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simplegenius042 · 5 months ago

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OC/s as Greek Deitiey/s, Flower Aesthetics and "How Does My OC's Story End?" Quiz

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Three OCs for each one of these, all coming from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters, An Old Ballad Of Chance And Ember Hearts and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. You can find the Quiz Here. Continue below the cut:

For the "OCs as Deities" I included OCs from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and An Old Ballad Of Chance And Ember Hearts. Rule and stuff below:

bold = applies, italics = somewhat applies, strike = does not apply

ARCHIBALD THANATOS (THE UNTITLEDVERSE [THE OMNISCIENT RULE SAGA])

EROS: • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub (less so than his brother, Osmund Thanatos) • has a tattoo they regret (and he was born with it) • sex & love therapist for their friends (less so than his niece, Willow Thanatos) • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie• milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy (he's the current Head Patriarch in the House of Thanatos, he hates this shit) • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

PAN: • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles (as one of the few Old God Houses left, by process of circumstantial elimination he is, but he doesn't necessarily enjoy being involved in the politics itself) • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony (key to being an (Old) God of Death) • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions (appropriate for the current God of Death) • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

IRIS: • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers •feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

PHILLIP (THE SILVER CHRONICLES AU [FAR CRY 5, FAR CRY NEW DAWN])

EROS: • scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie• milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne • deeply emotional • born glamorous •

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown (more than the Voice does at least) • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

PAN: • enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t (he's a New God but yeah Phillip isn't as all-knowing and selfless as he should be) • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance (but ignores the fact he's ignorant himself) • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions (appropriate for a New God) • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

DISCORD, THE MAD KIN OF CARNAGE (AN OLD BALLAD OF CHANCE AND EMBER HEARTS TRILOGY)

HECATE: • prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings •

NEMESIS: • angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words •

HYPNOS: • very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets • starry eyed • horrible money management • gives amazing hugs (these hugs kill) • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes •

IRIS: • life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers •feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura (quite the opposite actually) • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person •

For OCs as Flower Aesthetics I chose OCs from The Silver Chronicles, Life, Despair & Monsters and A Radioactive Calamity Of Love, Bombs & Gore. Rules and stuff below:

Rules: bold what applies to your oc. italics if somewhat applies.

MERCY OMAR-SEED (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FAR CRY NEW DAWN] ❀ Daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot. Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

✿ Bellflower: Very consistent friend. Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

❀ Bleeding Heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes (tries to hide it). Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

❀ Protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are. Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply (nah loves easily and very deeply).

✿ Moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily (just like her mothers). Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem (having Azriel as an older sister doesn't really give a chance for this). Loose clothing.

✿ Sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive (desperately, especially for Silva). Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

❀ Dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

RICO (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

❀ Daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot.Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

✿ Bellflower: Very consistent friend (Johnny got lucky). Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

❀ Bleeding Heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes. Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

❀ Protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are (who the fuck wants to be in Night City?). Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply (V and Sydney are his favorites and misses Johnny).

✿ Moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily. Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem. Loose clothing.

✿ Sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive. Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

❀ Dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

FINIDY MONA (A RADIOACTIVE CALAMITY OF LOVE, BOMBS & GORE [FALLOUT 2])

❀ Daisy: Wears their heart on their sleeve. Soft voice. Minimalistic clothing. Laying in a field of tall grass. Walking barefoot.Puts other people’s happiness above their own.

✿ Bellflower: Very consistent friend. Happy face with sad eyes. Careful touches. Hiding a blush. Light giggles. Makes friends easily. Knows how to make you smile.

❀ Bleeding Heart: Hopeless romantic. Still laughs at dirty jokes. Believes they can change the world. Caring looks. Dyed hair. Kisses on the cheek.

❀ Protea: Proud. Big gestures. African heritage. Blushes easily. Tries to look tough but is really just a big softie. Content where they are. Doesn’t love easily, but always deeply.

✿ Moonflower: Knowing smiles. Doesn’t open up easily. Late night. Tired eyes. Soft skin. Not as innocent as they seem. Loose clothing.

✿ Sunflower: Big smiles. Always looking for the positive. Lots of friends. Warm afternoons. Basking in the sun. Stares off into space a lot. Sitting in comfortable silence.

❀ Dandelion: Wishing for the impossible. Shooting stars. Light breezes through their hair. White clothing. Whispered secrets. Far off looks. Kind eyes.

Here are results for the "How does your OCs story end?" Quiz for OCs from The UnTitledverse, The Silver Chronicles and Life, Despair & Monsters. Results below:

JOAQUIN COBALT (THE UNTITLEDVERSE)

In The Perfect Storm and The Omniscient Rule sagas, sure (and even then those aren't at the end of his story), but other than those Joaquin's story doesn't end with betrayal, rather on a lighter note.

SILVA OMAR (THE SILVER CHRONICLES [FAR CRY 5, FAR CRY NEW DAWN])

No. After everything Silva goes through, that'd be too cruel. I've got plenty of other characters for that. Closest thing this relates to Silva is "questions unanswered" and "desires unfulfilled"; Silva doesn't get satisfying answers after the Collapse and the tragedies she experienced prior, and she mourns the normalcy she only got to live for such a sparse time before tragedy, the Apostles, Eden's Gate, the Congregation and the Collapse denied her that chance. But she does get a rather good ending, a happiness she deserves.

HAOYU ANABUKI (LIFE, DESPAIR & MONSTERS)

Haoyu's fate in the last installment of Life, Despair & Monsters is left ambiguous and up for interpretation and never answered, just like everyone else who remained with them. However, Haoyu is not left alone in the dire situation they had no choice but to run in to, nor do they plead or cry, just accept whatever result comes next (though begrudgingly given Haoyu does just want to live).

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lunartearrose · 9 months ago

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Ockiss 24 day 6 - Reach!

Characters: Sona (monstery), Celesta (falling)

Series: Dreamality again :3

Story below! Tw for suicide attempt and also know this is earlier on the timeline than Violet and December's little drabble!

The final day of Celesta’s life was drawing to a close.

Or so the watch cursed to be by Celesta’s side had read.

Just a couple minutes, and something terrible would happen.

Of course, there was no escaping it - not in the hundreds of lives that had crossed paths with this time traveling death-bringer.

So, of course, Celesta was going out on her own terms. She left her favorite stuff to the people in her house that she figured would like it - to violet, her carnivorous plants, to December her softest blankets, to Yukio and Sona, the careful instructions to tend to her sprawling garden. Of course, keys to her house for River and Galette who keep it safe and clean so often in the first place. The rest, they could figure out on their own, she was sure.

Deep in the forest that surrounded her house, she found a high ledge that she had picked out prior…

…huh. She hadn't noticed the big tree that had grown there. It certainly was a new addition - probably the whims of the magical creatures that reside here. It was a good spot to survey the rest of the world around.

…20 seconds and counting. No time to marvel. Celesta did her best to steel her nerves.

It's this, or something worse. That's what she had to tell herself.

She leaned forward.

“CELESTA!” Sona screamed her name, bursting from the treeline far away.

“DON'T YOU DARE!” Yukio appeared as well, shifting to form wings as he grabbed Sona under one pair of arms, speeding up their pace significantly.

She had already tipped herself too far forward to stop herself. Despite her will failing, spinning around to reach out for them, the edge of the cliff crumbled under her, giving way to open air.

Nobody was supposed to see this. Nobody was supposed to find her!

“Im sorry…” her words were lost on the wind, air rushing by her too fast as she plummeted.

What she didn't expect is Sona jumping after her.

The last ticks of the stopwatch were deafening in her ears.

She wanted to ask him why he'd throw his life away, after all of it. What she and more importantly Yukio went through to save him from a life of pain and experiments, why, just why-

But the abomination simply wrapped pair after pair of arms around her, holding tight. Something was shimmering in the air around him. His words, though screamed, were lost to the rush of air.

The shimmering threads snapped tight around his waist and legs, revealing themselves to be sona's own web. They squished him as they snapped taught, drawing blue blood briefly before his regeneration came into effect.

Before she could even react, his lips pressed against hers, his fangs scraping her lips.

At the same moment, the stopwatch chimed.

The pitch, unlike when she watched it kill its last victim long ago, began to distort.

Oh… right. Sona can sap magic away from things, given they have flesh to bite.

And in that very moment, wouldn't it be the magic of this curse flooding her like poison?

She wanted to make him stop, fearing the curse would kill him instead. She felt dizzy, being suspended upside-down, adrenaline pumping through her making it hard to do much but listen to the instinct to cling for safety.

And then, chaos erupted around them both.

The stopwatch shattered. It kept breaking beyond the boundaries of its face and contents.

And then suddenly, she was no longer upside-down, half way between the cliffside and a bed of cold, hard ground. Now, she was resting on a bed of absolutely huge yellow dandelions that had risen up to catch them, Sona beneath her.

Celesta sat up quickly, senses rushing back, suddenly aware of a tingling almost-pain present in her limbs, snaking up to the marks Sona had left with his fangs. She touched the spot, fingers coming away with blood mixed with a strange, shimmering gold substance. Perhaps traces of a magical poison?

Looking at the veins on her arms, they seemed to shimmer slightly, any slightly-fresh scars particularly shiny.

“What did you do?!” Celesta whispered, looking down at her friend.

He was visibly in pain, body shivering as it fought the vast amounts of curse magic trying to kill him. Even so, he reached out for her, clawed hands even more monstrous than before patting her head.

“... Said I wouldn't let you go…” Sona muttered softly, the strange, harmonious pitches of his voice gravelly in their strain.

“Sona- why did you save me?! I don't- I don't want you to die!!” Celesta shouted, voice shaking.

From the cliffside, Yukio flew down to their side, a bluish-purple and Orange-red pair of lights hitching a ride. The threads he collected in his hands had turned a deep gold.

“And do you think any of us were okay with losing you??” Yukio asked, quickly propping Sona's head up on his lap and pulling potions from the bag by his side.

“I…” Celesta had no answer but immense guilt.

“This was his experimental answer to your curse,” Yukio began to explain as he dumped vial after vial into sona's mouth, “he crafted a thread with hollow innards and rootlike endings, with the same aptitude to steal magic as himself. He figured that he'd make it mostly out if he could purge and store the poison away, sucking it right back out, but that curse's ichor quickly overflowed the damn things. I brought these as a backup, let's hope it does something.”

Celesta was shaking. She didn't know what to do. She wanted to help Sona, save him if she could…

And then, the small red light approached her, revealing itself to be a fairy.

“Why are you crying, dear?” The fairy asked, their little black eyes staring curiously.

“I-it wasn't supposed to be him!” Celesta replied, “I-i can't even speed his healing up without that stupid fucking clock! I don't know what to do!!”

“Oh, don't sell yourself short, my dear. There are many ways to heal, and your connection to the forest rivals even mine.” It replied. “Come, let this king talk you through. He's not out of the game yet, and our gift is going to do the heavier lifting of saving his life. Come, come.”

The small king fluttered over to sona's side, shimmying one of his sleeves up.

“Hands here!” The king called, patting his inner wrist, “it's as simple as growing roses - all you have to do is encourage the roots of your magic to reach in and help purify any bad blood. It maaaaaay hurt, but most healing spells come with some bite. Spread the roots, coerce, bloom. Picture it in your mind, then go.”

Celesta followed the instructions. She envisioned, and then soon felt, her magic spreading from her hands through his veins. She felt fatigue hit her, as her magic did get drained, but the fairy king sat himself on her shoulder, placing a hand on her cheek.

“The forest will lend you some energy - as a thank you for taking such good care of us throughout your stay.” He told her.

In that moment, it was as if she could feel the thousands of acres around her become part of her magic's reach.

Glowing vines sprouted around her hands, gently encasing Sona's arms, pulling the poison up and spreading as it gobbled up the remaining curse.

As she finished, the vines disperse a bright pollen before they collapse back against Sona's greyed skin, imprinting like a tattoo. Even as she let go, she could still feel that strange, deep connection to the forest lingering.

“We shall provide, as long as you protect us in turn. Just, you know, returning the love you sent out to us.” The king said, before glancing away. “Oh, look! There he comes! Sona, give me your name again!”

“... no.” Sona muttered, rubbing his eyes sleepily. “...did it work? Are we all okay?”

With that, Celesta and Yukio squeezed sona as tight as they possibly could.

And for once, Celesta felt lighter, finally free from the ticking of the clock.

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innocentlymacabre · 2 years ago

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Due North [Part 1]: 8 Brook Way

30.07.21 | Part 0

Fantasy meets slice-of-life in the secretive, wonderous, and oddity-rich lives of the residents of Due North

8 Brook Way currently held the form of a picturesque cottage, the likes of which can be found front and centre of just about every children’s book. It was quaint, simultaneously large and small, and somehow smelled wonderfully of fresh baked cookies even empty. It had taken on several forms over its extremely long life, several far more interesting than the one it currently donned, but its walls were presently abuzz with murmurs of excitement nonetheless.

8 Brook Way was no longer empty, and its new residents, Alberto Zecca and Isabella Autin, fawned over the shape it had taken for them. A tree, the type of which eluded every botanist that had ever attempted to classify it, stood guard from the backyard garden, its branches graciously extending to the perimeter, keeping time with the wind. It sang with the wind, hundreds of voices chiming in to make one, beautiful harmony that wafted throughout town, a siren call rumoured to be able to lift the spirits of those in mourning or even heal a broken heart. Ivy crawled across the bounding walls, weaving into its very make, and small, almost imperceptible paw prints and claw marks were pressed on top. The ivy snaked and stretched underground, far further down than anyone had ever explored, secrets resting on its every strand.

8 Brook Way was the only house in its vicinity, forming a sort of block of its own, and Brook Way was the closest street to the house, rather than the one it was on. The actual Brook Way skipped the number eight, an oddity that had led to several confused new postmen. Alberto and Isabella didn”t mind the confusion in the slightest – in fact, Alberto said it was one of the endless positives that came with the house.

Having moved in only a few hours ago, the pair were lounging on a chesterfield sofa that came with the house, in the otherwise almost unfurnished living room. The full moon shone brilliantly through the glass wall opposite them, the silver light falling delicately on each surface. Beyond it lay a presently untended garden, the moon’s light dipping and diving between its weeds and many, many secrets that Number 8 couldn’t wait for the residents to uncover.

It seemed though, it would have to wait. Tonight, the residents stayed indoors, unknowingly nested amidst the liveliest walls in the house.

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“I really don’t want to cook tonight,” Alberto complained.

“Yeah, I’m too tired too,” Isabella agreed. “What about that diner we passed on the way in? Something with an O,” she said, desperately trying to picture the wooden sign jutting out of the doorway. “Oh, it’s no use. We went by so quickly, the only thing I remember is that it was painted blue and green.”

“What about pizza? There’s always pizza.”

“But…diner!” Isabella protested, always having adored a good diner. “Come on, let’s just walk around town. It’s a small place, we’re bound to find it eventually.”

Alberto begrudgingly conceded, which is how they found themselves face to face with a man in a suspiciously large trench coat, asking for directions after having gone down three long, wrong roads. Isabella suspected he was hiding snakes under that coat, judging by the suspicious hissing sounds interspersing his speech, but the fact that said speech seemed to be exclusively rhymes annoyed her more. His confusing aid, if you could even call it that, led them to yet another wrong street.

They did, of course, eventually make it to the diner – “Ossario’s! I told you it had an O!” – after being seemingly guided by a particularly friendly dog. As they approached the establishment, Alberto thought he saw the paint of the building shimmering and changing colour slightly but dismissed it as hunger (and slight annoyance at Isabella’s insistence on eating at the diner, if he was honest).

The woman behind the wrap-around counter introduced herself as Alecia Ossario, the owner of the diner. If you passed her on the street, she would most likely end up as nothing more than a face you see in a dream and wake up trying to place. Yet, for some indescribable reason, both Alberto and Isabella couldn’t help but be drawn to her, intrigued by the notion of her very existence. The room’s light seemed to bend around her, respectfully leaving her untouched; but rather than leave her shrouded in the dark, she shimmered as she moved.

“I’m Isabella and he’s Alberto. We just moved in.”

“Berto and Bella – how sweet! I didn’t know number eight had gone to such a lovely couple,” Alecia said with a smile. She smiled with her eyes, her genuineness probably the only reason Bella noticed them. She couldn’t be sure because it really wasn’t the sort of thing you saw very often, but she swore she saw her eyes change colour.

“Oh! Oh, no,” Berto countered, a little tired of the same song and dance over and over again. “We’re not a couple.”

“Definitely not,” Bella picked up, easing him of the burden of explanation. “He’s a writer, and I’m an artist, so we can both work from wherever we want, as long as his editor and my gallery get something every now and then. “Wherever we want” just so happens to coincide, so we moved in together to save money.”

Alecia seemed impressed and asked a little about their work, Bella noticing each time her eyes changed colour, before segueing into their orders.

“We’re starved,” Bella blurted out before Berto had a chance to ask for a menu. “Whatever can be made the fastest.”

“Burgers and chips coming right up,” Alecia noted, turning to the kitchen.

The moment she was out of earshot, Bella pulled Berto in close. “Dude! Did you see –”

“Her eyes?” Berto interjected, nodding vigorously. “Yeah, I saw ‘em too. You know what else? I saw the paint on the outside change colour too.”

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touchstarvedphie · 4 months ago

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That story about the woman who got the egg apron as a birthday present really broke me for some reason and I had to write something :((

Word Count - 1,001

✧.* Dolor—A Short Story ✧.*

I feel nothing but dread as the nauseating sound of my youngest daughter crying herself awake pries me from sleep, perhaps the only time I get to truly be alone, or rather, be alive for myself. Beside me, my husband doesn’t even stir, his body hasn’t programmed itself to awake to these specific sound waves, because it knows he has no need too.

Upon entering the realm of consciousness, I’m able to summon the composure I must exhibit at all times, and I refrain from letting out even the smallest show of annoyance. Pushing myself up from the bed with a heavy groan that one can only make in the depths of exhaustion, I trudge to my daughters room, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, my bare feet padding across the wooded floor.

