here, because Kaidan's arc with his sexuality is very similar to my own, but, the whole "At the end of the day, I'd love you no matter what gender you were" is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my whole life.

I was also very surprised by the amount of differences there were between both romances... Both of them top tier. And, against all my expectations, I can comfortably say that they are equally good. So if you love Kaidan and you've only seen one side, I really recommend you to check the other (learn from my mistakes ehehehehe although I think I've enjoyed mShenko 10 times more than I would have before making a few discoveries about myself... so I'm kinda happy it took me so long. Now it feels more special to me <;3)

fShenko has all the young, pure~ish, forbidden, cute and heart-racing vibes in ME1 *chef's kiss* and then (after a bit of angst) you have the mature, long-lasting, I'd die for you romance that we all deserve.

mShenko, on the other hand, is more Kaidan focused in my opinion, which I truly like, and his realization of what is love (🎵) and what Shepard really means for him, which I find extremely cute and beautiful.

And I'll admit, I'm the first to complain about Bioware (perks of being a forever resident of the shenko vortex) but I have to congratulate them on the way they wrote mShenko in ME3.

I really thought it would be ultra cringy and forced, because that kind of evolution is not the easiest to write, but I was sooooooo wrong and I'm sooooooo glad that I was. So yay~ to Bioware on this one!

So, yup... I wanted to do a quick post and here we are now, an hour later ehehehehehe 😅😅

Anyways, and to wrap this up, just sharing an opinion (or ten) here... I was just thinking about it today and I felt like writing a post about it (there's always room for more Kaidan appreciation posts <3).

If you ever wanna talk with me about our beautiful canadian marshmallow pm me, tag me, etc. If you respectfully disagree, feel free to tell me how you feel about all of this in a comment. And if you disrespectfully disagree (I don't think that's a term that exists but I'm gonna use it anyways XD) feel free to ignore me and go on with your life, it's not that difficult.

That's all, I think...

Hope you have a lovely day/night.

Imma go to bed and read some fanfics before I fall asleep.

bye bye!!

~~tea

[harryfeatgaga]

watching dwd with harry and you're looking at him very disrespectfully the whole time 😋 finally he looks over and laughs at how you're staring and he says "yes?" and you pause the movie, then shift a little closer so you can straddle his lap and say "you're mine... you know that right? all mine" and he smiles, gripping your hips and murmuring "all yours"

NOOOOOOONONONOOONONONO STOPPOTIJFIHUJHGHUJNHGHUJDJNHUDJHUJIK

[xoteajays]

I know that I never hit you hard enough for you to forget how to count now.. I know that for a fact. So you can't actually blame that on me.

So how is the show? What do you think of the show now? Tell me! I'm wanting to know. I have questions. So tell me what you think about it.

~

Exactly! That seemed out of character for the Mighty Warriors. And.. I know. That could've just been aesthetic for the music video. But if it's supposed to be an epilogue where Warriors do become Kuryu, then it confuses me that you would give them any weapons though. Like the old Kuryu, like Ryu, uses weapons. But none of the Warriors ever did.

And don't get me wrong. An attractive man in a suit is attractive... But they've never worn suits before with the exception of Ryu. Ryu's style was always more 'professional' compared to the style any Warriors do wear, and he always only ever wore black clothes. Nothing that was in a flashy vibrant style like everyone else in Warriors, mainly streetwear clothes rather than suits. With colors. The complete opposite to Ryu.

If Ryu's the new leader of Kuryu, I don't see him backing down from a fight with anyone.. Especially not from any 'street trash' like the Rude Boys. He'd rather die than not kill them if given the chance to. And so many characters like Nikaido are completely bitches who can't fight.

~

Strawberry Girls are stupid! If the girls do not know basic information about men, their personalities, their styles, or anything. Then this just so happens to be why they're single. Because they're so stupid to me.

The only way that Rocky could prevent Kizzy from cutting off his limb would be because women wouldn't want to be around a man, without his limbs. That's the only reason why they never cut off his hands too.

And they make sure there is always duplicate keys around just in case the situation calls for it. Because that would be bad if you lost the key at all. So the senior Rascals always have a key for this whole situation.

I don't know how insane Kato might be. And we know that Sakyo and Ukyo might be insane in a violent way, to some extent, but never on a same level as Hyuga is. And if they know how insane Hyuga is.. Now I am actually imagining how the Daruma newbies find out that Hyuga's family was one of the original families in Kuryu. How'd they act then.

~

So I might've figured out the fucking recipes for the cocktails that are in Club Heaven! And we were both right too.. Seriously. That's not any joke either. The menu I sent you from the High&Low festivals, back in the time when people celebrated the franchise for coming out then.

It lists the flavor for the White Rascals as a calpico. So I've researched calpico... A milky type of drink that comes in five flavors - the original, lychee, white peach, strawberry and mango flavors. And even certain flavors like original, lychee and peach are white colored. Strawberry is pink colored. And mango is orange colored. So now, I'm imaging their signature drink would be with the calpico as the very main ingredient.

They would use every flavor. But original, lychee and white peach end up being the main flavors.. Because white colors for White Rascals.