I rarely wear shoes. There’s no need to, one only needs such attire if they plan to step on adverse ground, thereby, leaving the confines of their home—a hardship my husband protects me from.

Following the sound of the wretched cries ringing through the air, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. It’s a small mirror, positioned right above the fireplace—a decorative piece. There’s no light in my eyes, perhaps since it’s night, and thus no light can be found in my home at the moment. But what catches my attention isn’t the deep lines that cover my face, a physical manifestation of my constant stress, nor the painfully dark eye bags beneath my once joyful eyes.

No, what catches my attention is that, for a moment, I see a flicker of the woman I used to be. Beneath my colorless, dry completion, I see a hint of resemblance to her. Suddenly, I’m taken back, mind flooding with images of a girl beaming, standing tall on the stage as she takes a bow, her magnificent white leotard rendering her more of an angel, an ethereal presence, than a mere human.

In the darkness of the surrounding velvety black curtains, the light catches on the surface of her glittering skin, and she not only reflects not only every beam of light gracing her body, but radiates a joy that transcends her smile, a joy the cameras never did capture that day.

The audience had held their breath unanimously, eyes trained her every movement, entranced by the otherworldly creature before them as she elegantly bowed. Cheers had erupted from the crowd, a symphony of cries that rung through the air like bells in the wind, though the sound was so intense it may have been better associated with wind chimes in a storm. Flowers, of all types, flew onto the stage, glitter and white petals rained from the ceiling. This had been arranged prior to the performance, a show of physical beauty that failed to celebrate the true magnificence of the moment. The cheers still hadn’t died down when the opulent red curtains shut, and everyone gazed, awestruck as they caught their last glimpses of the ballerina before their view was obstructed. Even still, the ballerinas presence weighed heavily in the air when the curtains closed, everyone could feel her magnificence.

Her performance has been a success, her ten minute long dance captures some of the most beautiful yet trying moves in ballet. She had glided across the stage without a single misstep, and preformed the En Pointe, a move that requires extreme training. Her form, slender and toned, had taken years of strict dieting and work to maintain, and allowed her to preform the most marvelous of feats that the human body normally isn’t capable of. Her decades of adversity had paid off, in each trying moment she had pictured this very image, one of herself gracing that envied spotlight.

The performance was truly a wonder, and as such, had captured the eye of the headmaster of a prestigious ballet school. Soon, the young ballerina received a letter in the mail, one coveted by most young ballerinas chasing this path.

She had received a full ride for her dream ballet school. The squeals of exitement that filled her home that day echoed across the word, which eagerly held its breath as everyone who knew of ballet waited for the dancer to accept and, possibly, make history in the sport.

But that news never came. Years later, when it was far to late, it was released to every news outlet that could attain the coveted information that the girl had gotten married. Her husband, as he was known as now, had shackled her with a ring.

This had confused the public—hadn’t she been intent on never marrying, or at least waiting to achieve her dreams first? It puzzled them, there was no explanation. Soon it was known she had become a mother, one to eight children in ten years.

Some questioned why she agreed to sacrafice her life for this, some questioned why the husband hadn’t chosen another woman who shared his dreams of a large family and hadn’t been set to become the next prima ballerina, a title only given to thirteen dancers since 1894. Some argued she enjoyed this life, but those people must not have seen the lifeless way she carried herself, as if she was nothing more than a robot occupying a human body for a time, one with the role of ‘mother’, which she played dutifully. The public never got their answer.

Just as quickly as the memories rose, they sunk back into the depths of my mind, shadowed by the more present worries like making breakfast in the morning. A shriek ran through the air, and I was pulled back to the task at hand.

I allowed my gaze to wander over the clutter of items above the fireplace, and they landed on that picture of a girl in her white feathered leotard on stage, a proud grin on her face. Her photo, framed by rusted metal, was now all that remained of my dreams.

#ballerina farm #tradwife #my worst nightmare

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Caught in the Fire 23 - Aftermath [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support my loves ❤ Here’s the new chapter, I hope you like it and please don’t forget to tell me what you think of it! kisses!❤

Pairing: Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Aftermath of a break up is never easy.

Warnings: Violence, death, crime, explicit language, dysfunctional relationships, drinking, mentions of sex. This is an AU, friendly reminder that I don’t condone any of the actions depicted on this story and please read with care.

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You had never been the type to deal with break ups easily, but this?

This was something else, and he wasn’t making it any easier for you.

It had taken you a couple of days. Now, even a month later, you found it hard to get out of the bed or keep yourself together but at least now you weren’t bursting into tears while you were working, which all your friends said was a good improvement.

They didn’t need to know that you spent almost every night crying yourself to sleep.

Bucky, however? He had a whole different approach to this break up.

The whole city was aware of it, because overnight, it had turned into the goddamn Wild West. Everyone who was aware of the power dynamics of the city was on edge, and every newcomer was warned not to wander off into the specific parts of the city. Each night, you could hear gunshots, police sirens and at least twice a week you drove through some kind of a crime scene or walked over the blood splatters that couldn’t be washed off the night before.

The turf war –or something worse- was slowly taking over the city, and everyone tried to get out of the way before it killed them too.

“Y/N?”

Your head snapped up and you looked over your shoulder, blinking back the tears, willing yourself to come back to the present.

“Yeah?”

Josh licked his lips, “Um—I have to call my girlfriend, it’s urgent. Can you cover the register for a minute? I mean no one is here yet but…”

“Sure, is she okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah she’s fine, her brother had this appendicitis thing, she spent the night at the hospital.”

“Shit— yeah, call her!” you nodded. “Tell her she can let us know if she needs anything.”

“Thanks,” he said and walked outside from the back door, and you left the kitchen to walk to the register. It was still early in the morning - very early, so there were no customers and you pulled out a cup to fill yourself some coffee.

The wind bells by the door chimed, making you turn your head and put the coffee down and the blond man approached the register.

“Hi there,” he said. “Can I get some coffee? On the go.”

“Sure thing,” you said, and took a paper cup from the shelf. “Milk or sugar?”

“Sugar,” he said and chuckled. “As sweet as you, I’d say.”

You looked over your shoulder and repressed the urge to roll your eyes, then put the paper cup in front of him and smiled sweetly at him.

“Will that be all, officer?”

He blinked a couple of times, as if he was taken aback by you being able to tell an undercover cop but in all honesty, growing up with Bucky had made you more open to noticing any small details like these.

And it wasn’t as if he had put too much effort into this clumsy effort of looking like a civilian.

“Barnes trained you well,” he commented, making your jaw clench for a second before you shrugged your shoulders.

“Grew up in a bad neighborhood,” you corrected him and he took a sip of his coffee.

“John Walker,” he introduced himself and you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You’re not going to tell me your name?”

“I’m pretty sure you know it already.”

He held up his hands. “Guilty as charged,” he said. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”

Couldn’t you, though?

“I’d like to ask you a couple of questions,” he said. “About your boyfriend.”

Your stomach dropped. “Ex-boyfriend.”

“Right,” he snapped his fingers, “Ex-boyfriend. So I take it there’s no reason for either of us to play dumb, you know about his line of work?”

“Of course,” you said. “He’s a businessman, but I can’t see how I can help you with that.”

He tilted his head.

“He’s a businessman,” he repeated. “How about what his father left him?”

“You mean the family company?”

His gaze was almost reprimanding on you.

“Uh huh. Why did you say you broke up again?”

“I didn’t.”

“Do you really want me to bring you down to the station, sweetheart?”

“I’m not your sweetheart,” the words left your lips almost easily. “And you’re going to take me to the station to ask me about my relationship?”

“Your relationship with a very dangerous man,” he stated. “Things could get really bad for you if you don’t answer my questions.”

You raised your brows, then shrugged your shoulders.

“He uh… he cheated on me,” you said after a beat. “Not much of a relationship material, that one.”

“And you’re protecting the man who broke your pretty little heart?”

You sipped your coffee. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, officer,” you stated. “The last time I checked, being a cheater wasn’t illegal.”

He heaved a sigh, leaning his palm on the counter to lean in slightly.

“Correct me if I’m wrong but—“ he said, “Isn’t this the second guy who cheated on you? One would think you can’t keep ‘em happy, huh?”

You could feel the anger spreading through you. He was trying to provoke you, you knew he was, but you managed to repress the fury burning your throat, and shrugged your shoulders again.

“Are we done here?”

“We’re done when I say we’re done,” he said, making you arch a brow. “Speaking of your ex-boyfriend, any idea where he is? We’d like to question him too.”

“No idea. I don’t keep tabs on my exes.”

“And his brother? He was less than willing when I asked him about his…accident.”

Of course he was. Paul was an asshole, but he wasn’t an idiot.

“I’m afraid I can’t be much of a help about that one either.”

He looked you in the eye, as if trying to figure out your motives before he heaved a sigh.

“Well,” he said and put his card on the counter, “Give me a call if you change your mind. In case you want to take revenge.”

He walked to the door but stopped when you called out his name.

“Officer Walker?”

He turned around. “Yes?”

You tilted your head, eyes narrowed as you locked your gaze on him.

“Be careful out there,” you said, a small smile pulling at your lips. “It’s a dangerous city.”

He could recognize the veiled threat, you knew he would, but he didn’t comment on it as he nodded at you, then walked out of the bakery. You gritted your teeth, then scrunched up the card to toss it into the garbage can before taking a sip of your coffee.

The bakery was buzzing by the lunch time, but you could hardly focus on anything other than what had happened in the morning. A part of you –no matter how angry you were at Bucky- wanted to warn him but on the other hand, he had ripped out your heart so understandably you didn’t want to call him.

“What on earth are you doing here?”

You raised your head and a small smile pulled at your lips when you saw Alex staring at you.

“I own the place,” you managed to joke. “What’s your excuse?”

“No I mean,” Alex motioned around. “You’re usually in the back.”

“Yeah!” you said, “My uh…my cousin, he had this thing, he had to go and see his girlfriend. Family emergency kind of deal.”

“So you’re covering both the kitchen and the register?”

“I can’t exactly cover the kitchen right now, I’ll probably just close up the shop early,” you said. “It’s fine. At least it gives me more time to go home and watch Titanic for the hundredth time.”

Alex narrowed his eyes at you, then went under the counter to get behind the register next to you.

“Uh- hello customer, what are you doing?” you asked with a laugh and he wiggled his brows.

“Helping you. I can deal with the register.”

“You want to work at the register,” you said. “You?”

“Yeah I mean, the school is closed for the summer for the last two weeks,” he said, “In case it has escaped your notice.”

“And here I was wondering why Emma went to that summer camp on a school week. That explains stuff.”

“So I could use an extra gig,” he pointed out, mirroring your grin. “For the day, it is. If you’d be so kind to employ me.”

“Alex—“

“You have a spare apron? A name tag? Can I put a fake name on the name tag?”

“Do you even know how the register works?”

“Mm hm. Thanks to my mom.”

“Wasn’t your mom a teacher?”

“Well yeah,” he said, “But she always said I should learn something new every summer so one summer I worked at a diner.”

You shot him a look. “You’re sweet, but I can’t accept this.”

“Well too bad because I employed myself here.”

“Alex.”

“You can pay me with cookies. Cupcakes if I do a good job,” he smiled sweetly, making you let out a giggle despite you trying to contain it. He offered his hand to you.

“Deal, boss?”

“You’re something else, I swear,” you murmured and shook his hand, “Fine. You’re hired for the day.”

“Great! So about that apron—“

“Y/N?”

Becca’s familiar voice made you turn around and you could feel your stomach drop. You had no idea what Bucky had told her, but it felt as if Becca had been trying her hardest to stay away from your way. She hadn’t dropped by the bakery in the last month, neither had Bucky or Steve, but you knew they couldn’t stay away forever.

It was the neutral ground after all.

“Becca,” you managed to smile. “Uh…hi.”

“Hey,” she smiled back but it didn’t reach her eyes.

“Can I help you with anything?”

“Sure. Can I get a coffee and a chocolate chip cookie?”

You quickly prepared her order while she went to the far left of the counter, and you walked to place it in front of her.

“There you go.”

She nibbled on her lip, then stole a look at you.

“Um…How have you been?”

“Good,” you said. “You?”

“I’m good,” she said. “You know. Considering. How’s Emma?”

“She’s fine, thank you for asking.”

She pursed her lips.

“I wanted to come by sooner,” she said. “But I figured maybe you didn’t want to see anyone with my surname.”

You paused for a moment, then shook your head.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said. “I’m fine.”

“Are you though?”

Your throat tightened but you managed to keep your expression nonchalant.

“People break up,” you said. “It’s okay. I have no grudges against you. Or—or anyone, really. I just want to put that behind me, that’s it.”

Becca didn’t need to hear how you cried yourself to sleep every night, after all.

“Oh well, I suppose you have a healthier coping mechanism than him.”

You scoffed a bitter laugh. “What’s he coping with?” you asked. “It was his decision.”

A shadow crossed Becca’s eyes and she nodded.

“Right,” she said. “Yeah. Don’t mind me.”

You lingered there for a moment, trying to make up your mind about whether to tell her, but you knew you couldn’t keep it a secret.

No matter how much you hated him.

“Becca, can you do me a favor?”

“Anything,” she said quickly. “Just say the word.”

You looked around but there were way too many people in the bakery and you couldn’t afford to be overheard, so you grabbed a paper and pen, then scribbled down the code Bucky had taught you years ago.

Rabid hound, no leash.

You pushed the paper in her direction and she took it to skim the lines, then cussed under her breath.

Of course Becca knew. Everyone in the business knew the code; aggressive cop, undercover.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her jaw clenched and you nodded.

“Yeah. Today.”

“Any bites?”

“None. Looking for a scent though.”

She clicked her tongue, then pushed the paper into her pocket.

“Thank you,” she said. “I’ll make sure to warn others.”

You nodded again and Becca tilted her head.

“You know you didn’t have to tell me, right?” she asked, making you scoff. “Anyone else would’ve jumped on the opportunity for revenge.”

“You know me better than that. So does he.”

She dragged her tongue over her teeth as if she was analyzing you, then shook her head.

“Well I’ll be damned,” she said. “Mom couldn’t be more wrong.”

You arched a brow. “Why?”

“Loyalty despite heartbreak,” she commented. “It’s not something that can be taught or bought, you have it or you don’t. I don’t care what my mother thinks, you were born for this.”

“Don’t get me wrong, but I hope the fuck not.”

She let out a bitter laugh, “Either way, thank you. On his behalf.”

Your stomach flipped. “I’m not doing it for him.”

“I know,” she said and eyed you up and down. “You’ve heard what they say on the streets, haven’t you?”

You had. Of course you had, that rumor followed Bucky’s name or his brand new nickname, anyone who was aware of the change the city was going through had heard it.

A simple explanation, but a wrong one in your opinion.

“I thought you didn’t listen to rumors.”

“It has some truth to it though, wouldn’t you say?” Becca said with a sad smile. “Bucky Barnes has lost his anchor, and he’s taking it out on the city.”

You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, and offered her a small smile.

“Enjoy your coffee, Becca,” you said and walked past Alex, and pushed the door open to enter the kitchen.

Alex being there was like a fresh breath of air, especially after weeks of forcing yourself to get through the day at work. For the first time in a long time, you didn’t have to drag yourself to get through with the day, and you barely noticed the closing time had come.

“You’re joking!” you exclaimed, letting out a laugh and Alex shook his head, clutching his stomach, trying to control his laughter.

“Nope.”

“You actually-“

“In my defense, I was sixteen!” he said, “Not all of us were smart and calm at sixteen!”

“You asked a girl out by serenading her,” you said, desperate to breathe through laughter, “With a guitar. In the cafeteria.”

“Yeah and she rejected me.”

You gasped, “No!”

“Yep. In front of people and everything.”

“Ouch,” you licked your lips, “Sorry to hear that Romeo.”

“I was a romantic back then,” he said with a grin. “My theory is that my mom made me watch too many rom-coms. No one actually taught me how to ask girls out, so my only guide were rom com movies.”

“Your dad?”

“Died before I was born.”

You hissed in a breath. “My condolences.”

“It’s okay,” he waved a hand in the air. “That’s actually um - that’s kind of why I came over to say hi that day we met. Em was giving you a hard time and I thought…”

“Oh my God she was crying so hard at that café, I remember!” you said, “And thank you, you were such a great help that day.”

“Don’t even mention it. I’m a little familiar with how hard it is to raise a kid alone and I actually thought—”

“That I was her mom?”

“Yep.”

“You and the rest of the town for some reason.”

“Yeah what’s that about? I’ve heard some moms talk about it.”

“They think she’s my and Bucky’s illegitimate child,” you said, waving a hand in the air and he raised his brows.

“Please. Emma is too nice to be Barnes’s kid.”

“Or mine,” you pointed out and he raised his brows.

“I disagree. You’re not half bad if I do say so myself.”

A small giggle escaped from your mouth. “Is that supposed to be a compliment?”

“Hey, be glad I don’t burst into a song, you’ve just heard about that story—“ he started but the sound of the door opening diverted your attention. You turned your head to say you were closed, but as soon as you saw the figure by the door, your smile faded, your heart starting to pace in your chest.

Bucky.

He was here.

You could feel your throat tightening at the sight of him, memories rushing into your mind, making it hard for you to even breathe. Even though your body craved his presence and to be close to him, your heart felt as if it would leap out of your chest, anger spreading through your system.

It wasn’t supposed to be possible to want him and hate him at the same time.

He lingered there for just a moment before he pulled himself together, his brows furrowing at the sight of Alex and his eyes went from him to you. You could almost see the wheels turning in his head and he scoffed.

“Cute,” he commented, his voice bitter as he nodded at Alex. “Leave.”

“Alex, stay,” you said, not even averting your gaze from him. “He’ll ask nicely if he wants you to leave.”

Bucky’s eyes narrowed. “Are you serious?”

“Dead serious.”

“I’ll stay if you want me to,” Alex told you and Bucky’s jaw clenched, looking at you expectantly before he heaved a sigh.

“I need to talk to you, okay?”

You crossed your arms, shrugging your shoulders before he pinched the bridge of his nose.

“For fuck’s sake—Alex, will you please give us a moment?” he spat and Alex turned to look at you.

“It’s fine.”

“You sure?”

“Mm hm.”

“I’ll be right outside, just in case,” Alex pointed out and stepped out of the bakery as Bucky took a step closer to you. You kept your glare on him, leaning your back to the counter, your arms still closed.

“What do you want?”

Bucky pressed his lips together, staring at you before he shook his head, as if trying to shake off the thoughts.

“Hi.”

“What do you want?” you repeated and he licked his lips.

“I uh…” he cleared his throat, “I got your note.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“I tried to call you,” he said. “But I… did you block my number?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “I did. I thought it was enough of a message but I guess not.”

He swallowed thickly. “Um—how have you been?”

You arched a brow, staying quiet.

“How’s Emma?”

“Emma is none of your concern,” the simple sentence came out like a threat and he bit inside his cheek.

“I heard Sarah talking about the next year tuition, if you need—“

“I’d rather die than ask you for help,” you cut him off. “Thanks, I’ll pass.”

“Peaches—”

“Don’t fucking call me that.”

That seemed to make him pause and he took a deep breath.

“An undercover cop came here?”

“Yeah and he has nothing, he’s just looking for clues. I thought the note was clear enough, didn’t think I’d have to see you for a brainstorming session.”

“You have a name?”

“What, did you lose your sources in police or something? John Walker.”

“John Walker,” he repeated the name, texting someone before looking up from his phone. “Can I ask you something?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell him anything?”

You tilted your head. “I’m sorry?”

“I mean you….you could’ve. No one would blame you.”

“Jesus Christ, you really didn’t bother getting to know me at all, did you?” you asked. “I don’t know what I’m like in your imagination, but just because I hate your guts doesn’t mean I’ll betray my principles. It doesn’t work that way. I get why it’s confusing for you though.”

He closed his eyes for a moment before opening them again.

“Either way…” he said. “Thank you, I really appreciate it.”

You nodded your head, offering him a humorless smile. “Go fuck yourself James.”

He scoffed, a shadow crossing his eyes but you kept your glare on him.

“Good night Y/N,” he muttered softly before he walked out of the bakery and you felt your throat tightening as you blinked back the tears.

“What was that about?” Alex asked when he entered the bakery and you tried to swallow the lump in your throat.

“Nothing important.”

“You sure?” he said. “I mean…Y/N, don’t get me wrong but why would you still want to talk to him?”

You took a deep breath, then tried to smile.

“We have history,” you murmured. “That’s it, there’s nothing more to it.”

Chapter 24

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #mob au #mobster au

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star-puff · 3 years ago

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scintilla

sakusa x reader

warnings: alcohol consumption & subsequent drunkenness, very brief & implied nsfw (not explicit); past atsumu x reader

wc: 5k

a love story—from summer, to spring.

you and your salt-soaked pillows, it becomes a nightly ritual.

you can't exactly explain why it weighs on your heart so, not when you've known since the beginning what you and atsumu were. and maybe you were naive, your faint hopes of blossoming romance dwindling with each empty bed, each silent car ride, each one worded response. bombastic and fantastic, what follows is the equivalent of an empty candy shell, blown glass the shape of midnight makeouts and splotchy wisteria, forget-me-not shaped bruises on the pulse of your throat.

he is fickle-hearted towards the things he does not love. he only has room for so much, after all, for volleyball and his brother and his future and all the things you are not—all the things you cannot be.

miya atsumu isn't yours. he can't be, not when you have never been his.

you leave him on a summer's day. humidity at eighty-three percent that afternoon, the sight of him wavers from the sweltering heat rather than the tears you have already shed to depletion long ago.

if it was different, you think this would have been a perfect day for a date. cheap vanilla ice cream from convenience stores, a second helping of azuki kakigori after the soft serve has all but melted away, sticky touches and stickier kisses as you try to ignore the way your body burns, both inside and out. you like to imagine what could have been.

atsumu has never liked summer, though. you know this better than anyone.

"we should break up," you tell him, sandaled feet planted in the dirt.

you end it like it is—professional, amicable, distant in the way that your goodbyes have never known memories of youthful kisses or tender words or skin without the heat of desire lying beneath. it's quick, painless, but you suppose a better word for it would be 'numb.'

atsumu tilts his head, his weight shifted to one leg as his lips purse into a frown. it's more of inconvenience than anything else.

"okay," he replies, the cicada cries deafening in the background.

a wind chime clinks above you.

"okay."

it's still summer when you meet sakusa kiyoomi in the produce section of your local supermarket.

you've seen him before at the v.league dinners back when you were atsumu's plus-one, nothing more than a greeting nod and a glance passed between you two. there were bigger priorities then, like how much champagne you could drink before you were dangerously past buzzed, or the best way to be atsumu's arm candy while playing up your party charm. sakusa usually slinked to the corner, away from the noise and flare. not that it really stopped the cameras from flashing photos of him whenever the opportunities presented themselves.

but now, clad in a facemask, casual grey sweats and a tee, you wouldn't have even noticed him if not for his towering height.

you peer up at him. he peers back.

the two grannies in the bell pepper section start to gossip.

"you're miya's girlfriend, right?"

"ex, actually," you reply, a tinge of embarrassment in your voice. admitting it out loud sets in the finality. "we broke up a few days ago."

"oh," sakusa says lamely. the sprinkler above the lettuce and cabbage turns on. "sorry."

"no, it's fine," you laugh, waving him off. "it's not like you could have known."

atsumu didn't say anything, then. you weren't expecting him to, not in the slightest, but you're grateful nonetheless. truthfully, you want the whole affair to be done and gone, and you guess atsumu feels the same. dealing with the questions from fans about the disappearance of his mysterious plus-one is a problem for another time, and it will be a problem solely for him. you hope.

the air conditioning is almost too cold in the supermarket, the frigidness a stark contrast to the heat haze outside. nearby, continuous beeping of the cash register sounds, the rattling of baskets and carts interspersed between.

pursing your lip, you scan over the freshly misted vegetables below, choosing the first two heads of lettuce that suit your standards. you start to look down the line to the tomatoes a few sections away, only to have your gaze catch on sakusa next to you, his eyebrows furrowed, the most concentrated you’ve ever seen him. his basket is still empty, save for a single bag of kale sitting at the bottom.

his dilemma only seems to increase by the passing second.

“do you, um,” you hesitate. “do you need help?”

beep. beep.

“i don’t normally shop here,” he admits, solemn. “i can’t trust the quality so i have to check it myself.”

“oh.”

you bite your tongue, your eyes shifting down to the cabbage in front of you. it seems alright, just the regular red cabbage you always bought. there certainly wasn’t anything there to warrant suspicion or a look of concentration that intense for that long. maybe it was a pro-volleyball player thing, though, atsumu never seemed this picky about the food he ate. maybe it was just a sakusa kiyoomi thing.

a leftover water droplet plops onto one of the lettuce heads. a shopper comes to the cash register with a particularly large grocery list. beep. beep. beep.

“so… is it up to standard?”

you should have bitten your tongue harder.

sakusa broods in his thoughts for a little longer, a frown underneath his mask, then takes a head of lettuce and places it inside a translucent plastic bag. "yes."

"that's good."

a second passes, then two. alright, that's enough of that. you swivel on the ball of your foot, ready to speed-walk away.

"i moved to this area, recently," sakusa says suddenly. you pause, turning.

"in the new complex around the corner?"

he nods. "do you live in this area, too?"

"mhm," you say, switching your basket from one hand to the other. "my place isn't as fancy as yours, but it's nice. a few blocks from here, actually."

silence falls again. your finger taps against the basket handle.

"i'll see you around, then?" you ask, tilting your head.

sakusa dips his head. "yes. i'll see you around."

two weeks later, you see him again.

dressed in shorts and a hoodie, he was the person you least expected to meet during a 10:00PM emergency trip to the convenience store.

“hi again,” you greet, holding up a hand to wave.

he halts in his search through the shelves of the preserved foods aisle, his back straightening as he returns your greeting. “hello.”

the automatic door hisses open as a customer leaves, the obaa-san at the front sending a sweet “have a good day!” their way. the doorbell beeps its standard tune. all of this seems like an aching sense of deja vu.

“how are you?” you ask, a bottle of calpis in your hand. the top of the bottle is held tightly between your fingers, a habit of yours to avoid touching the condensation.

“i’m well,” he responds, before turning back to the assortment of snacks.

“what brings you here at this hour?” you peer at the shelves, seeing the assortment of different umeboshi brands. the calpis sways back and forth. “are you checking the quality of the pickled plums?”

sakusa nods, a finger to his chin. “i ran out this morning and i haven’t had the chance to buy more until tonight. a neighbor recommended this place, but i’m not sure which one is best.”

you hum, scanning the brands. “personally, i like this one.” switching the bottle to your other hand, you reach for the package with red plum blossoms on top, handing it to him. “they’re just the right amount of softness, and it's a lot less acidic compared to the others here.”

taking the package, sakusa ponders for a bit, before nodding in approval. “i’ll take your word for it. thank you.”

“no problem,” you smile, before starting to walk to the front.

“why are you here at this hour,” he asks, following behind you.

“oh,” you hold up your calpis, as well as a jar of tiger balm hidden in your fist. “my shoulder has been hurting lately—i think it’s because of all that desk work i’ve been doing. i was hoping it would take the pain away.”

“and the calpis?”

you give him a slight smile. “that’s just for self-indulgence.”

sakusa smiles back, if only just the slightest tilt of the lips. you consider it progress.

the line at the register moves up, and you take a few steps to follow the queue.

"i saw your match the other day," you mention, thumbing the lid of the tiger balm. "it was the best play of the season."

he blinks, tilting his head. "you watch?"

"ah, well," you resist the urge to rub the back of your neck. "as much as i hate to say it, dating atsumu made me a volleyball fan. even if we broke up, i still watch, sometimes."

maybe you just want to see familiar faces again, even if it means nothing but reminiscing old memories, but you try not to think about it too much.

"hi, obaa-san!" you say cheerily when you reach the front of the line, setting your items on the counter. "how are you? is your back getting better?"

the granny's eyes crinkle at the edges as she returns your hello, voice soft and kind. "how sweet of you to ask, i'm doing well. how are you, dear?"

you shrug, lighthearted. "oh you know me, just the same old same old."

she frowns at the jar of tiger balm, eyeing your shoulder. "is it still hurting?"

"it's getting better! the workload has gotten heavier recently, so i'm just trying to hold on until it's over with."

she places the two items in a plastic bag and hands it to you over the counter. "make sure to take care of yourself, dear. you wouldn't want to have your handsome boyfriend over here worrying, now would you?"

"my—" your gaze flies to sakusa, then back to the granny. you stumble a few steps forward out of habit, and sakusa quietly places his package of umeboshi on the counter.

"thank you." he waits patiently for her to scan it.

"obaa-san! he's not my boyfriend, he's just..." you hesitate, not sure what to say next. he's an acquaintance? he's my ex-boyfriend's teammate? he just goes to the same grocery stores as me? they all sound wrong coming off your tongue. "he's a friend," you finally settle on. "he's just a friend."

"are you sure?" she presses, scanning the umeboshi and handing it to sakusa. "you're just friends with such a well-behaved, handsome young man—"

"good bye, obaa-san!" you rush out, the doors hissing as you step on the mat. "have a good night!"

"but i have extra jellies for you—"

"good night, obaa-san!"

the doors shut behind you, just as sakusa walks through.

"i'm sorry about that," you say, face buried in your hands. "she really does mean well, she just says a lot sometimes."

the air is still humid, even without the sun bearing down. residual warmth from the day lies in the pavement, the asphalt radiating heat as cicadas continue their calls well into the night.

"please don't mind—"

"are we friends?" sakusa interrupts.

"huh?"

"you said we were friends, earlier," he states, eyes gazing intently into yours. "are we friends?"

oh my god.

"we're... friends if you want us to be," you say slowly. you're not really sure how you ended up in this mess, but there's no backing out now.

“okay,” he says after a moment of silence, and you almost jump. a car honks in the distance. “let’s be friends.”

you feel fucking sick.

what started out as a regular after-work dinner had turned into multiple rounds of lost drinking games which now leads you here, swaying in the street, shit-faced drunk, ready to hurl at any moment. each heavy footstep comes with a tilting of the axis, eyes closed as you try to not faceplant into the concrete.

it’s too hot, you think, even for an early september night. everything in your body burns hot and red and it reminds you too much of the summer you despise. heat haze, august daze, you only remember it in the ways you want to forget.

and it occurs to you, while you try to work through the buzzing in your ears, that someone has been calling your name for the past five minutes.

“sakusa-san,” you manage to slur out. the wall you’ve found yourself slumped against is surprisingly cool. “funny seeing you here.”

in full practice sweats stands sakusa kiyoomi, partially concerned, mostly confused. “you’re in front of my apartment.”

"oh," you giggle, delusional beyond belief. "what a coincidence." hand on your brow as if blocking nonexistent sun, you dramatically scan the apartment complex from top to bottom. "what a nice place you live in, sakusa-san."

the exaggerated movement causes you to stumble over your feet, and you begin to topple over until you're met with a hard chest supporting you from behind.

"oof."

his hands are gentle as they guide you back to your feet, even if the movement itself is awkward and stilted. "would you like to come in until you're feeling better?"

"did you know," you say, ignoring his question, "that sea otters hold hands when they sleep? sometimes they use kelp too, but it’s to prevent themselves from floating away...i want to be an otter, or kelp, or both—"

he calls your name again, slowly, uncharacteristically patient, and your mouth snaps shut. "would you like to come inside?"

your voice comes out quiet. "yes, please."

letting out a deep sigh, sakusa wraps your arm around his waist and helps you toddle your way up the stairs. halfway up your toe trips on the edge of the step and you come tumbling down, only for sakusa to catch you by the waist and pull you upright again.

your toe still stings for a while, after that.

eventually you make it to his door, and with the balancing of you by his side and the keys he struggles to get out of his right pocket with his left hand, sakusa manages to have both of you stumble inside. carefully, he leads you to the bathroom, narrowly avoiding leading you straight into a wall.

you wince as he flicks on the light, your eyes barely adjusting before he turns on the sink. his gaze is on you, expectant, arm still around your waist.

"you need to wash your hands," sakusa says, his unoccupied hand around the soap bottle. "it will only make you sick if you don't."

"but—"

"your hand, please."

grumbling, you let go of his waist, wetting your hands underneath the tap and sticking your right hand towards the soap dispenser. sakusa squeezes a good dollop into your palm, and you scrub diligently. he was as health-conscious as ever.

"are you done?" he asks, once all the suds have washed off.

you nod, and he hands you a clean towel from his neatly folded stack on the counter.

"thank you," you mumble, teetering slightly. sakusa's grip on your waist tightens.

"are you okay?" he puts a hand on your shoulder to steady you, but his voice comes in short bursts, the cotton in your ears turning to static.

"sakusa-san," you begin, faint, "i—"

that's all you can make out, before you hurtle towards the toilet and heave out what remains of your dinner. your body covered in cold sweat and your breath coming in heavy pants, you feel a light touch on your back as sakusa crouches next to you and begins to rub your back stiffly.

"i'm sorry—" you start heave again.

"it's fine," he replies awkwardly, even as he mutters 'i just cleaned the bathroom too' under his breath. reaching up to his drawer, he takes a spare hair tie and carefully ties your hair back, tucking loose strands behind your ears. "just let it all out."

after a few minutes of dry heaving, you spit out the rest of the bile, wiping the edge of your mouth and runny nose with a torn piece of toilet paper before flushing it down the toilet. you sniff, rasping out another apology to sakusa, before slowly lowering yourself to the ground.

"let me just...rest for a bit…."

"wait, don't—"

before he can finish his objection you are already fully sprawled out on the floor, eyes closed and limp. you let out a low groan; sakusa stares at you in dismay.

“you can’t sleep here,” he says placatingly, trying to pull your limbs up. “it’s unhygienic.”

“just let me die—”

“no, come on—” in one swift motion, he has you in his arms with your face nuzzled in his chest. your fingers latch onto his shirt. “let’s get you to bed, okay?”

the walk to his bedroom is a quiet affair, your head still pounding and buzzing. sakusa smells of fresh detergent, like fabric softener soaked into the threads of the cloth. the best way you could really describe him is clean—unblemished, unstained. you take in another deep breath.

“i want to be kelp in the ocean,” you mumble as he sets you down on his bed.

“so you’ve said,” he responds, handing you a glass of water. “drink.”

“no,” you rescind your previous statement, taking sips. “i think i want to be an otter after all. to be tucked to someone’s side forever, treasured, never forgotten.”

he takes the glass from your hands when you begin to nestle it in your lap and sets it on the bedside table. “get some rest. i’ll see you in the morning.”

sakusa begins to walk away, and you latch onto the edge of his shirt, pulling him closer again. “don’t leave.”

“i have to.” heat stings in the back of your eyes. “i’m just going to the living room, you’ll be fine.”

you shake your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. you hate to have people see you cry—it feels too weak, too vulnerable. "i won’t. i won’t. sakusa-san, i—" you choke on your words, twisting the fabric between your fingers. "i'm so fucking lonely."

it all comes rushing back. empty beds, wisteria bruises, hollow, fickle heart-shaped candy shells that only cracked the more you tried to fill. you’ve always asked for too little and wanted too much, and maybe that was why you were here, clutching onto salt-stained shirts instead of salt-soaked pillows, hoping for this to not become a new nightly ritual.

it’s strange how it’s gotten this far—how he’s allowed it to get this far. a part of you expects him to push you away despite your pleas, to shake his head and turn the other way. you wouldn’t even remember any of this tomorrow, if you were lucky.

and yet, sakusa brings you closer, his thumb tracing circles in the nape of your neck. you let out a shuddering breath, your hiccups subsiding.