And! Despite calpico not being an alcoholic drink, that is frequently in alcoholic drinks in Asian (especially Japan). But, of course, one of the liqueurs that mix it with is vodka. And if you do look up some of those drinks.. Those drinks look like the Rascals drinks in different glasses.

~

So apparently some of my bands updated their appearances for their new albums. Apparently I can't look at pretty Asian men respectfully... My staring is somewhere in between respectfully and disrespectfully.

~

You said fifth time? Definitely more than five characters for me.

The only exception to a mafioso who wasn't abused might have really been Vincenzo. Like.. I'm not saying his past wasn't said. But he never was abused by his father. That's all I will say about his character.

Like the Shelby family (from Peaky Blinders) came from very abusive families. Rocky counts.. If though Rocky isn't technically a mafioso in the traditional sense. He's a gang leader who had an abusive father so that led to his mother and sister committing suicide. And others too.

Obviously. I know. Criminals become criminals because of the past in their lives.. But still though. Have criminals come from normal pasts - in the same way criminals also come from abusive pasts too. Do both equally. Because having an unsuspecting antagonist is so interesting. But, then again, you just might not emphasize with any of them then.

it’s so long! it’s like watching a movie every episode. i’m still neither here or there on it, but i do like vincenzo himself as a character. also i thought the flick scene was cute, stealing that idea for my daydreaming.

~

it kinda sucks to slip the warriors into kuryu aesthetics because it was interesting to have ryu among the warriors because he was so un-warrior-ish. he’s like, a rich kid! he wears fancy clothes! ans uses weapons! he’s the literal black sheep in the warriors. so he stands out when with the warriors. but then they crammed the warriors all into the kuryu fashion and it’s. wrong.

put the warriors back in their colours! and their cool streetwear! ryu can be the one in his fancy high fashion clothes. it’s about the duality!

i think it’d embarrass ryu to be beaten by the rude boys. so it should absolutely happen. one of the rude boys deserves to knock him on his ass.

~

i’m imagining rocky just trying to convince one of the golden bomber/smg guys to give him the spare key and kizzy being there like ‘don’t you dare give him the key’ because she’s trying to get something from him while he’s trapped. on one hand, rocky’s his boss. on the other, kizzy will make his life hell for defying her. lose lose situation.

~

oh! calpico! i’ve had calpico before. i could see that being made into an alcoholic drink. looks there are a lot of ones online, ones with like gin, vodka or sake. idk what alcohols are popular in japan.

i think i’d prefer the strawberry flavour tbh, even tho it’s not white. i’m not a big fan of lychee, i don’t mind peach tho.

~

it’s definitely a favourite backstory for writing characters you need to feel some kind of empathy for. like time to make you feel bad for this character! flip a coin, is it going to be abuse or dead family?

gotta find some new material for sad backstories.

[kirklandsheartsecrets]

hey! i just found your blog and i really like your writing! could i request the brothers having a bad day and starting a fight with their s/o because of their bad mood? maybe they even made s/o cry? but, pretty please with a happy ending/reconcilation? thank you so much and i hope you have a wonderful day!!

thank youuuu 🥰

i Hope you like it!

uk brothers || bad day, bad mood fights || headcanons

Northern Ireland

at the bus stop with you he was visibly irritated, upset with something.

The unusual frown on his face he worn staring at the time boards and the glares he was giving whilst looking at the other people waiting at the bus stop 😒

You poked his arm, trying to reason his attitude, whispering

"why are you glaring at them—"

He simply stopped staring at people, just looking straight in front of him

You tried to hold his hand in the bus and he just put closed his arms over his chest

You thought he was just tired so you said nothing

When you arrived at your stop he walked out like a madman

a woman in the bus told him to smile more

He just looked at her up and down disrespectfully 

He was probably ready to spat back something

You did hit his arm so he would calm down

Back home he just locked himself in the bedroom 

You came two times to check up on him

Second time he groaned and scold you to stop bothering him

You got mad

"Then alright, forget me for tonight" you slammed the door of the bedroom leaving

Immediate regrets

You called Ireland to pick you up so you wouldn’t spend the night around north’s current toxic behavior 

North was hella worried

england

you two went shopping for groceries 

arthur was weirdly silent

His face was suspiciously neutral

One minute inside the mall he started sighing all the time

He did not bother to make silent or

Big sighs while he is leaning tiredly over the cart

You were asking what kind of bread you should get because of his brother’s different tastes and—

"It doesn’t matter"

and he slightly pushed the cart away walking in the other direction 🚶 

At first you were ??? But rapidly you got mad because of his constant attitude

" What’s with this behavior ? If you didn’t want to come you should’ve just stayed at home "

He kept walking away 

You took your cart and kept on your shopping

If he wants to act like a teenager it’s not your problem, he’ll come back to the car after

When he came back to the car

" are you done with your fuss ?"

He was silent the whole ride

Scotland reasoned him out at diner for being disrespectful 

Ireland

You received your sons report card from school

Ire, has been having a bad week overall and kind of neglected his son studies

He just overlooks it and trusts him blindly

You read the report card, the comments getting worse every line.

"Come here [sons name]"

The 15 year old walked in the living room, visibly obvious to what was gonna happen to him

Ire was just having a shot, « because he had a bad day »

Your ironically say

"Are you having a good time at school ?, or should I say the holiday camp activities ?! Because from this report card I don’t really know where you go in the mornings—"

Ireland groaned at you, defending I directly the teen.