“okay,” he says, quietly. “okay, i’ll stay.”

the first thing you wake up to in the morning is a splitting headache, fade-to-black memories, and the strangest inkling that you’ve done something terribly, terribly wrong.

clutching your forehead, you look to the side and see a glass of water and two pills on a plate, with a note in neat handwriting.

painkillers. make sure to take them.

you blink, trying to remember what exactly happened last night, and—oh. oh. you’re so fucked.

stumbling out of bed, you pop in the two pills before finding him in the kitchen washing the dishes.

“you’re awake, good morning.”

“i am so sorry,” you blurt out, ringing your fingers together. they had his shirt in between them last night, tears soaking the fabric—your eyes are probably puffy, though you haven’t gathered the courage to look in the mirror yet. everything about last night reeks of embarrassment. “i really didn’t mean to intrude, if you never want to see me again i'd totally get it—"

"hey," sakusa interrupts, turning off the faucet. "i'm not mad."

your thoughts come to a halt. "you're not?"

"it's fine," he shrugs, placing his bowl onto the drying rack. "i wouldn’t have left you outside at night when you were drunk like that."

"i—" your mouth clamps shut. "thank you."

it’s not as if it comes as a surprise to you that sakusa is a good person. you hadn’t thought he was a bad person, not by any means, but from the rumors you had heard about how closed off he was and the amount of times he had simply ignored anything not concerning volleyball, you would have assumed he really would have just left you there. you probably would have, if placed in the same circumstances.

"do you," you hesitate, looking around. "do you not have practice today?"

"we have sundays off," sakusa explains, leaning against the counter with his hands in his pockets. he gestures to your shoulder. "does it still hurt?"

"oh, this?" you laugh lightly, shrugging. "yeah, we just got done with our big project so it's all good now."

the clock ticks.

you begin to back away. "well, i should probably go, but, i really can't thank you enough for last night."

“like i said, it's no problem. besides,” he says, after a moment’s hesitation. “we’re friends. it’s what friends do.”

right. friends. and everything clicks into place.

what follows after is a flurry of unexpected events—the exchanging of numbers, coincidental meetings at obaa-san's convenience store, bimonthly shopping trips to the grocery store where you inspect the greens in the produce section together before you bring them home. to your surprise, sakusa starts becoming more of a friend than in name alone.

you learn that he has a cousin named komori who plays for the ejp raijins, that he actually did attend college before joining the jackals, and that he has a habit of crinkling his nose when he finds something he dislikes—you discover this during his many retellings and complaints of his rambunctious teammates. it's endearing, really.

and if you find yourself smiling at the fabric softener that he had personally recommended and gifted to you, you don't think much of it.

"would you like to come over for dinner?" sakusa offers one day while shopping for beets.

you smile, placing a bundle of cilantro into his cart. "i would love to."

night falls, you cook dinner together at his apartment, one thing leads to another and suddenly it becomes a ritual to have dinner at his place whenever time allows.

tonight, in particular, you’ve entertained yourselves to a nice steak and wine meal to celebrate his latest victory in an adlers v. jackals match. you’d insisted on having it being a little nicer than usual, and sakusa didn’t argue against the idea of red wine with company, so here you were at 10:00PM, sipping on sakusa’s favorite red wine on his couch as the two of you bask in the nightly ambiance.

"i think if i were an animal," he starts, cheeks rosy, "i would want to be a duck."

you stifle a laugh, a little tipsy yourself. "i think that suits you."

tipsy sakusa is the eighth wonder of the world, you've discovered. with a little encouragement and a glass of alcohol, he becomes the most expressive he'll ever be; you cherish sakusa in this state while he lasts.

"do you still want to be an otter?" he asks, almost hushed.

you hum, contemplating. you still can't believe he remembers your ramblings from that night, but he never fails to bring it up when you least expect it. "sometimes. i think most of the time i just miss having someone by my side, you know? i envy that about them."

swirling the glass absentmindedly, you take another sip. sakusa looks at you, something indiscernible in his eyes. placing his glass down on the coffee table, he turns back to you, determination set.

"i could be by your side," he says, and you immediately sober.

"what?"

"i could be by your side," he repeats, grazing your cheek with the lightest of touches. you almost jump at the sensation. "would you be by mine?"

he leans in closer, his palm now fully rested on the curve of your face. the low thrum of the dishwasher, soft classics playing through the record player you'd gifted him weeks ago, the ticking of the clock as it edges closer to midnight. your mind is frighteningly clear through it all.

your hand comes up to meet his, a steady breath as your eyes flicker from his eyes to his lips and back again. you check it with yourself—once, twice. and then you lean forward, your lips touching his, scarlet-stained and ready for the chase.

the morning after comes softly, slowly, the sun rising and the birds tweeting along with the stretching of muscles and delicate touching of skin. it’s different from your past, the skin to skin, mouth on neck, affection in the way where each kiss means something more than just desire.

sakusa reaches for you first, always. it comes as a shock, his former touch-prone habits morphing into arms around waists, face nuzzled into the nape of your neck. you want it to mean something, for you to be special, if only to him.

you remember how atsumu would reach for you, only after you called for him. you remember atsumu, always on the verge of saying the name of someone else. you remember that you were neither his past, nor his future—you were never anything.

it all comes crashing down.

contrary to what many of your fellow peers believe, sakusa kiyoomi is not sloppy seconds.

sloppy seconds are reserved for repainted flowers on messy canvases, for melted popsicle sticks and burnt caramel and orange rind-stained nails that make you think of the crackling heater and blistering winds of a winter alone. it is not meant for him, for this, whatever this is.

he is not like you; sakusa could never be a sloppy second.

sakusa kiyoomi is petrichor before the rain, sunlight absorbed in freshly dried comforters, the soft billowing of curtains through open windows during spring's first morning breeze. he is the calm before the storm.

or maybe he is just the calm, and you are the storm—the salt pillows, smeared lip, cracked plate, sole-crushed rotten peach pit on pavement. maybe you are everything you have been told you would be, everything you have been made to be.

you think you love him, truthfully. you think you love him so deeply and earnestly that all you have left to give is love. but giving has never been the issue.

you have been bled dry, too abused by the truth that time is forever flowing, and yet you are a broken hourglass, sand endlessly pouring out of the cracks into an abyss with nothing to receive in return. and you suppose part of it is your fault, for allowing it to continue happening even as you watch your wounds bleed into oblivion, but you are locked into a picture-perfect fantasy where life is but moments in a frame.

but each day comes with something different: the bleary blinking away of morning streams of light, the dancing of fingers, push-pull-entwine-tighten, dryer-hot sheets against bare skin, drowsy laughter still left in the afterglow of the night before. you’re his first, he reminds you. first hand to hold, first body to embrace, first kiss out of a dream. what you feel is love—not just yours, but his too.

you are not a sloppy second; you could never be, not to him.

you meet miya atsumu again on a spring night. it’s a party full of glitz and glamour, annual v.league award afterparties never failing to make the celebrations the most extravagant they could possibly afford. though, you would never complain about being invited to these events, not when it gave you an excuse to dress up and drink.

sakusa had been pulled away by sponsors as soon as you had arrived, leaving you alone with a flute of champagne, a purse, and in the fancy black silk slip sakusa had given to you months prior.

“wear it to the events,” he had said, a teasing look in his eyes. “it’ll make them finally worth attending.”

you would think after all his insistence that he would actually be with you during said events, but you suppose old habits die hard. escaping to a corner away from the mayhem, you lean against the wall and sigh, waiting. the stilettos you’d brought seem to have no purpose other than to induce pain, but that was the price you had to pay for beauty.

and then someone calls your name.

you’d recognize his voice from anywhere, the friendly drawl, carefree spirit that never seems to disappear, atsumu comes up next to you and waves.

"hey."

you wave awkwardly back. "hey."

you stare at each other for a few seconds before your gaze diverts to the chandelier-lit ceiling, the marble floor, anywhere but him.

“so," atsumu swirls his champagne, leaning against the wall next to you. "sakusa, huh?"

he’d probably seen you come in together. you resist the urge to fiddle with the fabric of your dress, staring holes into the shiny golden floor. “yeah.”

you don’t really know what else to say. there’s a beat of silence, one filled with the low thrum of party chatter and the flashing of a shutter and everything else you used to hear when you used to come here with him instead of sakusa. it feels familiar, yet not at all.

“are you happy?” he asks suddenly, and you startle. glancing up at him, all you can see as you meet his warm brown eyes is sincerity, a far cry from that summer day. though maybe it isn’t, and you were just too wrapped up in hopeless, fantastical dreams to see. his eyes were always sincere, you realize, ever since the day you’d met him.

your wounds have been closed long ago, stitched and scarred over from where they had been torn apart and alcohol-drenched. you think this is what true healing feels like.

“i am,” you respond, smiling.

he chuckles, just the way you had loved. “okay.”

on this night, there is just you, atsumu, and forgiveness—for him, and yourself. this is your peace.

“okay.”

"are you still lonely?" sakusa asks quietly, his thumb tracing circles into the skin of your thigh.

the remnants of last night's rain tap on the window outside, a steady rhythm that threatens to lull you back to sleep. tap, tap, tap.

"no." you draw him closer, inhaling thread-lost morning sun. he's warm, still, like spring. "not anymore."

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Here you go @jsab-fujii, a piping hot meal for you! Now sitting at 5.4k words with only the first scene completed, have a sneak peak below the cut!🤫

(Some details may be out of context/spoilers for my canon but idk that I’ll ever be able to actually sit down and write everything out so feel free to send me asks about it if you have questions☺️)

“I’m sorry that I missed so much of it,” she lamented quietly. “I would have supported you, you know that.”

“Don’t apologize to me, Eliana,” Lu murmured. “I’ve been able to grow a lot. I missed you so much it hurt at times, yes, but…knowing you were on your way, knowing that you were safe, helped immensely. And I found myself growing excited with every story I gleaned that I could tell you once you returned.” He leaned back and peered down at her. “I think you’ll be pleased to find out that I’ve been reacquainted with some old friends, as well.”

Eliana opened her mouth, but the subtle jingling of Chimecho’s approach prompted the pair of them to ease back from their embrace. Eliana watched the wind chime Pokemon slip through the gap in the doorway with a basket gathered in her tail. “I have a special delivery!” she chimed with a smile, glancing behind her. “And I brought Team Sunrise as you requested, Guildmaster Lucario.” She set down the basket and slipped back out.

Lu stood up, as did Eliana—her heart pounded as a familiar voice reached her first. “…I’m afraid I still don’t understand what all the formality is about, Chimecho, but—”

She couldn’t take it anymore.

“Grovyle?” Eliana blurted out, her tail curling over her spine as the wood gecko Pokemon emerged into view.

He froze, citrine eyes rounding to impossible proportions when he spotted her. “Eliana?”

She didn’t know who moved first. She couldn’t find it in herself to care—all she was concerned about was hugging her original partner as tightly as she could manage with her front legs, squeezing him tight and burying her nose into the crook of his jaw, terrified that if she let him go that she would lose him once more. (She couldn’t bear it a third time. It would kill her, surely.)

His arms clamped down around her back instantly, his snout digging into her neck as his claws dug into her pelt—but she didn’t mind that, either, too occupied with the words spilling from his mouth. “Oh, Eliana, I never thought I’d see you again—Lu said you’d gone when we arrived here and I didn’t know how long it would take and…you don’t know how I’ve missed you. Oh, how I have missed you, Eliana.” He sank onto his haunches to tug her closer, his body trembling as hot tears soaked into her fur. “You’re all right. You’re truly all right. I’m…I’m so relieved. How grateful I am…I can’t express.”

Eliana blinked away her tears, likewise, the brunt of emotion flooding her capacity for fine motor skills or rational thought. She clung to him as best as she was able with her new body, the ends of her own blunt claws thankfully harmless to his scales in spite of her desperation. “I thought I lost you,” she breathed. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t be with you when we restored Temporal Tower, and that you had to gather the Time Gears by yourself the first time—I’m sorry that you were branded a criminal and hunted down like one. I’d take that blow for you a thousand times over, even if it meant losing my memory again, but I’m so sorry that you had to be alone for so long, even at the end.”

“I wasn’t alone—I had Celebi, and…” Grovyle leaned back, then, brows furrowing as he tore away his gaze to glance towards Lu. “I…Eliana, you…” He stared at her for a long moment, anxious yet hopeful. “…you remember?”

Eliana looked to Lu, likewise, still very lost as to where everyone stood at the present moment.

“When Eliana and I went to Star Cave to have our wishes granted,” Lu told Grovyle patiently, as though he’d shared some of it before, at least. “I was the one who made a wish for her to be able to return to the future. She, on the other hand, wished for her memory to be restored. She received it from the Dimensional Scream that night.” He smiled, eyes twinkling. “I wanted that, at least, to be a surprise, even if you were expecting her to show up eventually.”

Grovyle pulled back to cup her face, gently knuckling the damp, matted trails under her eyes with a tender, awestruck expression. “I…it would have been enough for me to see you again…” he murmured, voice tight—he glanced upwards before shutting his eyes, taking a deep breath to steady himself, “…but I am so thankful.” He smiled a bit, eyes glimmering with lingering tears. “Even if you’re still a Pokemon…you are still my most trusted partner.”

Eliana laughed wetly. “Do you like it? I…I chose this form because of you.”

Grovyle chuckled, running a claw along the edge of her ear. “I’m most flattered that I had an impact on you even after…even though you only knew me for a brief time, then.”

“Grovyle,” approached a melodic voice just outside, “you wandered off with dearest Chimecho without saying anything, leaving us to—oh!”

“Celebi,” Eliana greeted with a tentative smile, sitting once more but remaining close to the wood gecko Pokemon fixed at her side.

“Ohhh, come here, you—I thought I sensed the Passage opening this morning!” Celebi giggled, zipping into the room to barrel Eliana into a hug, likewise. Eliana planted a paw on her back to steady the time travel Pokemon, tucking her chin over the shiny’s dainty shoulder. “I’m so happy to see you alive and well—and look at you!” She fluttered her wings and patted Eliana’s cheeks, hovering between Eliana and Grovyle, who looked on in amusement. “You’ve grown so big! And I am so glad you chose the superior evolution, you could’ve picked any other and yet you chose to emulate our dearest Grovyle and myself—it’s the best compliment I’ve ever received!”

Eliana laughed. “I’m so happy you’re both doing well.” She looked at the scarf around her neck, and the badge clasping it—then noticed that Grovyle, likewise, wore one on the same tattered, torn bow she’d had in the future. “Don’t tell me—you’ve formed an exploration team, too? And I missed it?”

“Yep! We’re Team now Sunrise!” Celebi boasted, flipping midair with a flourish. “Your old friend Lucario here was so kind as to allow us to register without undergoing the apprenticeship—plus we know the world-famous Team Relic personally—I believe we have enough experience on our own to be successful, what do you think?”

“I think I couldn’t imagine anyone better suited,” Eliana told her earnestly, looking back over to Grovyle. “I’m so proud of both of you.”

“As we are immensely proud of you, my friend,” Grovyle returned.

Eliana looked at Lu. “I know you couldn’t possibly tell me everything that’s happened in one night, but…” She let out a soft laugh. “I find myself wanting to stay up until morning if that’s what it takes. I want to know everything!” She turned back to the grass-type duo. “After you returned to the future, Grovyle…what happened then? You saved us from Dusknoir, but…”

The smiles on both of their faces dimmed just so, and they exchanged a wary glance. “About that…” Celebi began, reticent.

Grovyle reached out and grasped her shoulder. “As has been mentioned, there have been many changes,” he started carefully, “and things happened between then and now that have long since fallen by the wayside that may prove…ah, difficult to reconcile, given the freshness of certain memories.”

Eliana frowned. “What do you mean?”

Grovyle opened his mouth to continue, but Eliana’s attention was stolen by a subtle movement in her upper peripheral. A set of pale fingers curled around the edge of the door, pulling it open slowly. Then the dusky arm, the broad shoulders, the painfully familiar hulking frame of the Pokemon who had nearly crushed her in his fist when she had been too small and too frail to fight back—the same one who had hunted her and Grovyle down for what had felt like years, and who had nearly had them and Lu executed in cold blood.

Eliana’s blood froze like ice. Her instincts reacted before her mind ever could.

Dusknoir let out a bellow as she tackled him out of the doorway, knocking him back and sending the wood paneling careening against the frame with an ear-ringing bang. An Energy Ball was already launched from her bared teeth before he had the chance to recover, and the blast from its resulting explosion filled the second level of the Guild with a cloud of dust. A heavy thud indicated that the Gripper Pokemon had collided with the rocky wall behind him, and Eliana was already charging through the smoke with the crested leaf on her forehead sharpened into an unforgiving Leaf Blade. She jumped and twisted to strike the ghost-type, but a broad hand snatched her by the middle.

“Eliana!” Grovyle shouted somewhere behind her, “what are you doing?!”

Eliana contorted and bit the bend of Dusknoir’s arm as hard as she could. With a grunt of pain, he dropped her—she landed on her feet and lunged back a full three paces, well out of his reach.

“Wait!” Celebi cried. “Just a moment, Eliana!”

A commotion to her right drew her eyes just for a moment—as the dust settled with the wind through the windows, she saw the other Guild graduates crowding around the mess hall’s entrance to figure out what was going on.

It was only Lu’s bark that stayed her brewing attack. “Eliana, stop!”

The verdant Pokemon’s harsh breathing filled the sudden ear-ringing silence, her sides heaving, her teeth bared, and her tail lashing harshly. The glaring light accumulating along the photosynthetic ends of her ears and tail faded slowly, but the fur along her spine stayed on end. Her blazing eyes never strayed from the gargantuan ghost-type cowering in the corner.

…He was cowering, wasn’t he?

Eliana’s face scrunched into a scowl as she eyed him angrily, ears flattening against her head. He was hunched over himself despite being well over twice her size—even now, even after she’d evolved—with his arms crossed over his torso and his hands held open and out in order to shield himself from her.

Lu’s paw on her back, petting down her bristling fur, did little to soothe the hear racing in time with her heartbeat. “Eliana,” he rumbled close to her ear, slowly wedging himself between her and the gripper Pokemon, “it’s all right. Just relax. He isn’t going to do anything to anyone anymore.”

Grovyle’s voice appeared at her other side, his claws curling under her chin in an effort to draw her murderous glare away from the embodiment of all her fears and the source of her overprotectiveness. “He won’t hurt you, Eliana. Take a deep breath. Easy—hey, look at me.”

She met Grovyle’s steady, unflinching gaze as the effects of the adrenalin rush began to taper out, leaving her trembling in its wake, as well as from the exertion of such a sudden, powerful volley of attacks. The unrealized Solar Beam fizzled out completely as she swallowed and exhaled shakily.

“Trust me, Eliana,” Grovyle murmured to her resolutely, unblinking.

The tension eased slowly as she stood down, and the graduates murmured quietly amongst themselves, looking at Eliana with some apprehension. Lu and Grovyle stayed on either side of her, continuing to touch her as Celebi drifted over to Dusknoir, flitted around him, and inspected his wounds.\

“Celebi,” Grovyle rumbled, “why don’t you take Dusknoir back to the bluff for now?” He glanced up at the aura Pokemon. “Lu and I will stay here with Eliana and…explain…everything.”

“All of you,” added Lu, looking at the old Guild members, “I think it’s best that you head out for the night.”

Eliana tensed as everyone started moving at once—even with the grounding weight of Lu and Grovyle’s paws on her back and the distance she’d put between herself and Dusknoir, watching him rise to his full height and being painfully reminded of just how big he was…and how much power he wielded because of it…made the vulnerable, betrayed little Eevee buried down deep inside quake in unmitigated terror.

Dusknoir said not a word as he eased past them, but his eye lingered on her long enough that her skin began to crawl—the down-turned crease of his mouth and the hunch of his shoulders be damned.

I may or may not be writing about my pmd explorers canon, post-post-game specifically…

It may or may not be about my hero reuniting with a certain trio of the future, particularly focused on a certain ghost-type…

I may or may not be extremely tempted to post it even though it’s supposed to be a chapter in a longfic…but I might be persuaded otherwise…

…It also may or may not be sitting at 4.5k words atm…🫡

We’ll see🤭

#fisara’s answers #pokemon #pokemon mystery dungeon #explorers of sky #self rb #leafeon/eliana #lu/lucario #grovyle #celebi #dusknoir #fanfiction #I may also draw something for this…hmmm…#ao3: in the morning light

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badlucksav · 3 years ago

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Random Headcanons

I’m bored so I’m just gonna yeet some of my headcanons into the void. Do with them what you will.

The Fire Nation is really big into blown glass and metalworking because it’s something that they can use their element for. Glass-blowing is especially popular because only very talented benders make the best stuff, so it’s highly sought after and a huge demand for the upper classes. I like to think that Zuko tries (and fails) to make Katara pretty wind chimes and sun catchers before he finally makes one he likes and gifts it to her, maybe as an anniversary present.

It’s pretty well established that once upon a time, the Fire Nation was big on the arts. Festivals, dancing, theater, all of that. And it was mostly done away with during the war. So once the war is over, Zuko begins a renaissance of the arts. He brings it back in schools, and brings back all the old festivals, and hosts big balls at the Fire Nation palace. The Fire Lord is known to go to the theater at least once a month. Katara loves this too, and she even introduces some Southern Water Tribe arts.

The Water Tribes are big oral story-tellers. The South Pole lost some of their traditions during the war, but they bring it back when the war is over. The whole tribe will get together, have a huge feast, and party into the night with music and dancing and costumes, telling the history of their people and their spirits.

Zuko doesn’t make Katara a new betrothal necklace. That’s a Northern Water Tribe tradition. Instead, he forges a new crown for her, made from silver and shaped into a crescent moon, inlaid with sapphires and diamonds. And that’s what he proposes with. Her wardrobe is also a mix of blues, whites, silvers, reds, and golds, and Zuko’s starts to get more diversified as well with her nation’s colors.

The GAang all try to take a vacation together every year, and try to go to a different place each time. Ember Island, the Northern Air Temple, the South Pole, etc. Some years not all of them can make it, but they try.

Sokka and Suki split their time between the South Pole and traveling the Earth Kingdom. This is part of what inspires Sokka to build Republic City, with Aang, Zuko, and King Kuei’s support.

Katara doesn’t advocate for the outlawing of bloodbending. Instead, she advocates for it to be illegal when used against one’s will and in a harmful way. She practices bloodbending for medical purposes, and teaches it waterbender healers too.

Sokka and Suki are the first members of the GAang to get married, followed by Zuko and Katara, and then Toph and Aang.

#headcanons #gaang headcanons #avatar headcanons #atla #zutara #sukka #taang #savage’s headcanons

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cafecourage · 3 years ago

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The moment they realized they loved you. (Isekai Au Edition) Part 1

Because this was my first time doing this I went a little crazy. If you want more information on this AU here is the Link!

Time:

- It had been welcomed with open arms.

- You two are literally the opposite but also very similar. Time is calm and stoic. You are chaotic and loud. But both of you are very cryptic.

- You’re the only person in the kingdom of hyrule currently that remembers what he had gone through. He feels like he can trust you with anything.

- It’s started with a slip up by wind and just spiraled out of control.

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Time was discussing the groups inventory with Twilight and Wild when it happens. A small slip of the tongue followed by a laughter that could be mistaken as a fairy chime. He looked over to see your bright smile shining through under your hood. In front of you was the target of your amusement, the youngest link.

“That’s so cute!” You exclaimed to the horror of Wind, who was red in embarrassment. “Wait who’s dad?”

“Can we let this go?” The teen was covering his face now.

“It’s Time.” Four said without looking up from his book. Utter chaos broke loose in camp with just a few words. A chorus of any forms of agreement was making you laugh even harder. Time though covering up his true feelings about the situation was very lost. While yes, he acknowledged that he had slowly became the father figure of the group. That title didn’t involve you.

Unless…

“Time! I didn’t know we were married!” You bounced over to their leader looking at him with a playful smirk.

A life with you flashes in his head.

There could be a small cottage farm surrounded by the forest that reminding him of his old family and home. You could take care of the garden while he could take care the animals. In a few years the two of you might just have a few kids running around. Playing with each other without a care in the world. No more fighting. No more traveling. Just a simple lifestyle with a tight knit family. It looked peaceful. Everything he would want.

“You should have told me.” He was brought back to the present by your face looking up at him expectedly.

“I thought you knew.” He said super seriously. “We’ve got to raise nine children together already.”

“Hey! I raised you during the war old man!” Warriors called out from across camp.

“You’re the uncle then!” (Y/n) countered “I already say Twilight is our first born!” You declared pointing to Time’s flustered descendent. The rest of the conversation was tuned out as he went back to his thoughts once more.

Time lived longer than most of the heroes here by age 11. Yet not once did he stop to think about a future and family. He was so busy trying to keep out of hero work that it just slipped. Yet see you with the other heroes, knowing now that you were just as much a parental figure to the others as him. It made his softer just thinking about it and he welcomed that warm fuzzy feeling with open arms.

Reaching out he brush’s hair out of your face to kiss your temple. “I’ll propose to you properly later.” He said in a teasing tone to suggest he was only joking to hide the truth in that statement. Seeing your entire face flush red was really worth it.

“Gross Mom and Dad are flirting!”

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- He’ll never once tell you straight if he liked you or was just playing along with the ongoing joke that the chain has.

- This time instead of you observing him. He wants to see how far he can go until confessing.

- It drives you crazy. Since you can’t get a read on him. You attempt to flirt back in retaliation. However, it always ends with you being the most flustered.

- Who knew the Old Man had it in him?

Twilight:

- It became a melancholic hopeless feeling that spiral out of control.

- He already had his heartbroken by someone before and he knows he shouldn’t get attached to you too.

- Yet he can’t stop himself from wanting to be near you. He heard you so clearly before.

- Now that he can actually speak to you directly, he wants to get to know his other travel companion more.

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Being alone in the forest with you wasn’t what Twilight planned when dropped in a different Hyrule but here you two where. You offered to go on patrol with him when the others were setting up camp claiming it was too see if you could identify the era. It didn’t matter since Twilight enjoyed your company no matter what. The lack of conversation between the two of you didn’t bother him. If anything, it felt the most natural. Only a few words were needed for the two of you to understand each other. “Do you mind if I use my wolf form?” Twilight asked fiddling with the chain that attached to the shadow crystal around his neck.

You paused to think about it. “I mean you can. But be aware I will baby talk you.”

This got Twilight to stop walking. Maybe he lied. He doesn’t need a few words to understand your thought process. “Excuse me?”

“I can’t control myself around cute creatures.” You simply stated like it was the most obvious thing.

Instead, Twilight was burning up. You thought his wolf form was cute? Of all things you used that word? What did you think of human Twilight if you thought like that? Did he want to even know? He was searching for any way to take this conversation but it all lead to dead ends. “Cute?” Was all he could ask. His voice pitching up as he got flustered.

“Yeah?” You looked at him just as confused as he was. “Wolves are just like big dogs and to be honest you look more like a giant dog then a wolf.” Your explanation did not help at all with his situation. “If it makes you feel better you’re very handsome as a Hylian and also built like an go-“

Twilights brain was malfunctioning he couldn’t hear any more of what you had to say about him. He grabbed on to the shadow crystal, turning into his wolf form he ran. He didn’t hear you call out his name in surprise.

Hylia, what was wrong with him? You were just a friend. A very blunt yet gentle friend. Nothing more. Nothing less. Why was his heart racing so much? He had heard you shower him in complements before while on his first adventure. But hearing you say it to his face with no shame whatsoever was a different story.

Twilight knew what these feelings were and deep down he really wanted to act on them. But was it ok? Was his heart finally healing from his last love? Twilight was already aware this time that you had to leave at some point. He didn’t need to act on them despite wanting to. He could just be your friend and continue the relationship like that.

His heart was already breaking a second time.

Twilight was in love you and it was driving him crazy.

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- Like Time, Twilight isn’t going to tell you about his feelings. Instead, he is going to forever pine for you.

- It’s going to be a slow process and you need to be aware that he will get hurt if you’re going to go back home.

- He’ll see you off with a smile, but as soon as your gone he will break.

Warriors:

- It was full of denial and fear.

- He went through the receiving end of someone’s obsessive love.

- And it doesn’t help that you’ve watched over their adventures. He vowed to not get that close to you.

- There was a need to destroy the endearing feeling he sees when you smile at him.

- Yet seeing you with a sad far out look on your face makes him scramble to your side to find out what’s wrong.

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It was just the two of you. Weaving throughout the crowds of castle town. You were currently in Four’s Era and in the middle of the Picori festival. The group was long spilt up, leaving Warriors alone with the dimensional traveler. Soon even (Y/n) was walking away from him. He didn’t know why he followed, the argument in his head was telling him that it was so they didn’t get lost. Yet there was a part of him that knew that wasn’t it.

“Where are you going anyway?” He thought to finally ask as you reached a quieter area. “It’s going to be hard to spend time in the festival from here.”

“Yeah, that’s the point.” You were a bit snappy today, “shouldn’t you find someone else to hang out with?” Warriors just shrugged as you slowed your pace down to pause in front of the small river that ran through castle town. The silence now filled with the rushing of water as you sat on the bridge.

Against his better judgement Warriors sat next to you. Finally, he got to talk to you one on one but the normally impulsive and excitable person Warrior’s grew to expect had changed in that moment.

You looked so tired.

“Hey Link?” You finally called out to him “I know I shouldn’t ask you this but…” hesitation was new to your character. “How do I even start?” You rake a hand through your hair. Sweeping a part of your hair out of your eyes. “Was I ever helpful during your Adventure?”

Oh… Oh he really wasn’t the right person for this talk.

You look back you and towards the festival and he followed your gaze. From where they were he could only spot a few of his party members. Wind was with Legend and Hyrule playing some of the stall games. While Four was with his Zelda holding hands as she pulled him further into the crowd. “Last time I saw this festival it ended up destroyed by Vaati.” The wind mage was only brought up a few times by Four. All Warriors really knew was that the villain was supposed to be sealed away by the Four Sword, and that his power was connected by the dark mirror. “I found myself wondering if my presence even mattered.” Your shoulder slumped in defeat as you curled into yourself.

The instant need to comfort shot through Warriors. He wanted to reach out. He fought the urge to hold you. He bites his tongue when he started to think of embellished words to make you feel better.

What was wrong with him?

Warriors had to say something though. “I don’t know about Four or the others.” He didn’t even think about your presence in his adventure too much. If anything, he actively tried not to think about it. Here you were though a person and not a figment of in his imagination. “During the war, your voice and presence is what broke the tension. The moments that could have been my lowest, you were there saying things that I wanted to repeat out loud.” There was a fondness while he was looking back at the memories. From the moment he ran on the battle field foolishly as a trainee soldier. His pride grew upon hearing your praise and surprise when seeing him fight for the first time. To your excitement while meeting his friends from the other Eras. He shared your sentiments about Mask as you cooed over the child as Warriors fought by his side. Then your anger, disgust and pity towards Cia. While on his side, your empathetic nature had you morning during her passing. These where just the tip of the iceberg.

Just having someone voice out mutual thoughts on a situation helps when you can’t do it on your own. You feel crazy thinking the way you do. “With you there it’s like you always have someone by your side cheering you on and supporting you.” He paused to look at you. Conflicting emotions clashing together. You turn to look at him, your eyes only briefly visible through your bangs. Curiosity and guilt were swarming with in them. “I’m not the person to talk to about this.” He finally admitted out loud. “But I would be lying if I said your presence wasn’t important to us.”

The silence that followed was deafening. Was that not what he was supposed to say? Warriors tried to stay calm under your gaze.

You let out a huff of laughter covering your mouth and turning away from him a bit to calm down. “I didn’t think about it like that.” There was a pause where you looked back at the festive before turning back to smiling softly at him. “Thanks Cap.”

The smile that you had on your lips had Warriors stomach do back flips. A blush decorated his face as he turns away. “It’s something that should have been said a while ago.” He manages to say without stuttering.

You were really pretty.

The sound of a picto box followed by winds snickering, was ignored when the thought had just register in his head. He finally realized how far he fell for you.

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- one by one his defenses lowered.

- With every smiled sent his way, with every laugh that he earned. He found himself wanting more.

- He slowly opens up, a slow process but it wasn’t as scary as he thought it was going to be.

- A teasing nickname here. A gentle touch there. He realizes he has gone too far.

(Part 2)

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #lu twilight #lu warriors #lu time #London fog tea

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gryffindors-weasley · 4 years ago

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Closed For Business

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Summary: When an unexpected visitor arrives at your bookstore, jealousy ensues.

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: flirting, jealousy, fluff, kissing

Your shift at William and Bette’s Bookstore hadn’t been too terrible that day. It most certainly had been a busy one, the rather inclement weather not deterring anyone from stopping in, but you suppose a little foot traffic wasn’t quite so bad when you worked a job that you loved. It was a sweet little place, lined floor to ceilings with a variety of books so vast it was impossible to browse through in just one visit. The wooden bookshelves were organized A-Z, winding and curving around the one-floor shop, lamps littering about as a station for hot chocolate and tea resides in the very far corner.

You’d started working there about a year after the second wizarding war had concluded its disastrous rampage. You were in need of something, anything to busy yourself with. It was a cozy little place, tucked warmly and welcomingly next to your favorite bakery; needless to say it always smelled of cinnamon and old books.

You found it when you were in town with Draco, Narcissa having sent him out to a shop you hadn’t entirely known what for. Perhaps it was for new floral arrangements to have around the Manor—it was absolutely that actually. She’d wanted to liven up the otherwise bleak and somber estate, flowers always having been something to brighten her spirits with her husband having been away in Azkaban for a number of years to come. It was then that you spotted it, the ‘help wanted’ sign taped just inside the old window of the little shop. It’d been Draco who nudged you to go for it, both literally and figuratively as he pulled you along by the hand, so you did. You took the leap and they hired you on the spot much to your delighted surprise.

Long story short, you had been working there since you were nineteen, now twenty-four. The owners, William and Bette, had been and continue to be endlessly welcoming and jovial, and you found you hadn’t wanted to work just anywhere else. It was perfect, in a small town of one of a kind shops and equally one of a kind cottages—one of which you resided in with the love of your life. It was a fairytale, as much as it could have been for two magically inclined lovers who’d been put through more than most could even fathom before the age of twenty-five. Most people thought magic had just been a trick of the eye.

Presently, you were helping your very last customer of the day, relief settling upon you only minutely. Granted, he was someone you hadn’t expected to show up to a bookstore, not even remotely nor the one in your tiny town but you suppose books had their charm. It’d been nearly ten minutes since you’d rung up Cormac’s book, ten minutes since the shop was set to close and he still stood before you with a grin that was telltale to his flirting.

He’d been trying valiantly to win your affections ever since your sixth year, and even more so when a certain blonde in particular had been far more successful at it than him. You never cared for the boy then, always far too full of himself to see things with any sort of rationality. He’d been too self absorbed to capture any sort of attention from you. You supposed Draco hadn’t been vastly different, he’d certainly had the tendency to be so arrogant, but he was far changed from that now. Leaps and bounds different.

He’d come in what had to be nearly half an hour ago, and surely he hadn’t been as interested in the books he’d been looking at as he’d tried to be. Not with the way you’d met his gaze on more than one occasion. It was laughable, really, to be so flirtatious was something that seemed to be rather tiring after a while. In fact, he’d been so caught up in trying to impress you he’d just about knocked over the newly added display for new arrivals. Perhaps he didn’t know your heart belonged to someone else, to the very same person it belonged to the last time you were in each other’s company. Surely he didn’t know that otherwise he wouldn’t be making a fool of himself.

You sigh at the ever so distinct sound of the bell over the door ringing out, effectively cutting him short of his words momentarily and signaling the entrance of someone else to tend to. Someone that should have read the sign on the door much like the one rapidly overstaying his welcome as the clock had struck seven. The sign on the door had been flipped, it was obvious as the lone four letter word stared back at you and ‘closed’ faced boldly towards the town in red cursive letters. You didn’t take the time to look for just who it’d been that came in, however, continuing to wipe the counter with a sigh.