" You’re the one who drops him at school everyday— do you even know if he goes ?" You point to the hours of missed class on the report card 

Ireland sighs taking it and rips it 

"Enough— I’m too tired for this, don’t bother him more it’s his problem—" he said walking out 

Your son was just standing there 🧍‍♂️

When Ireland came back and found you asleep tears over your face he felt awful

You were just trying your best for your son and he was not doing much in return

he felt bad for complaining and acting this way so easily whilst you were also just as busy and tired and yet took the time for your son 

Wales

when he tried to park the car underground  and didn’t see the damn metal tube against the wall

Yeah the rear window

Suddenly crumbled entirely into small broken circles

His day was already shit enough

That damn broken rear window was too much 

He literally put his head over the wheel and screamed

"Honey it’s f—"

"NO IT’S NOT FINE NOTHING IS FINE"

You just turned back to your front, silently

The way he just screamed back at you broke you inside

Slowly you shook your head, the tears falling off slowly

Dylan had the time to go out check the damage back and forth and get back in 

You looked away the tears falling off from your face

When he got back in he was panting because of the screaming he was doing outside because of the car

When he finally calmed down he hugged you tightly

Patting your back again and again

Whispers non stop "sorry my love"

Scotland

"You didn’t put enough irn bru into the  dish"

"Alistair— I put as usual one cup."

"You didn’ . It doesn’t taste like i’ "

He sighed, forcing in to eat.

He looked at the dish like you were lying

"You don’t have to be rude about it Al."

His tone grew louder, "I am not rude about i’ "

"You are"

He stood up, slammed his hands over the table

Took his unfinished plate and threw the food in the trash 🗑 

You did flinched when he slammed the table, not expecting it

But the little act he was doing with throwing the food after barely eating left you speechless

He was the one complaining about being hungry and too exhausted to cook 

He wanted to eat something really specific which you helped cook 

Because he was "exhausted"

And now he is throwing it away after you spend a good hour standing up and preparing it

You were the one who should be mad

So you just cried at the table because of the shock

you head was screaming I should be the one mad and yet—

He came back to eat few hours later and you haven’t left the table, you were finishing work eating fruits 

He silently walked to the kitchen looking for left overs

He didn’t found what he needed so he ended up having yoghurt silently in front of you at the table

"I’m sorry"

"Next time you’ll cook it by yourself."

Tried to hug you after for so long because he is too awkward

[randomwritings29]

Queen

Silence. No sound penetrated the air. Not the squawking of the birds in the gloomy hazelwood forest, not the barking of the dogs in the stable, not a creak from the old, rusty furniture, not even a whisper. They all seemed to stop when she looked at him.  

Sitting in a gaudy golden frame, almost taking up the entire wall, he stared at her. Broad shoulders standing upright, a black beard covered with spots of grey, a suit with not a single wrinkle that was more expensive that a house and eyes the color of the glimmering ocean on a sunny day that mirrored her own, he looked as though he was alive.  

Engraved at the bottom in large, bold letters was: ‘HIS ROYAL HIGHNESS, KING HENRY II’, followed by the various titles that had been bestowed upon him, not by arduous work, but by lineage and the blood flowing through his veins. 

She could almost hear his complaint at her standing so disrespectfully in front of him. As though looking in someone’s eyes as they talked was disrespectful. There was little that she, or anyone really, could do that would please him. He looked for faults like a lion looking for deer. There was only one person who he could not find any faults with: himself.  

She scoffed. That man had more faults than the whole country combined. Short-tempered, stubborn, grumpy, pessimistic, the list was endless. But to himself? He was the epitome of perfection.  

Would he have been different if he had not been born as the only prince to two desperate parents? If he had not had nannies and butlers and servants telling him he was destined for greatness? If he had been forced to struggle to win the attention and appreciation of those around him? 

Perhaps. But it was not to be. He had grown up into a narcissistic tyrant who cared more if his supper had seven courses than if his people had enough bread to last through the month.  

Sighing, she closed her eyes. He had not always been this bad. She remembered him playing with her dolls so she would feel less lonely, him offering her his cheesecake because he knew she loved them, him grabbing and yanking her hair when they got into a petty squabble, him ordering her around like an older sibling would. Those memories had been buried an ocean away, in a distant land, forgotten and uncared for.  

As time passed on and leaves turned from green to yellow to orange to green, he had forgotten who she was. They all had. To him, his friends, their parents, the nobles, she was nothing. A blot of ink to be erased that had existed for no useful purpose.

They had looked at her but never seen her. Never seen the fire that burned in her eyes. If they had, maybe things would have turned out differently. Now, she was everything and they, they were nothing.  

She moved to the table where he had sat and made his preposterous demands. Once littered with papers, now all that remained was his quill. His favorite quill. She had given it to him for his 10th birthday, but he remembered it as a gift from some pretty princess from a faraway nation. The nib had drops of red falling down from it. Droplets that also scattered over the center of the table, right in front of his large, royal chair.  