“We’re closed,” you call out around Cormac’s shoulder, offering him a polite smile. A silence fell over the small store as you purse your lips, and he was quick to continue the conversation just where he’d left off minutes prior.

“We’re going to be traveling across the country next month. It’s the most important match of the season,” he says, his chin in his hand as he leans with his elbow against the counter. His eyes sparkled as he looked at you and you tried your hardest to suppress your giggle; he looked absolutely ridiculous, his heart eyes for you beyond comical.

“Oh really?” You inquire then, completely amused at the sheer effort he’d been so desperately putting into impressing you. Little did he know there’d been a brilliant Healer, the best of his time, that had stolen your heart since the day he’d healed you after a clumsy mishap. Cormac hadn’t changed one bit as you readily expected, and it felt as though you were back at Slughorn’s Christmas party once more.

He nods, fingers tapping against his lip as the corner of his mouth quirked up into a grin. “Perhaps you’d like to join me?”

You had to stop yourself from letting your jaw drop, from allowing the snort that was ready to sound from falling past your lips. Had he always been so bold? You suppose so, you know so.

It hadn’t been terribly hard to stifle your shocked and utterly amused laughter when a newfound distraction arises mere moments later, the clatter of a book or two falling to the floor well heard across the entirety of the space. You frowned at the sound of it, unaware that it wasn’t just some other customer who hadn’t abided by shop hours that’d done it, rather a certain platinum blonde had been responsible for it instead. You were most entirely unaware of the way he’d been plucking miscellaneous books from their shelves and shoving them back into their spots in a pitiful attempt to busy himself all while jealousy brewed deeply within him. Not to mention the way he’d been staring daggers into the quidditch player’s back all the same. He’d gone ahead and dropped the very books in his hand upon hearing the brazen question, his eyes falling closed as his jaw tenses.

He promised you to not get so terribly jealous as he once had as a teen, as he once had most notably with the very same wizard who’d been fawning over you in that very moment. While he was far different from the boy who’d once put harmless jinxes and hexes just to be insufferable, he was strongly considering setting his maturity aside for just this once. With the way he’d been looking at you, it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility. But, instead he settles for dragging the tip of his finger along the spines of the books before him as if he was interested in their titles, trailing absentmindedly as his cheeks still burned from his clumsy blunder.

That brief moment for distraction and distance from the ridiculous offer put forth to you was rapidly coming to an end, his attention focused on you once more. You sprayed a bit too much cleaner on the already well polished countertop, wiping it down vigorously as you felt his gaze on you. You were starting to wonder just how you ever escaped conversation with him in the past.

“I’m afraid I have to decline your offer,” you say, tossing the paper towel in the trash as you bit the inside of your cheek to keep yourself from smiling as you thought to the love of your life. The one you so desperately wanted to return home to in that very moment, as you had longed to the whole day. The very man who’d been brooding grumpily just behind the mahogany bookshelves mere paces from you.

Cormac frowns only slightly as his head tilts to the left, his gaze holding yours. “Might I at least ask you to dinner then?”

That was it. That had been the absolute last straw. He hadn’t planned on making his presence known just yet, wanted to hear him make an absolute fool of himself if only for a few moments longer. But he knows there’s absolutely no way he could refrain from chiming in. No, not after that.

You open your mouth to speak, to answer his question despite being at a loss for words—though someone else beats you to it.

“Did you not hear? Shop is closed.” The voice is ever so familiar, holding a certain bite to it that one just couldn’t miss even from a mile away. You could hardly withhold your smile as Draco hopped up on the scuffed wooden counter, his brow raised tauntingly before he turned to look at you. “Right, love?”

You nod, meeting his gaze with a soft smile you tried to keep from growing. The look on his face was nothing short of adoring, but the fond expression held solely for you quickly hardens as it returns to the man in question. He straightens his posture and stands tall in Draco’s presence, the smirk on his lips since dissolving in favor of a tense jaw. He played with the ring on his finger, twirling it round and round as he crossed his ankles nonchalantly and fixed his stare on him rather than uttering the spell that sat so temptingly on his lips.

“Malfoy,” he greets coldly, a short nod to follow as he huffs through his nose.

“McLaggen,” Draco starts, sliding his book across the counter hastily. “I believe this is yours. Is it not?”

He huffs out a humorless laugh as he nods, swiping the book from beneath Draco’s fingertips. He holds his stare for a few fleeting moments, the corner of Draco’s mouth quirking up as he watches him sulk to the door and leave with a not so subtle thud. It was a brief interchange, however, one that spoke volumes of his displeasure and filled the small shop with a tension too thick to ignore.

You exhale a sigh then, brow raised quizzically as you cross your arms and try your hardest to be displeased with his behavior. Granted, he hadn’t turned his hair a rich shade of purple or muted him for the next week with a simple incantation, but you weren’t blind to the way his cheeks flushed pink. Nor did you miss the way his knuckles turned ivory, no matter how brief it may have been.

“Just what are you doing here?” You ask as he swivels in his spot, dipping down to kiss you sweetly.

“Can I not walk you home?” He asks in faux offense, the words pressed into your lips before he kisses you once more. Your smile quickly betrays you at the brush of his lips on yours, more so when they travel upwards to kiss the tip of your nose.

“You didn’t have to come all the way here from St. Mungo’s, you know. I could have apparated, love,” you sigh, your smile still lingering on your lips.

“Where’s the fun in that?” He asks, hopping down from the counter completely. His hands settle on your wrists, uncrossing your arms gingerly before sliding down to envelop your hands. “Besides,” he starts, his lips pressing to your cheek, “that was rather entertaining.”

You roll your eyes immediately, ready to pull your hands from his grasp until he tugged you closer with a laugh. You looked up at him with a beaming smile, one that held a certain mischief he was all too familiar with as you tilted your head. “Not nearly as entertaining as your clumsiness, especially not as much as the blush on your cheeks.”

He quiets the very factual statements falling from your lips with his own, the giggle of yours that sounded against his lips enough to make his blush deepen a shade. You were the only one in history to make his cheeks burn and flush like a fool, the only one in the world to make his heart flutter and pull a genuine smile from him. He supposes, he knows, that it’s always been you. Even when he didn’t realize it, even when he was far too unaware of true love for his own good.

He releases your hands in favor of enveloping you in his arms, your own wrapping around his neck. Any bit of jealousy, no matter how trivial and insignificant it may have been had since dissolved as he lifted you off your feet and spun you. The sheer adoration beaming bright on his face went unseen in the close proximity, your laughter filling the empty shop as his lips trailed from your cheek to the corner of your jaw. His breath was warm and broken against your skin as he laughed softly against it, the mere feeling sending a shiver to run through you.

His hair dipped over his forehead when he found it in him to pull from you, the platinum nearly mingling with his lashes. The look in his eyes, the way they sparkled pale blue and loving was a look far different than the one given to you more than a few moments prior. It just might’ve spoken his feelings more intensely than speaking those very three words aloud to you, it’s loving intensity something he never believed he’d be capable of holding for something, to be capable of having. Yet he’s got it all the same.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know,” you say, smile bright as you run your thumb over his kiss swollen lip and to the pale scarlet dusting his cheeks.

“I don’t believe I ever said I was jealous, darling,” he defends, your smile widening as you reluctantly slip from his arms to retrieve your coat from its hook on the wall. He’d missed the feeling of you so close already, his hand only having just now fallen back to his side only briefly as he watches after you in awe.

“Didn’t have to,” you quip lightheartedly, returning to him to lean on your tiptoes and kiss him sweetly. “You’re terribly obvious, Malfoy.”

He didn’t find it in him to form any sort of witty remark to say, he couldn’t, not with the way your kisses left him breathless and more lovestruck with each passing second. He barely even notices when you grab his hand, switching off each and every lamp in the shop with a simple flick of your finger before tugging him out the door. When the lock clicks behind you, you set off down the cracked sidewalk, the sun dipping deeper in the sky.

“Love?” He asks, hand squeezing yours as he keeps you close.

“Yeah?”

“Since when does he read Shakespeare anyway?” He frowns, brows furrowed to accompany his grumbling as he looks ahead.

You only laugh and lean up to press a kiss on his cheek, the near tumble you almost took from your distraction far too worth it to be embarrassed. Not to mention the smile on his lips. In that moment, you were right where you wanted to be. Hand in hand with the true love of your life as you walk back to your very own home. That was all you needed.

“I love you,” you murmur, “more than anything.”

He huffs out a soft laugh, his heart fluttering. “I love you, more than everything.”

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It Started In Italy

Osaki Shotaro x Reader, Romeo and Juliet based AU.

Warnings ⚠️: Language, Violence, Graphic Scenes, Unprotected Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Marking, Slight Praise, Slight Cockwarming, Mentions of blood, nausea, vomiting, arranged marriage and pregnancy.

I have arranged for this dialogue to be written Shakespearean language. Sorry if some of the dialogue is confusing I tried my best. 😊

Word Count: 10.4k Oops 🤭

Act I

Scene i

8:42 a.m. The sun kissed your skin as you awoke from your slumber. The white bedsheets spread across your skin smoothly as you rolled over, looking towards your bedroom door, there lay your big black suitcase packed and ready for placement in the car along with the silk dress you were ready to wear for the long flight to the Almafi Coast. You’ve always wanted to see Italy. Your father never took you and your mother with him when he went there for business. You’ve dreamt of going to Italy since you were litte, you always heard of stories about the food, clothes, structure and beautiful people. You’ve always thought about what you could find in Italy, your future, estates, love, your possibilities were endless. Now, the dream you’ve dreamt up for so long is finally coming true.

“(Y/n)! Why is my daughter still lay in her slumber!? We have to leave the house in thirty minutes and here thou are still in twilight’s clothes. Are thou not ready for Italy?” Your mother spoke. “Yes mother, has my own mother think slothfulness has been bestowed upon me? I will be ready for our departure quick and swiftly.” “Well, hurry up, thou father gets mad when thee is tardy.” Your mother says before exiting and closing the door. You sighed to yourself before getting up and headed to your bathroom for your morning routine.

You headed down to the kitchen to have some breakfast before you leave. Grabbing a bowl and some oatmeal, you pour it into the bowl, add some water, and throw it in the microwave. You went to the fridge to get some fruit to have with the oatmeal, and then your mom walked in.

“Darling, make sure thou doth not eat too much, bloating will not be accepted when there are so many young men that would adore being thou spouse.” Your mom commented. It was the dreaded marriage talk, your parents got married at a young age to secure their assets as a way to be set financially for life, and now your parents expect you to do the same. They didn’t really care about love in the relationship, it was only about partnership and favors, you hoped that if ever got to marry someone, it was because of love, regardless of money.

“Mother, dost thou not believe in mutual feelings?” You ask. “Mutual agreements are supposed to be in order dear, never feelings, thou needs to be presentable, and not fond of sloppiness. Thy image is everything, thou needs to be pure as heaven, kind and graceful, and thou will then have the perfect husband.” You rolled your eyes away from your mom, how is it that you have to be attractive to get a husband, but the marriage is not out of love at all, only lust, greed, and pride.

“Come hither my wife and daughter! We are all ready for thy departure.” Your father says. You finish up the last of your breakfast before cleaning your area, and leaving for the airport.

Scene ii

The Osaki Residence was quite different. They were filled with chaos, and humor. They lived life fully, and rarely conformed to society’s expectations. They had life long riches, but never acted as if they had it. Their life consisted of endless travel, fun and living life at full potential. In this residence, it consists of three family members as well, Mr and Mrs Osaki, and their son Shotaro.

“Shotaro, boys come forth, or we will miss thy flight!” A voice called. “Mom, we are ready, bags are together and all.” Shotaro responded. “We are fine, I thank thee, Mrs. Osaki.” Haechan said before bowing. “I’m sure we are all grateful for thee letting us come along on the trip to Italy.” Sungchan spoke. “Yeah, we are gonna have so much fun, partying, drinking, beautiful girls.” YangYang chimed in. “I know that all sounds fun, but have thou boys ever thought about settling down and finding a beautiful girl that thou would want to marry someday?” Mr. Osaki asked. The four boys all gave gagging faces. “Trust me boys, I was like thee at thou age, charming and could get many girls but remember, there’s nothing like being in love.” He said before kissing his wife’s cheek. “Now let’s go we don’t want to miss thy flight.”

Scene iii

The (L/n) family finally arrived in Italy. Almafi Coast was beautiful to say the least, and the villa that they purchased for the occasion was apart of the perfect scenery, quiet, serene, and tasteful.

“Oh! This exquisite, (Y/n), isn’t this lovely?” Your mother asked. “Yes, quite.” You spoke. You were still experiencing jet-lag, so you have answering as you went along. “(Y/n), come now, thou should go look at thou room.” Your father commented. You walked through the hallway and upstairs to get to your room at the villa, and you were astound at how beautiful the room was. It contained nude pink renaissance themed wall paper, a yellow canopy bed with gold bedding, and a large balcony that you could walk out to to see the coastline. You were honestly impressed with how well the room was put together. You definitely felt like your dad payed good money for this villa.

“(Y/n), how dost thou like thy room?” Your mom asked. “Very beautiful I thank thee, mom.” You replied. “Don’t forget, we mustn’t wait around, we have a party with thou father’s business partners and a few guests tonight to celebrate their new deals.” “Oh most certainly! I remember a few of father’s partners, Mr. Lee, Mr. Jung, Mr. Nakamoto, Mr. Huang, and Mr. Osaki.” After you mentioned that name, your mother’s reaction went from nice to brutal. “Do not speak of that scum that infiltrated our family do thou hear me!? He is not fit to be here! He has almost shunned our family’s honor, and I am glad that he will not be attending.” She exclaimed. You were awfully confused, your father and Mr. Osaki were really good business partners, you don’t know what happened, but due to the recent outburst, you thought it would be best to not bring it up again to your mother. She sighed before walking out of your room to calm down for a bit. You shrugged it off and began to get ready for the party.

Scene iv

After a long flight, the Osaki family and Haechan, YangYang, and Sungchan finally arrived. As they all were situated in their villa, the family and friends all caught up on the excitement that they all wanted for the trip.

“So, what is the one thing that thee would like to do?” Mrs. Osaki asked. “Well, there’s a pretty big coast, I do plan on going to thy dock one day and sail a little bit.” Mr. Osaki spoke. “For me, three words, girls, girls, and girls.” Haechan joked. “I definitely want to see the Sistine Chapel for sure, as well as some of Italy’s infrastructure and history.” Sungchan explained. “Are you kidding me, I came here for two things and two things only, parties and football.” YangYang smiled. The family continued to murmur on what they wanted to do until Mrs. Osaki questioned her son. “Shotaro, what about thee?” “I don’t know, I’ll go where thy wind takes me.” Shotaro shrugged. Everyone nodded. “I’m just glad we all get to spend time with each other, just my loving wife and son, his friends, and no one else that could ruin this vacation, besides I’m finally away from thy man who caused all this stress upon me.” Mr. Osaki said. “Are thou talking about Mr. (L/n) sir?” Haechan asked, but got glares from Mrs. Osaki and Shotaro causing him to look down. “Sorry.” He said. “No it’s alright, I guess I can explain what happened so thou boys could learn a life lesson from this.” Mr. Osaki spoke up. “Mr (L/n), and I were both working together on a co-partnership deal that we put a lot of money into. If we made this deal work, we were gonna make so much money that we didn’t know what to do with, luckily the plan was approved and we were all ready to go into action, but there was a flaw. In order for this plan to work we needed to leave home for a very long time, your mother just gave birth to thee Shotaro, and I didn’t want to leave her by herself so with rational thinking, I told Mr. (L/n) no, but that caused chaos. He was mad because I chose to stay with my family instead of going along with thy multi million dollar deal because I already have money, but I also have a family that loves me. He was very angry at me for backing out of thy deal because of money that he already has, and has a family so I asked, ‘what about thou family?’ He then replied ‘As long as I’m making money, they don’t have to worry about where I go.’ After that he came up with his own deal, and made even more money, he stopped talking to me after that. It made me realize that he wasn’t a friend, he was a cruel businessman who only worried about deals in life, and I’m pretty sure he’s teaching his wife and child thy same way, so boys let this be a lesson to not think about wealth and power over love, it shows how heartless thou are as a person.

“Wow.” The boys said in unison. “Yep, I don’t tell people this story, because it’s quite boring, I’ll do it for thee, because thou all are my rock.” Everyone smiled before looking at the time. “Oh! We have to get ready!” Shotaro said. “Where are thou boys going?” Mrs. Osaki asked. “There’s a beach party a miles along the coast. It said open invite, so we just decided to try it out.” Haechan replied. “Well okay, as long as there’s no trouble, then thou boys can go.” She replied. “Awesome.” YangYang said.

Scene v

The decor for the party looked nice, the food looked good, everyone was dressed in formal-casual clothes, and there were all kinds of guests, the business partners, their kids, younger mentors, and respectable people.

You walked up the stairs to your room to get something from your room when you overheard your father from the other side of the door of your parents room.

“I don’t care if they were accidentally written to attend this party, the Osaki’s are not invited! They are spineless saps who don’t care about there livelihood or reputation at all, they will just ruin this party, especially with that reckless son of theirs, he’s just like his father, they are not invited, and if anyone of the Osaki’s or their acquaintances try to attend this party, I command thee to use force at once!” Your father spoke to who you assumed was security. Your father sighed before you heard footsteps going towards the door causing you to walk downstairs quickly towards the party. You thought to yourself how are the Osaki’s that bad, not only was your mom upset, your father reiterated in the same tone, it was very confusing. As you walked around the villa, your mom stopped you in your tracks along with a gorgeous man with long hair.

“(Y/n), this is Nakamoto Yuta, Mr. Nakamoto’s son, he spoke very fondly of thee, so I brought him over to chat with thee, so thou two enjoy yourselves.” Your mother spoke making you side eye her. “Hi, I’m Yuta, it’s a pleasure to meet thee, (Y/n).” He said before shaking your hand and bringing it up to his mouth to kiss it. You have to admit, Yuta is quite handsome, long hair, soft yet seductive eyes, and a sharp jawline, you were intrigued. Maybe you could stay with him for a few minutes and get to know him.