Collapsing into the chair that she had never even been allowed to hover near, she glanced at the circular mirror hanging on the opposite wall. Had he been so obsessed with himself that he needed to see himself relaxing in his precious chair? She would not be surprised if he had.  

Staring at her from the mirror was a face of joy. A face that had once been pale and eyes that had once filled with sadness. The same eyes stared back at her now, as she tilted her head, except with happiness and elation. She smiled. He was gone. They were gone. There was no point in wasting precious seconds of her life on those fools. They had gotten what was coming to them. And she had too.  

Sounds of movement, of laughter, of speech reached her ear from the corridor, returning after having disappeared during his reign.  

Appearing at the door, a young man said ‘How are you feeling, your highness? Everyone in the castle is celebrating. They are asking for you. A speech and toast, I believe is to be expected.’ 

‘Is it? How nice. Keep the entertainment high tonight. You can raid that man’s private dispensary for the drinks. No need to settle for anything cheap’ she replied.  

‘Of course, your highness. This is a night of celebration. Do you need anything before I leave?’ 

Getting up, she asked ‘Do you see that painting on the wall of the former king?’ 

‘Yes, your highness’ 

‘Burn it.’ 

‘Of course, your highness. I’ll call Brutus and Carles’ 

‘Thank you, Stefan.’ 

The door shut behind him. 

She laughed. And laughed. And laughed.  

They had all ignored her. Treated her like garbage. But they had all begged like the beggars they had compared her to, when she came for them. And none more strongly than that man in that ridiculous painting. 

How things change! 

They had tried to erase her, so she erased them instead. And now, she would rule. As Queen. She would expand this empire, making it the most powerful ever to be seen.  

They would remember her name for eons to come: ATHENA.  

[sydorax-squid]

Atypical Vampire

  Stuggy stared at the words on the old, worn pages of the forbidden book. He mouthed out the word that had so thoroughly terrified him; “vampire”. He shuddered, the thought of an undead man drinking the blood of the living was abhorrent to him. Stuggy’s little body stiffened at the sound of movement approaching, the attic steps creaking. He quietly slammed the ancient book closed, shunted it deep beneath a pile of old clothes and dust. Scrambling into a proper playing position, he retrieved his discarded action figures and made pretend to be deep in a battle of wits. 

  “Stanford?” Aunty T called out, the top of her dull grey beehive-hair peeking up into the attic. Her narrow eyes followed, clad in large gaudy glasses on a decorative string to keep her from loosing them. “Stanford? Are you up here again?”

  “Yes, Aunty,” he replied, turning himself around to more properly face her. “I needed someplace dark to play Vietnam.”

  “Vietnam is a jungle, sweetheart.” She gestured at the cluttered, dusty attic. “This is more like Egypt at night.” Stuggy laughed at her joke. 

  “Is it dinner already?” he asked, checking his hand-me-down orange watch. 

  “Just about, but I need you to go invite the neighbors over.”

  “Again?” Stuggy asked, dramatically rolling his eyes so hard that it rolled his whole head. “Why do we have to sup with them so much?”

  “Because it’s the Christian thing to do, Stanford.” Aunty T waggled her finger at the boy. “You be nice to Camilla, got it? Or you're in for a beating.” Stuggy’s skin crawled with invisible ants at the promise of a thrashing. Aunty, despite her age and apparent fragility, had a truly vicious arm.

  “Yuck,” Stuggy muttered, setting down his toys and standing, brushing off the dust and cobwebs from his clothes. Aunty was already gone, presumably back to the kitchen to put the finishing touches on the food. Uncle Tom would be home soon, too. Always home in time for supper, no exception. Stuggy sighed with the heavy weight of a youth troubled yet again by a mediocre chore. 

  “Oh, well.” He shrugged, running to launch himself down the attic steps, halting just at the top, remembering that his Aunty was indeed home. He made a note to do it later. Stuggy hopped down the stairs two at a time, rounding the hallway to the next staircase, repeating this maneuver with childish glee. He ran out the front door and sprinted as hard as he could down the street to the new next-door neighbors. Stuggy jumped up over the three large steps leading to the porch with remarkable grace, landing firmly before the door.

  Stuggy rang the doorbell, silently hoping that the family wasn’t there right then. The yellow door opened. Drat.

  “Oh, hello, Stanford.” The tall lanky woman said quietly, mildly surprised to see the little 9-year-old boy on her doorstep. “Has your Aunty sent you over again?”

  “Aunty T wants to invite you again to have dinner with us.” Stanford reported loudly though flatly, rocking back and forth on his feet with boredom. 

  “Oh, that’s right. She said something about that a few days ago.”

  “Uh-huh.”

  “Let me go get Cam and Jet and we’ll be right over.”

  Oh, grand. Cam is coming. Stuggy grumbled behind his eyes. “Okey-dokey.”

  “Cam! Jet!” the woman shouted into the house, the sudden noise startling the boy nearly off his feet. Stuggy could see Camilla just beyond her mother. He stuck his tongue out at her. She pulled her mouth down with two fingers to reveal her rather nice bottom teeth. Stuggy found himself tonguing his own crooked baby teeth. He hadn’t lost any of the bottom ones yet, a fact he was self-conscious about. Camilla’s Mom ushered her out first while she retrieved the man of the house. 

  “Stumpy,” Camilla greeted him disrespectfully, purposefully mispronouncing his nickname.

  “Freckle-face,” Stuggy parried.

  “Dough-butt.”

  “Thick-head.”

  “Beak-nosed dirt-eater.”

  “Soup-slurper.”

  “Wow, that’s original,” Cam sneered, folding her arms. She was taller than Stuggy, which was irritating as she was the same age as he. Cam had ugly red hair and freckles and her teeth were too straight, except the one she had missing in the front. She was yucky and mean and wore colorful dresses with flowers and patterns and ribbons and frills and other silly things on them. Stuggy had never liked girls that much; except Tabby from school. She was funny, she ate bugs and could throw a wicked curveball and she let Stuggy cheat off her in math. 

  “Not my fault Aunty wants you guys to eat with us,” Stuggy grumbled. “If it were my way, I’d never see you outside school.”

  “Well, at least we can agree on something.”

  “Okay, kids,” Cam’s Mom reappeared in the doorway, accompanied by Jet, Cam’s Dad. “Let’s get going.”

  Stuggy shot off like a starter’s pistol to make it home before Uncle Tom. He didn’t quite make it, reaching the door just as it closed behind his beloved Uncle. 

  “Stuggy!” Uncle Tom exclaimed, turning around at the loud thumping of his nephew’s feet. He held open his big arms and waited while Stuggy launched himself into the air, slamming chest-first into his Uncle’s heavy padding, feeling the thick limbs close around him. “Ohh, look at you! Did you get taller while I was gone?” 

  Stuggy laughed, kicking his feet in the air. Uncle Tom plopped the boy down on the ground as the neighbors arrived at the open door.

  “Oh! Hello, Jet. Yvonne. And little Camilla.” Uncle Tom shook each of their hands. “Welcome back. I assume my lovely wife lured you here with the promise of a pie?”

  Cam’s Dad laughed lightly, falsely. 

  “No, no, nothing like that.”

  Stuggy walked past them to the kitchen to wash his hands. Aunty T was there, finishing up the preparations. 

  “Good boy, Stanford,” she told him, patting his head. “Here, take these rolls out.”

  

  Dinner progressed smoothly. Stuggy and Camilla sat across the table from each other, sparring silently, mouthing insults and glaring whenever the adults weren’t paying attention. 

  “Did you hear about that poor girl down on Sublime Lake Street?” Uncle Tom inquired as dessert was served. 

  “Oh, yeah, the one that saw the monster?” Jet asked back, snickering. “Yeah, I heard about that.”

  “Isn’t that the third one in a month?” Yvonne inquired. 

  “At least, yeah,” Jet said. “Wonder what’s going on.”

  “Probably just some kids playing a bad prank,” Yvonne said dismissively. “Theresa, this pie is wonderful. You’ll have to give me the recipe.”

  “No, please don’t,” Jet said cheerfully. “Yvonne can’t make a pie to save her life!”

  “Jet!” his wife exclaimed. 

  “Nobody’s perfect,” Uncle Tom laughed. 

  Stuggy was licking the memory of the pie off his plate, staring at Camilla as she delicately swirled her fork around in the syrupy residue that remained. She glanced at Stuggy, sneering briskly. 

  “Kids, do you want to go play while we talk?” Aunty T inquired, staring directly at Stuggy. He shrank under her gaze, nodding compliantly. Camilla was likewise coerced, her parents’ eager faces shutting down any opinions to the contrary she might have offered. The two children excused themselves from the room, taking their plates and silverware out to the kitchen to be rinsed. 

  Stuggy had an idea.

  “Hey, Cam,” he said, smiling mischievously. “Wanna see something?”

  “Not really,” Camilla replied with a roll of her eyes. “But my mom and dad really want us to be friends so I guess I gotta at least try.”

  “Cool. Come with me out back.” Stuggy gestured, walking briskly to the back door. He held it open for her, as a gentleman should, and followed her out. The sun had set by then, darkness was closing in on the small town. The back yard was fairly large with a dense forest at the far end. Stuggy knew where all the obstacles were in the yard and graciously guided his guest through them to the very edge of the property.

  “Where are we goin’?” Camilla asked finally. Stuggy stopped at the trees. 

  “My treehouse is over here. See it?” he asked, slipping into the deep shadows of the forest. Camilla, not dressed for nature exploration, stayed behind on the manicured lawn. 

  “No, I don’t see nothin’.”

  “It’s right here. Just follow me.”

  “No, I’m not goin’ in there.”

  “Why? You scared?” Stuggy sneered venomously. Camilla felt a sudden rush of hateful anger flush her face clear to her ears, rendering her flesh and hair the same hue. She stomped her foot in irritation. 

  “I am not scared!” 

  “Chicken.”

  “Am not!”

  “Bawk-bawk-bawk-bawk!” Stuggy mocked her with the sound of a chicken. Even in the dimming light, Stuggy could see the young girl’s rage emanating off her in red waves. 

  “Fine!” she cursed, shoving dark wooden fingers and claws out of the way as she entered the woods. She could feel the plants pulling on her dress, scratching at her bare legs and scuffing her pretty pink shoes. “This had better be good, Stanford!” she swore at him, spitting. She followed Stuggy deep into the woods, following a rough-hewn path left by deer and other hidden forest life. The pair moved further in, the darkness swallowing them up in it’s cool, dreamy folds. 