Scene vi

On the other side of town there be another party, this one at the beach, and all kinds of fun, it nothing but young adults, sand, the sea, a bonfire, and fun. Haechan, YangYang, Sungchan, and Shotaro started having fun until they realized that almost half of the partygoers left due to the mildly cold waters, fire almost dying down, and open winds picking up.

“Damn, where’d all thy people go?” Haechan asked. “Probably indoors, it’s freezing.” Sungchan mentioned. “Yeah, and so is the water.” YangYang commented as he left the cold, dark ocean. “Thou guys wanna head back to thy villa?” Shotaro asked. “I guess, but I thought our main point of this vacation was to have fun? Going back to thy villa defeats that purpose.” Haechan shrugged. “What if instead of going back to our villa, we go to another?” YangYang suggests. “Elaborate.” Sungchan said. “I heard a few people say that thy guests of the Royal Renaissance villa is having a party tonight that started at 8:00, it’s 9:00 now, and I highly doubt that thy party would be over in an hour.” “What about security?” Shotaro mentions. “Please, with Sungchan’s legs, and YangYang’s and I’s sneakiness, we can easily get in there, I’m down.” Haechan spoke. The boys all agreed before pouring some water over the fire, threw on the shirts, and left the beach to head to the villa.

Scene vii

As the cab fare pulled up to the high class villa, the four boys were in awe, it was definitely high class due to the vintage yet modern architecture, pastel color palette, and array of organized flowers and lights along entry. The boys proceeded the villa with caution, taking in every detail and scoping out how they would get in.

“Okay, so what’s thy plan?” Sungchan asked. “I don’t know, but we need to figure it out to get in.” Shotaro replied. “Well, I hope we figure it out before that finds us.” Haechan said, referring to the tall and buff stone faced security. “I got it! Do you guys see that gate where the pool is? What if Haechan distracts thy guard in front of it away from the gate, we all climb thy gate, hide behind thy shack, and walk up thy stairs to thy party?” YangYang suggested. “Not a bad idea, but what about me, how will I get in after distracting him?” Haechan questioned. “I guess one of us will have to hide in that shed to let thee in. Sungchan and Shotaro are too tall to not be noticed so I guess it will be me. Just make sure you run faster than the security so he doesn’t see me open the gate. Is everyone down?” They all agreed to YangYang’s plan and kicked it into effect.

The plan was slightly conspicuous. The three boys hid in the bushes before Haechan began to insult the security guard making the boys chuckle. As Haechan took off running, the boys swiftly made their move. Considering that the gate could only be open by a key from security, and no key on the inside, they used Sungchan to leverage themselves up over the gate. With all the three inside, they knew they didn’t have much time before security came back.

As Sungchan and Shotaro moved upstairs towards the main door, YangYang hid in the small peach colored pool shed peeping out the window before seeing tuffs of brown hair flopping up and down quickly. He looked carefully to make sure security was nowhere near Haechan as he opened the shed and hid behind it before finally seeing Haechan near the gate. He moved to open the gate allowing him in as they could both tread heavy footsteps while running. The two boys ran at the speed of light, and hid under the stairs that led to the main door where the party was. Finally when the security got there, he looked around while catching his breath, and saw no sign of Haechan anywhere. Thinking he was gone, he got back to his job attending the gate.

The two boys tiptoed up the stairs as they saw the gold lighting inside. They opened the door quietly before ducking in. They assumed Shotaro and Sungchan were somewhere off browsing, but to their surprise, they were still waiting for their two friends and stunned at the decor of the party. Arranged table for Hors d’oeuvres, another table that set out wine glasses and champagne, and another one that had tons of gift bags for the guest. As they looked at the guests, they noticed their attire, laid back, but nice and formal wear, and then looked at themselves in their beach attire, getting a few looks from some of the guests, but to them, they didn’t care, a party was a party. “Guys, we made it.” Shotaro spoke.

Scene viii

As the night continued, the guests partied, some slightly tipsy as they stumbled upon their words. Laughter and chatter filled the villa well, many were happy, and were glad to be there, except (Y/n) who didn’t feel like talking to the handsome guy that irritated her.

“So my parents bought me a helicopter that I rode around in, it was worth $500,000, but I was with my friends, we were all wearing shiny Rolex watches, and my friend lost his off thy helicopter because it was too loose! Luckily my dad bought him another one, it was worth $60,000.” Yuta explained. “Uh huh.” You say nonchalantly. “Maybe, I could buy you one too, that is if you stay with me, maybe a pretty pink one with diamonds, hmm?” Yuta asked. “Yeah, that be great.” You shrugged. At this point, you were tired of Yuta, it was bad enough that you had to deal with your mom trying to match you up with him, but it was worse when all he would talk about was how rich him and his family was. “Hey, Yuta, do you mind if you could get me something to drink from thy table please?” “No problem.” He answered. He slowly walked towards the table, a slight arrogance to his walk. It was the perfect time to make an escape.

You hurriedly walked away from the people at the party, scurrying to the stairs trying to get away from anybody named your mom, your dad, or Yuta. As you walked fast you ran into somebody that was definitely taller and more broad than you. Hoping it wasn’t Yuta, you swore under your breath not wanting to see him. “Are thou okay?” A voice asked. Your ears perked up hearing a sweet voice that didn’t belong to Yuta, as you slowly looked up, you were struck with the most beautiful person you’ve ever met in your life.

Scene ix

“Shotaro, can we go somewhere else, this party is no fun, and thy alcohol and food are bleh.” Haechan whined. “Yeah, I agree with Haechan, everything here is so snotty and bratty, I tried talking a cute girl, and all she wanted to know was how much is my family’s worth.” YangYang replied. “If we find another place we could probably go to a club near here.” Sungchan spoke. “Looked it up, clubs aren’t near here, we have to travel to the city for clubs, we’re on an island coast remember?” Shotaro said. “Fuck.” Haechan swore, getting a few stares from random guests. “Okay well look, if thou guys want to leave that’s fine, but if we leave, we’ll have to back to the villa.” Shotaro mentioned. “That’s fine, at least the chefs could whip up some awesome Italian pizza for me.” Haechan joked. “You’re full of it Haechan.” Shotaro said as he walked into you. “Are thou okay?” He asked as he held you in his arms to keep you from falling. He took in your visible features like your height, hair, figure, and white dress. You finally looked up, and he thought he saw an angel, you were beautiful to him, had a very soft look in your eye, one that showed sweetness and caring personality, something that he has never seen in his life. The boys looked at his friend and the girl, and questioned the scene, both frozen, looking into each other’s eyes, as they held onto each other not letting go. Haechan, YangYang, and Sungchan all looked at each other and thought to themselves, did their friend find someone that infatuates him?

Act II

Scene i

Some people believed that there was a time and place for everything, others believe fate, in this case Shotaro and (Y/n) realized that their fate may be the best thing that has happened to them at this party, but what they don’t know is that there may be a catch to this lovely fate.

“Are thou okay?” Shotaro asked. “Yes I’m fine.” You replied still holding onto his grasp. You stood up a little showing your true height and form, even then you were still shorter that him by a few inches, but could finally see everything in view. His gorgeous smile, bright brown eyes, soft skin, You stared deep into his eyes, looking into the windows showed that he was kind, someone you could trust, you never saw that before, not even in your parents. “What is thou name?” He asked. “(Y/n), and thee?” “Shotaro.” You smiled. You felt warmth cascade through your body, you both were still into each other’s grasps, not wanting to let go, you felt safe, and secure, you didn’t know that a stranger could make you feel this way at all.

“We’re still linked.” Shotaro chuckled. “Well, it’s hard to remove yourself from someone who has such a hold on thee.” You smiled. “If it makes thou feel any better… I don’t want to let go of thee.” He whispered. “I don’t either.” Shotaro felt someone tap his shoulder, and sighed. He was annoyed at how someone could ruin such a beautiful moment. As he turned around, there stood his best friends ready to depart from the slow party. “Thou guys go ahead, I think I’m gonna stay here for awhile.” Shotaro spoke. “Are thou sure?” Sungchan asked. He looked back at you and smiled. “Yeah thou guys go, I’ll be fine.” He replied. They all smiled before patting his back and leaving from the exit.

“So what brings thee here to this party?” You ask. “Nothing but sheer boredom, I was ready to leave, but I found someone to make me stay.” He replies, making you smile. “I appreciate the gratitude, I guess I’ve become the life of the party?” You joke. “You definitely have.” He smiles. “How about thee? Is this a party thou wanted to come to tonight?” “Actually no, this is my parents party, they are hosting it.” You sighed and looked down. “You don’t seem happy.” He grabbed your chin with his thumb and index finger lifting it up to keep your eyes focused on him. “Why are thou upset?” He asked with sincerity in his voice. “I’m not into this whole putting up a front for guests type of thing, I want to be my own self, not someone who is thy perfect daughter. Thou are the first person I didn’t have to lie to tonight.” You said. “If this is thee true self, I wouldn’t want thee to be any other way.” He commented. You both looked into each other’s eyes, his holding a truth to every word about you being your true self. Within seconds, your lips connected. The soft skin of his lips gave you tingles, never leaving the spot you were in, you both melted into it, you felt like your feet lifted off of the ground, and were transcending towards heaven. You loved every moment. As you both pulled away, you stared into each other’s eyes, smiling wide. “Sorry for stealing such a sweet kiss.” He spoke. “Why doth thou have to be sorry, I’m not upset, my lips feel happy to graze thee so nicely.

Not long after, your name was called, and it didn’t sound pleasant. Worried you hurried up to the stairs, with Shotaro behind you, hands intertwined. “We must hurry. I think my parents are calling me.” You said worriedly. As you both huddled towards the stairs, you saw your mother in trying to look for you with Yuta in her peripheral. You ran up the stairs with Shotaro and instantly made it to your bedroom, shutting the door and locking it afterwards.

“That was close.” You huffed. Shotaro looked around your room looking at the beautiful decor. “Nice room.” He commented. “Thank thee, thou can sit if thou want.” You replied, signaling him to the bed. “Can I ask why we were running away from thou parents?” You sighed. “It’s because of a lot, my parents hosted this party, I didn’t want to be here, and now my mom found this nice, but incredibly arrogant guy for me to talk to, but I’m not into him at all.” “Arrogant? He sounds horrible already.” Shotaro comments. “Yeah he is, they only want me to date someone who has a great status to keep up with the family name. They said that marriage is only an agreement, and should be used as such.” “That’s nothing like my parents, they fell in love when they first met.” “Well, thou parents sound lovely. I think my parents only want me to succeed at wealth and family and it’s just that I’m tired of trying to be… perfect.” “…Perfect?” You and Shotaro said in sync. You stare into his eyes lovingly, before you both leaned in and kissed again. The same feeling you had downstairs coming back to you, this time with more courage and understanding. You didn’t know what to call this feeling, but from the small comment from Shotaro about his parents, you felt like it was nothing other than love. You two were so enamored by each other so infatuated, the fact that you two couldn’t get out of each other’s grasps downstairs, and now you two have been kissing for as long as you could count, it all made sense to you.

Just then, there was a knock on your door that startled you and Shotaro. You both pulled away, you groaning in annoyance, but your emotions changed when a tone in voice replaced the knocks. “(Y/n), open this door, thou mother and I need to talk with thee it’s urgent.” Your father spoke. You began to panic, you knew your father didn’t want you to have a boy in your room, even on vacation. “That’s my father he can’t know thou are here, thou has to leave!” You whispered at Shotaro. “But what about thee? I want thee with me?” He asked. “Come by tomorrow, and I’ll see thee then. There’s a stairway under my room that is an emergency exit, thou can go through there from the balcony.” You kissed him one last time hands tucked in his hair. “Goodnight, I’ll see thee again.” You said. “Thou as well, be safe, goodnight.” He says before leaving you see him climb down safely before closing the balcony doors a little to allow some air, and finally opening the door to your room.

“Hi mother, father, what brings thee here?” You ask. “(Y/n), was there any boys here who were in swim attire that attended this party?” Your father asked. “Not that I’ve seen, is something wrong?” You asked, playing it coy. “Well one, they weren’t on the list of guests, and two, one of them was the only son of our enemies thy Osaki’s. His name is Osaki Shotaro.”

Scene ii

With night in place, everyone was happy, all except (Y/n) who now found out that her lover whom she loved relentlessly, was now the son of her parents enemies.

In that moment, your heart sank, Shotaro, an enemy, you hated to think that. “(Y/n)?” Your mother asked calmly. “N-no, I haven’t seen anyone of thy sorts.” You said sadly. “Well, just in case, we’ve upped security around just so no one with thy surname ‘Osaki’ Can step foot in this villa.” Your father replied. Your mother moved closer to you grabbing your hands as your dad stared at you as well. “Sweetheart, I know thou may not know much about thy Osaki incident, but just know that they are not good people to be around, they are untrustworthy, shallow, leeches, and one decision that Mr. Osaki made years ago with thou father, almost cost us our entire source of income and could’ve tarnished our names, we have swore to this day that no one with thy name Osaki shall cross our paths and we won’t let them.” Your mom said. “And we advise thee to do the same.” Your father said, staring at you. “Is that clear?” You nodded your head, making your parents smile. “Well good, now come along, we’ve got an hour left of the party, and Yuta would like to get to know thee more.” Your mom said dragging you out of your room and downstairs.

You looked back at the balcony thinking about Shotaro and his escape, upset that your lover is now thought of as an enemy, but one thing you didn’t know was that he was still on the steps, frozen after hearing every word your parents said about him and his family, and is also in the same sudden realization that hit you moments ago that you are a (L/n), his family’s worst enemy.

Scene iii

As dawn awakens, sunlight shines through the windows, by now, the Osaki family and friends have awaken, while the (L/n)’s are still in slumber. Shotaro smiles to himself, now happy to know he’s in love regardless of the baggage that his and her family holds to each other.

“So, let me get this straight, thou fell in love with a girl who is thou enemy!?” Haechan asks Shotaro while laughing. “Dost thou knoweth when to hold his jest laugh? She was beautiful, more than thy heavens that sit above earth. Her smile brighter than thy sun, and her sweet voice could not even compare to calming birds.” Shotaro speaks, staring in a distance. “How are’t thou so radiant in a lustrous love, that he hath forgotten thy disdain of thy families?” Sungchan asked. “Why thou question my love, thus this love can not grow without pandering to thy heart, less’t be thy heart that be so drugged in her.” “Why must we gossip? If thou love her, then thou shall seek her.” YangYang spoke agreeing with Shotaro. “I, but alas, the savagery that keeps us disheartened, also keeps us discontent.” Shotaro replied. “Her father who is thy conflict has released obsequious men who come to seek me if thy enter thy chambers. I ask of my three companions, dost thou not want me to be happy, shall I stay in isolation and remain frugal? I seek of my mates to help me through my journey, and keep me satisfied day by day forever as I live.” Shotaro pleads. As the three boys elaborate with thoughts, they all agree to Shotaro’s cries for help. Within minutes, Shotaro will see to his one true love as soon as possible.

Scene iv

Throughout the day, (Y/n) is infatuated by her lover Shotaro. As sunset falls, she dreams peacefully about the boy who was kept in her room hoping to see her again, sadly, news awaits her that she doesn’t want to hear.

“(Y/n), I come with grave news for thee!” Your mother exclaimed. “And what news shall thou bestow upon me?” You ask. “Yuta, has fallen in love with thee, and would respectfully take her hand in marriage!” You looked at her with shameful eyes, how could he want to marry you after a failed conversation? “Why must thou present this news to me now? Was said man so lustrous, he be willing to give vows so easily after a talk so lackluster?” You ask. “Oh stop being dramatic! Can’t thou see how infatuated he is of thee? If he not, then why is thy man so generous with words he cannot take back?” She replied. “But why now? Why cans’t thou wait for fate to cross our paths?” You ask. “Because fate is flawed, sometimes thou works fate in one’s favor.” “But what dost Yuta possess that no other man cans’t satisfy?” You question. “Wealth and a status that won’t besmirch thy name. Why would thee want someone worthless, when thou could have good courtship with a satisfying label? Vowing to thee would be monumental to thy family name, and help with accusations thy family has been wrongly shunned for.”You looked down, you hated to have to make a choice between your family and your lover, it was hard, but it seemed like your mother already gave you your option. “Thy ceremony is in a few weeks. That gives thee time to know Yuta in a more vulnerable state.” She says then exits. You sigh before laying back in bed, a tear rolling down your cheek.

Scene v

With forced marriage in one hand and love in the other, (Y/n) is torn. Luckily, with the help of his three friends, Shotaro might make her night feel much more secure.

“What scuffle is thy friend about to get us into now?” Haechan asked. “With maximum protection, thy can’t help thy self to (Y/n)’s chambers.” Shotaro explains. “Well, what shall dost thou need for help?” Sungchan asked. “With one dauntless armed guard near the gate, thou needs to throw something unbeknownst to him to excel on, with swiftness, thou noiselessly move past thy gate and into her chambers.” Shotaro explains.

As the three friends nod in agreement, they follow with the plan. YangYang and Shotaro promiscuously throw two rocks in a different direction making the near guards run towards the sound. They all erupt from the bushes before Sungchan lifts his friend up and over the gate to meet his fair maiden. Shotaro thanks his friends before ushering towards the balcony to climb, as the other three boys quietly walk back to their villa. With Shotaro in a great state, he climbs up until he finally meets the balcony door of his lover’s room.

Scene vi

Unknown to her, Shotaro pays (Y/n) a visit like he said he would, but is sad to hear the news from his lover that fills her heart with dread.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” Shotaro whispers from the balcony before knocking. Hurriedly, she rushed to the door to see Shotaro, and opened the door finally seeing his brown orbs staring at her with all the love he had. He entered her room before kissing her lips with so much passion, not wanting to break away from her, but she had to in order for her to bare bad news.