  “Almost there.” Stuggy assured her, moving swiftly. Camilla lost sight of Stuggy right then, instead following his footfalls into a small opening in the woods. A damn-near perfect circle of trampled, nibbled-down grass was at the end of the trail; the moon above illuminated very little and Camilla was growing anxious. She’d never been so far into the woods. After all, she was new in town and hadn’t been around much at all; too busy unpacking and resenting her parents for making her move yet again. 

  “Stuggy?” she called out, rubbing her chilled arms. She couldn’t see or hear him anymore. The darkness was endless, the tall and intimidating monoliths seemed to loom over her, mocking and sneering at her smallness. “Stuggy?”

  There was a quiet rustling nearby. Camilla turned her head toward the noise, her eyes huge reflective pools of fear. 

  “Stuggy!” she shouted, her voice thick and viscous in her throat. Another sound, another direction. Then another, again! Camilla felt her bones shaking in her flesh and she wanted so very much to just melt into a puddle and slither away. Suddenly, a hand touched her arm. Camilla whirled around, her little fist lashing out in reflexive rage.

  “OW!” Stuggy’s voice, harsh and quiet. “That hurt!”

  “Stuggy!” Camilla whisper-yelled at him. “What were you doing? Tryin’ to scare me?!”

  “Yeah,” Stuggy admitted, holding up a paper mâché mask of some terrible amalgamation of horrifying imagination. “Did I get ya?”

  “Yes!” she said harshly, shoving Stuggy, who was busy giggling like a little maniac. “You’re so mean!”

  “Oh, come on!” Stuggy said between gasping laughs. “I got you good, Cam!”

  “Shut up!” Camilla said, angry and embarrassed tears in her eyes. “That wasn’t fair! It’s dark and I couldn’t tell where you were!”

  “I was right next you the whole time.”

  “No, you weren’t! I heard ya movin’ around over there!”

  “I wasn’t over there. I was right here. I hid the mask in this bush here so Aunty wouldn’t find it. She hates scary things.”

  “Quit lyin’ to me, Stanford!” Camilla said with a stomp of her foot. “I heard you over there and then over there, scuttlin’ around like the rat you are!”

  “Wait, you’re serious?” Stuggy asked, sitting up. Camilla could see his eyes in the moonlight. He seemed confused. “But I wasn’t over there.”

  “You sure?” she asked quietly. “No kiddin’?”

  “No kiddin’.” Stuggy felt his blood run cold. What had Camilla heard out there? A word flashed unwanted behind his eyes; Vampire. He felt very nervous suddenly. “Let’s go back to the house.”

  “What’s that?” Camilla asked, pointing. Her voice was mostly curious but hushed and uncertain. Stuggy looked over at what she was pointing at. 

  The children’s veins filled with ice. There, at the edge of the little clearing, not too far from them, was a moonlit silhouette. The figure was tall and gaunt, limbs long and slender, the head adorned with a black crown of hair. The eyes were amber and glowed with an inborn light. 

  “Vampire,” Stuggy whispered, terrified. He stood slowly, reaching over to grab Camilla’s hand. She shuddered, staring unblinkingly at the figure. The creature didn’t move much, just the eyes; subtly darting back and forth between the two children. 

  Stuggy found himself unable to move. He was trapped! His feet were glued to the ground and his body was strapped against an invisible wall. The boy shuddered and felt sick to his stomach. 

  The creature leaned forward, moving like an ape, slowly creeping towards them. 

  “I’m sorry, Cam.” Stuggy managed to squeak out. He felt guilty for their inevitable deaths. His mind went to the old book in the attic, about the gruesome murders and blood-sucking of the ancient vampire described within those pages. What a way to go, he thought. Killed by a vampire in the woods by my house. Oh, what will Aunty T think?! It’ll be so hard on her, he mused remorsefully. She and Uncle Tom will be so lonely without him. And what about Camilla’s parents? What will they do? Would they blame poor Aunty T? Oh, this sucks! 

  The “vampire” stopped in front of the two, sitting down on the ground yet he lost no inches in stature. Stuggy and Camilla watched the long, spindly fingers of the beast’s hand reach out, delicately clasping around the mask Stuggy clutched in his sweaty palm. The vampire seemed intrigued by the mask, turning it this way and that, looking it over. He set it down on the ground beside him, focusing his attention on the entranced children. They were so very small, their heads could fit in his long, boney palm. 

  The vampire reached up a spider-legged finger and pressed the tip against Camilla’s forehead. She inhaled sharply and Stuggy could feel her fear intensify. The creature… cooed. It was like a purring noise, but much deeper and wet. Cam’s face slowly shifted, relaxing, loosing tension and emotion. Her eyes dulled and the lids drooped. The vampire blinked. Camilla crumpled, unconscious, into the awaiting hands of the monster. Stuggy watched in abject terror as the beast brought her close to his shadowed and obstructed face, sniffing. The twig-like fingers guided Camilla to the ground, setting her down with all the reverence and care of a new mother laying her baby in it’s crib for the first time. 

  The vampire turned to focus on Stuggy, now. The poor boy was so afraid that he felt light-headed. The vampire’s scrawny finger lifted, pressing gently to Stuggy’s forehead. Stuggy gasped, feeling a sharp pain and a doubling of his fear, like whenever he saw a flash of lightning at night followed by the crashing boom of thunder. His heart was beating so fast it was bruising his ribcage. 

  Then, oh then, there was a shift. It was so very sudden that it took Stuggy a moment to realize it had happened. He felt… how did he feel? The terror was gone; going, flowing up from his feet and his stomach and his heart all up to his head, the way blood does when you hang upside-down. He felt a numbness fill in where the fear had been, the previous feeling was pooling up in his face, behind his eyes, then up and out through the straw-like appendage of the vampire’s finger. The creature was purring wetly again, the sound generating no unease anymore. Stuggy felt empty, devoid of emotion, cold and withered. It was a little like boredom, but much worse. There was nothing left of Stuggy, just the mind. No feelings, no sensations, no emotions. He felt incomplete. Then he felt tired. His eyelids drooped as Camilla’s had and he slipped away from reality, falling into the living-tree hands of the monster. There was a quiet warmth that followed, a blanket of dreamless sleep. The last thing Stuggy could remember was the sound of the vampire’s moist purring. 

  The children opened their eyes. The worried faces of their guardians hovered above them.

  “Oh, my stars!” Aunty T exclaimed, throwing her arms around the groggy Stuggy, holding him so tightly she might very well have squeezed her own life into his little body. 

  “Aunty!” Stuggy exclaimed, surprised, embarrassed, and uncomfortable, wiggling in her arms. 

  “Oh, Stanford!” Aunty said over and over, threatening to beat him for scaring her like that and to never leave her sight again and how worried she and Uncle Tom had been. Beside them, Camilla’s parents were similarly occupied. 

  “What happened?” Camilla asked sleepily. 

  “You two must’ve gone outside to play after dinner,” Camilla’s Mom said tearfully, delicately smearing her mascara with her thumb. “You were gone for twenty minutes before we noticed.”

  “You lovebirds were outside in the yard,” Uncle Tom said, prying Stuggy from his Aunty’s vice-grip. “Sitting asleep on the bench. You must’ve been real tired! We couldn't wake you.”

  “We were so scared,” Camilla’s Dad admonished. “You weren’t responding, we got worried and brought you inside.”

  “Oh…” Stuggy said quietly. He glanced over at Camilla. 

  “We saw that monster,” Camilla said abruptly. Stuggy almost choked on his own saliva. “It was out there, in the woods.”

  “What were you doing in the woods?” Camilla’s Mom asked, her question unheard.

  “Now, what are you on about?” Aunty inquired, still coming down from the terror of the past few minutes. “What monster?”

  “The monster that attacked those girls,” Camilla supplied. “Mister-Uncle Tom mentioned it, remember?” Aunty T shot Uncle Tom a vicious glare. 

  “You were probably just dreaming.” Jet assumed.

  “Nah, I saw it too,” Stuggy said, coming to Camilla’s aid on the matter. 

  “Now, Stanford,” Aunty said sternly. “You know what happens when you lie.”

  “I’m not lyin’!” Stuggy proclaimed, holding up his hands. “We both saw it! It was big and skinny and it moved like those big monkeys, y’know? On all-fours.”

  “Like a gorilla. Not a monkey; an ape.” Camilla corrected him quietly. He glanced a silent “whatever” at her. 

  “Kids,” Uncle Tom chuckled. “Such imaginations at this age.” 

  “We weren’t imagining it!” Camilla argued. “It happened and we saw it!”

  “Sure, sure,” Yvonne said, dragging a hand over her face in exhaustion. “C’mon, we can talk about this later. Let’s just go home.”

  “Yeah, I think that would be best.” Jet agreed. They each took a hand of Camilla’s, leading her to the front of the house. Aunty and Uncle Tom followed with Stuggy in tow. 

  “Thank you so much for a lovely dinner,” Yvonne said as they exited. “I hope we can return the favor soon.”

  Aunty replied in kind, apologizing for the scare and for Stuggy’s poor manners, which Stuggy found rude as he thought himself rather well-behaved. 

  “See you, Stuggy,” Camilla said.

  “See you, Camilla.”

  Once everything had settled down and Aunty had reprimanded him for lying and going into the woods so late at night she sent him to bed. Uncle Tom patted him on the head, thanking the boy for his cooperation. Stuggy waited for the house to get quiet before he crept to the dark window, looking out into the woods beyond the yard. 

  There, amongst the tall dark trees… there, amongst the dark and hollowed shadows… there, amongst the mysteries of the universe… there, two small stars peered up at Stuggy. 

  And Stuggy stared back.

END

[lightningrabbit-dnd]

[ 月亮 ] Yue Liang

The twins #7 - First Words. 

The first time Yue Liang talks to the boy he had been watching, it was a mistake. He had done nothing more to gain the boys attention since that time that he had accidentally dropped his book out the window, and subsequently had it returned to him with a note from the stable- hand. 

[ Yue Liang - sixteen / seventeen ]

From there, Yue Liang pretended as though their routines kept matching by mistake. His sleep schedule was usually messed up, staying up all night till the morning broke, but now he purposely stayed up there until on his windowsill until he at least saw the boy before turning to bed, even if he had long ago stopped reading. 

The boy stayed non-the wiser that Yue Liang was even watching him. He appeared from the back of the castle, whistling as he headed towards the stables, sometimes stopping in the shed alongside it to grab extra hay and sometimes heading straight in. Yue Liang pulls his knees further up towards his chest as he watches, one quiet morning where it’s warmer than it normally is, as the boy appears shirtless, his growing muscles shifting and rippling underneath his tanned skin. Yue Liang shouldn’t even be able to see him that well from up here, and so he thanks his slightly better- than- normal eyesight he had over other people. 

Yue Liang still wasn’t prepared, wasn’t knowledgeable, about what the hell was happening to him. He wasn’t used to this kind of attraction, because although it wasn’t present often usually it was cute girl he noticed - but this time it was another boy, a strong, well defined, tanned boy who liked to whistle and smiled lots, who always talked to the horses kindly. It scared him a little, actually it scared him a whole lot, but he wasn’t scared enough to stop. 

Then, it happened. Yue Liang was sitting on his windowsill, enjoying the quiet approach of the morning, the sun just beginning to appear above the horizon and waking the world with its golden rays, the birds singing its welcome. Above him, higher than he can see, the sky was still dark, the last couple of stars winking out their goodbyes until they’re all gone. 

Suddenly, “HI!” and Yue Liang is so shocked he nearly falls, which is unprecedented because he’s never fallen from this spot once in his life, and has to clutch to the windowsill to stop himself. He snaps his head down, trying to find who had shouted to who and curse the two in his head, when suddenly he finds the boy he had been watching for so long staring back up at him, one hand raised and waving at him. 

On one hand, Yue Liang should be angry at being spoken to so disrespectfully - he was a prince - and on the other hand, he was shocked that the boy had even seen him up here. 

Silently, Yue Liang raises his hand and waves back down to the boy, not wanting to raise his own voice to speak when he rarely speaks at an even space to start with. 

“I see you up there every morning,” the boy - ‘H’ apparently, but Yue Liang was yet to figure out what that stands for, says, before adding, “Aren’t you afraid of falling, your highness?” 

‘What a stupid question.’ Yue Liang thinks, pursing his lips - but still, shakes his head obviously enough for ‘H’ to see even meters and meters below him. 

“I suppose you must have good balance then,” H calls, “That must be why you ride so well. Star misses you, she isn’t ridden nearly enough.” Star, being Yue Liang’s horse, her name being given by Yue Liang when he was very young and didn’t know any better; now, he regrets the name, but to him she really was his little star, even if he would never say that aloud. 

Getting no response from Yue Liang, not that he had waited long enough to even get a response, ‘H’ calls, “Did you get your book?” 

Wondering faintly why this boy was even still talking to him - even though Yue Liang was quietly intrigued, and a little giddy, that H was talking to him - Yue Liang nods again so that the boy below him could see. 

And oh, oh, what a wide smile ‘H’ gives him, all teeth and dimples that Yue Liang could see from here. He’s so pretty, so so pretty, and Yue Liang ignores how his heart thunders in favor for sighing and closing his book on his lap, dropping it onto the stairs behind him with a ‘thud’ before stretching his legs out from being folded under him to now hang off of the edge of the wide windowsill. 

“Good! I had hoped it was yours when I found it under your window, your highness. I am glad it found its way back to it’s owner!” H calls to him, continuing the conversation. 

Yue Liang pauses, wondering if he should finally open his mouth and speak to thank the boy properly, when another voice comes from the other end of the back lawns, out of Yue Liang’s line of sight. 

“Who are you calling too at this hour!?” the voice calls, sounding angry, “Shut up and come help with the horses! you’re going to wake the whole castle up!” 

H’s head whips towards the voice, seeming to recognize the voice and the person speaking to him because he ducks into a low bow and calls back, “Ah! sorry! I’m coming!” before turning his head back up towards Yue Liang, flashing a smile as he says, 

“I have to go! it was a pleasure talking to you, your highness!” 

Before Yue Liang can reply, H is off across the lawn and out of his sight. Once he’s gone, Yue Liang feels himself visible deflate, an odd cold feeling going through his chest. As nervous as ‘talking’ to the boy had made him, and even though Yue Liang hadn’t actually opened his mouth, he had kind of enjoyed that interaction. 

Sighing to himself, Yue Liang twists his legs back over the ledge and hops down onto the staircase. Ignoring his book in favor for wanting to get to his bed, Yue Liang’s mind wanders as he slowly traipses downstairs, the cold stone against the sole of his feet making him shiver slightly. H’s smile had been so wide, so warm, his dimples big enough that Yue Liang could press a kiss against them and - 

Feeling his cheeks flush, reaching all the way to his ears and down his neck, Yue Liang snaps himself out of it and resolutely refuses to let himself think about H any further as he finally reaches his bedroom and pads across the floor to his bed. It doesn’t work, and his mind is still focuses on the warm, sun- laden tone of H’s voice as he clambers up on his bed and pushes under the cover only to bury his face in the pillow, biting back the giddy feeling in his chest.

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