“I missed thee so much.” He whispered. “Me too, but I sadly have horrid news.” You said. You could sense the worry in his body as you looked at him. You let in a huff before telling him. “My parents have arranged a marriage upon me.” Anger filled Shotaro’s body. “To whom will thou be exchanging vows with!?” He asked. “Y-Yuta.” You replied. With heavy hands, Shotaro pounded the desk behind you, rage in his eyes. You wanted to calm him down, but you were very worried about what could happen if you did.

“I have no intention to be courted by him. He is not who is here right now, only thee, I love thee.” You spoke up. Shotaro calmed down looking at you. “Thou doth not wish to be courted by him?” He asked. “No, only thee, I would gladly take thou courtship from thee. I love thee.” You repeat. He came up to you and kissed you passionately. “Then by night…and stars…take thee…and make…thee satisfied…until morn.” Shotaro said between kisses. You nodded your head before replying. “I take thee.” You whispered as he moved you to the soft and comfortable bed.

“Don’t leave…Don’t leave…Don’t leave.” He whispered as his kisses trailed down to your neck. “I’m here Shotaro, I’m here.” You moaned.

Shotaro kissed your neck softly making sure to be gentle with you, not wanting to mess this up for you. He kicked off his shoes before completely moving up onto the bed above your sprawled out body. He looked up at your state, in nothing but a silk robe almost ready for bed before he showed up. You smiled up at him wanting him to continue, his eyes fixated on your silk covered body long enough. “Please Shotaro, please.” You whined. He licked his lips, lust now clouding his thoughts more than ever. He leaned back down to place more kisses against your neck before finally giving in and marking up your soft skin. The suction was a foreign feeling, it was slightly painful, but arousing. You whined in response, making Shotaro smile against your skin, he moved away from the purple mark making sure to kiss it before moving to another part of your neck to deliver another mark near the first one and kissed it as well, he continued this action two more times before removing your robe of your shoulder to expose your collarbones to repeat the same action.

He kissed and marked them up making you sigh into his touch. Loving the way your collarbones looked covered in his marks, he pushed the right side of your robe off your shoulder to expose your right breast. He gasped at your breast, not even thinking that you two would get this far. He stared at round mound, while a small part of your nipple on your left breast peeked out of the remaining piece of the robe left on your chest. Obligated, he removed the left side as well, now your full chest on display for him. He cupped your breasts in his hand before leaning down to kiss and suck at the supple skin on your right breast leaving marks on it, while repeating the same moves to the left. His thumbs grazed over your nipples making you shudder. Finally, he took your nipple into his mouth making you whine.

He sucked the sensitive nipple eagerly, tongue rolling over the bud and flicking it up and down as you gripped his hair, playfully running your fingers through the brown locks. He moved to the other nipple to do the same actions. “Shotaro.” You moaned. You couldn’t bear it, your arousal got the best of you, you needed some sort of friction for your almost practically soaked heat. “Please go f-further.” He gave you a nod before removing his shirt showing his toned body, not making your arousal any better.

He untied the loose belt on the robe as you sat up to help him. You grabbed the robe when it was completely open, and moved it out of your way. Shotaro happy to finally have your body on full display. “So beautiful.” He groaned, his bulge now strained in his pants as he caught a glance of your soaked pussy.

He bent down to kiss the top of your thighs, not wanting to waste any time pleasing you. He kissed towards the inside of your thighs, moving your legs apart to get more access. He was now face to face with your pussy, he looked up at you to make sure it was okay. “Is this good?” He asked. “Yes, please, I need something there.” You replied. With no hesitation, Shotaro wrapped his supple lips around your clit. You threw your head back, eyes closed with pleasure going through your body. He sucked on your sensitive clit, getting you used to the feeling. Your body jolted at the immense sensation that coursed between your legs.

Continuing his movements, Shotaro trailed his tongue to your sopping entrance, licking around it teasing you before using his tongue to lick aggressively at your slit. You felt so violated, how could a tongue have so much control over you? You craved it more, your carnal instincts coming out when he pushed his tongue into your gaping hole. “Ahh, Shotaro!” You moaned. You moved your hand to his hair, while the other one laid on the sheets, bunching up the material. He pushed his tongue in and out of you, preparing you for what was about to come later on, you loved how gentle he was with you, but also liked his initiative to please you.

Shotaro removed his tongue from your entrance and moved up to suck your clit, his finger replacing his tongue from your entrance. “That feels good.” You moaned. You could feel the soft smile spread across his face in between your legs, loving the praise you gave him. He sucked harshly at your clit, trying to build up your release, he knew you were close by the way your toes curled, and your body tensing up, you didn’t even realize you’ve been grinding against his face for the past minute. “Shotaro, close!” You whined. With a groan from his voice, he was ready for your release. With the curl of his digit, and his mouth sucking your bundle of nerves, he used his tongue to claim what was his, he spelled the seven letters into your clit that sent you over the edge. ‘S,H,O,T,A,R,O’ you were his. You convulsed around his finger, his lips still doing a number on you as pleasure took over your entire body. Pants and gasps left your mouth with small whines made you sigh. Shotaro let out a smile, seeing your body go through that much pleasure. Your body sent little shockwaves as you tried to calm down, he removed his finger and mouth that were now covered in both your arousal and release. With the satisfied look on Shotaro’s face, you knew you did well.

“So beautiful.” He comments making you giggle. Not wanting to waste another minute, Shotaro unbuttons his pants to remove them, releasing some of the tension on his strained hard on. You looked at the boy who stood tall above you, nearly naked, only a piece of thin underwear stood in the way. Slowly, he removed his underwear, his length now standing at full attention, his tip leaking precum from how long it’s been confined for.

Your breath hitched as your pussy clenched around nothing staring at his impressive length. He noticed your staring before he moved back up to the bed, and kissed you again while pumping his length in his hand. He looked at you making sure you were ready as he lined himself up with your entrance. You issued him a nod before he rubbed your slit with his tip before entering in slowly.

You gave a choked sound, the pain a little overwhelming. He took in your expression that showed pain, halting his movements into you. “Does it hurt?” He asked. “A little.” You sighed. He held your waist firmly before kissing you to help take away from the pain, after every few seconds, his length inches inside of you. Finally sheathed in you, the pain subsides. “Shotaro…move.”

Shotaro began to move in and out of you slowly, moans soon taking over yours and his throats. The feeling was amazing to you, you felt so secure, and so full, you didn’t think you could feel this way. Each thrust he gave was slow and meaningful, they were also precise enough to hit you at a good angle. Your hands gripped his shoulders, for leverage, holding onto him as his thrusts went harder. Giving more pleasure between the two of you.

Shotaro’s hard thrusts we’re so good that he was able to hit a spot in you that you didn’t even know you had. “Shotaro, there!” You moaned out. Shotaro moved down to your neck hiding in it as he continued his harsh thrusts, moaning into your neck as you clenched around him. “So good (Y/n).” He moaned. You moved your legs to wrap around his torso, feeling a bundle of nerves move from your stomach to your pussy, you were close again, and Shotaro was too. His dick twitched inside of you as his thrusts became sloppy. Only moans could be heard in the room as you both chased your orgasm. Shotaro removed his hand from your waist to vigorously rub at your clit throwing you off the edge. “Let go angel.” He groaned. You released around him. A cry of his name was all that you could utter in the moment. Your pussy clenching hard on his dick making him satisfied before releasing as well. Thick spurts of cum filled you up as you both rode out your highs together giving each other one final kiss as you both began to calm down. Still fully sheathed inside of you, Shotaro flips you two over, as you now lay on top of him. With his hands wrapped around your waist, Shotaro kisses your temple before you both fall into a deep sleep.

Act III

Scene i

As the two lovers awake from their slumber, they are in peace. Tranquil sounds fill the room as they recall last nights’ endeavors.

“Good morn.” You giggle. Shotaro kisses your head and nose before responding. “Good morn, love.” You and Shotaro both cuddle each other, still tight in each other’s embraces as you and your bodies were still tangled within each other from last night.

“We’re still intertwined.” You say, your warm heat still enclosed on Shotaro’s cock. “Yes, we are, doth my love wish to remove herself?” “It depends on if thou can’t take it anymore.” You reply. “Oh, I can handle it, thou feels so warm.” He comments. “But Shotaro, thou has to leave before my mother and father find out.” You said. “Mm, give me a minute, never a morn person.” You giggle at his reply. Even though it’s only been two days, you never realized how easy it is to love a person so much, it felt amazing.

“Come on, let us take a shower to clean off thy sins of last night.” You say removing yourself from his grip and standing up completely bare. Shotaro puts his arm behind his head, and smirks. “I’d rather watch the view, thou looks gorgeous.” You roll your eyes before walking off. “If thou wants to see this, thou should get up and come to the shower.” In a flash, he scurries to the bathroom door as you turn on the shower. You both clean yourselves off, scrubbing each other’s bodies, sharing kisses in between as you hurry to get out of the shower. After a few minutes, you and Shotaro both walk out, towels covering each other’s frames, hair wet, with the same smiles plastered on each other’s faces.

“I needed that.” Shotaro commented. “Me too, now we can get dressed, and find a way to hangout today.” You reply. “I know a way.” Shotaro smirks. He began to kiss your neck, licking at the love marks he left on you last night. “Mm, Taro.” You whimpered. He couldn’t help himself, you looked good coming out of the shower with nothing but a towel on. He removed your towel and you removed his, as you were both about to take it to the bed, but you felt your heart pretty much drop at the sound of a door opening.

“(Y/n) dear, it’s time for, Ahhh!” Your mother shrieked, dropping the glass of juice on the floor. You and Shotaro completely bare, sitting on the edge of the bed was the image your mother had to endure. Frozen, you didn’t know what to think, but Shotaro did, throw on his clothes and go, he hurriedly threw on his pants as your mom stood there anger in her face. As she charged towards you, you sprung for the covers, shielding your body from the open.

“Thou wretched boy how dare thou approach our sanctum!?” Your mother exclaimed as she moved to you. Shotaro was trying to find his shirt from the floor to hurry and leave, but the situation was worse when someone who you did not want to see showed up in your peripheral. “I heard screaming what has happened, OUT!!!” Your father exclaimed, not even giving a second to check out the entire situation. Your father began to charge at Shotaro full speed, luckily Shotaro managed to quickly climb down from the balcony, his chest pounding with adrenaline.

“Don’t you dare come back, if thou do, thou will face thy fury of thee, and surely view thy fiery depths of hell for thy sin put upon thy fruit of my loins!” Your father yelled towards Shotaro. As your dad turned around, you saw how angered he was. His face flustered, veins visible with his temple, eyes seething with rage. You wanted to say something, but you were too scared to. He finally saw the glimpse of the scene in your bedroom, messy sheets, your body only covered by the sheets that lay on top of your bed, a few fixtures from the room out of place, and the discarded clothes on the floor, especially Shotaro’s shirt and underwear finally made him put two and two together, you slept with each other, now even madder than before, he wasn’t going to let bygones be bygones, he needed to get some aggression out, and the only for that to happen was to visit the people who fueled that aggression.

“As I swear by thy world today, if I don’t get my hands on that boy who take away my daughter’s purity, rage that is built up in me shall be as hot as thy wicked in hell.” He seethes before walking out.

Scene ii

Tension has arose within the (L/n) family, now with the unforseen circumstances, their entire vacation now feels like a nightmare, especially for Mr. (L/n).

In a flash, Shotaro has made it home with no questions from his family that is until they overhear a light comment from Haechan that sparks suspicions.

“Oh look who’ comes about, thy man of thy hour, how did sulking in your own love and sin feel?” In that moment, Shotaro wanted to attack Haechan quickly, but was stopped by his parents. “Love and sin? What is thy boy mumbling about?” Mrs. Osaki asked. “Isn’t it obvious honey? Our son has found love, I’m proud.” Mr. Osaki replied. “Well who’s thy beautiful girl that you spark interest with, she must be intriguing.” Mrs. Osaki said. “Quite.” Shotaro commented. “Well don’t purse thy lips together, who doth she be?” Mr. Osaki asked. Haechan, YangYang, and Sungchan all looked at Shotaro with wide eyes, waiting for his answer. “Well, she’s, her name is…” Just then three loud bangs erupted from the door, the Osaki’s and the boys confused as to what the commotion was about. As they looked around noting that they heard the same thing, the banging happened again this time louder, not wanting to anticipate any longer, Mr. Osaki went to the door before opening it, and much to his dismay, was shocked to see a person he wasn’t ready to see.

Scene iii

There stood an angry Mr. (L/n) eyes scanning Mr. Osaki. Both had despised each other deeply, and to even see each other face to face was very surprising to say the least.

“Doth thou son not knoweth of the rules of fondling with my family!?” Mr. (L/n) asked. “What are thou uttering now?” Mr. Osaki replied. “I am talking about thy sins thou son has placed upon my daughter!” Everyone in the Osaki villa looked back at Shotaro anger or shock upon their faces. “Why would thou come up with a preposterous accusation of that nature!?” Mr. Osaki questioned. “Why!? Because thou son has been seen by my and my wife’s eyes for thy matter! They have been bare together, and have laid up through the sins of lust!” “Not lust, love, it is love that binds our young hearts together.” Shotaro speaks up. “Love!? What do thou know about love!? How could my daughter even love such scum that walk!? You’re ridiculous, you’re just as incompetent as your father!” “How dare thou speak to my son! Thou has no right to speak of thy relations that spill from thou mouth, thou is a pretentious hob knob that cares about nothing in thy world but thou own’s personal gain, do not blame my son for this mess, when thou daughter could be a glorified rich earned whore!”

With that there issued a punch to Mr. Osaki’s nose, the rage and fury finally drove Mr. (L/n) to his breaking point. Mr. Osaki stumbled back, the boys and Mrs. Osaki frozen at the scene. Mr. Osaki went and lunged at Mr. (L/n), punching him across his jaw. Eventually the fight continued, both men throwing punches left and right at each other, blood and bruises gathering on their faces. Mr. (L/n) took one hit to Mr. Osaki making him fall to the ground. “I always knew thou was a weakling, couldn’t even say no to others, and now look at thee, scattered across his own floor.” Mr. (L/n) scoffed. Suddenly, Mr. Osaki stood back up and gave Mr. (L/n) a really hard punch giving him a bloody nose. “I may be a weakling, but at least I don’t put up a facade of money and status to hide mine.” Mr. (L/n) then attacked Mr. Osaki by pushing him down, now punching him multiple times at once, his knuckles were covered with blood, while Mr. Osaki grunted from the pain. The boys and Mrs. Osaki pulled Mr. (L/n) off of his body, holding him steady as Mrs. Osaki went to check on her injured husband. Sadly, the strength of the four boys was too weak to hold Mr. (L/n) and with that he punched Shotaro across his jaw. Shotaro covered his mouth making sure there was no teeth or blood involved. “Stay away from my daughter.” He threatened. Mrs. Osaki saw enough and was ready to combust, this man has interrupted their vacation and has now beat up her husband and punched her son, she was pissed. “Get out! Thou shall be banned from our place immediately, go go!” She yelled before following him and closing the door after his way out.

Scene iv

As the fight and eruptions calm down, the Osaki household has some issues to resolve. One being of how to resolve the complications that came from Mr. (L/n).

“Thou are not to speak of this matter understand!? All four of thee are to go upstairs, thou three help Shotaro, and Shotaro, thou are not to interact with that tramp ever again! Do thou understand!?” Mrs. Osaki exclaimed. The boys nodded quickly before following orders.

“That was some blow thou took!” YangYang spoke. “Can we not talk about that right now, my father was almost murdered by a psycho!” “What is thou about to do?” Sungchan asked. “Nothing. We are still here for almost two weeks, I can make up with (Y/n) before we leave, I love her, and I won’t let that crazed man stand between us. “Thou is brave.” Haechan comments.

Just then, Mr. and Mrs. Osaki barge into Shotaro’s room. “I-, I just- WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!? Did thou not listen to my orders when I say the (L/n)’s are bad people!?” Mr. Osaki yelled. “I’m sorry, but thou shouldn’t be mad about love, thou said it was a wonderful thing.” Shotaro replied. “Well maybe thou loves the wrong person, this time.” Mrs. Osaki said starkly. “Well at this point it doesn’t matter anymore because we are leaving right now! Pack your bags!” Mr. Osaki commanded. “W-why?” Haechan asked. “Why!? Because a foul creature has evaded my vacation home and has shunned me and my family, that’s why. Shotaro, thou will never speak to her again, and that’s final, if so, then thou should drop the name of Osaki till thou’s last days.”

At that moment, Shotaro’s heart sank how is he supposed to leave without saying goodbye, he wouldn’t do it. “No, why should I leave just because thou two hate each other!? I’d rather die a thousand deaths before leaving my one true love!” “Shotaro thou are leaving with us and that is final!” Mrs. Osaki said, putting Shotaro back in his place. He didn’t say another word, and began to pack, his friends showing worry in their eyes as Shotaro aggressively packed his bags, a tear slipping down his cheek. “I’ll miss her. I love her.” He mumbled.

Scene v

As the afternoon came along, you sat and waited for everything to settle down, not even thinking about your parents, only Shotaro and when he would come back.

You looked out your balcony. Hopefully Shotaro will come back, you had to see him again. The anticipation was driving you crazy. Everything here was very rough when your father walked out for a few hours. Your mother scolded you, explaining how wrong it was to sleep with someone they despised as well as sleeping with someone while you were engaged. She even tried to scrub the love bites that Shotaro left on you last night, it only made your skin dry and irritated with how hard she was scrubbing.

Suddenly, the door opened, hoping it was Shotaro, it was your parents, you looked at your father, his face was covered in scratches, bruises, and dried blood making you gasp. He noticed your worried expression before answering.

“It was Osaki, he did this, I confronted him about his son, and he just attacked me, I tried to fend for myself, but I was useless. He obviously hates us because of our previous issues, but now it’s worse since thou have sinned with that boy, therefore thou is forbidden to see him.” Your father spoke. “What, no thou can’t do that, I love him!” You exclaim. “Well, then I guess it won’t be hard for thee to love Yuta when thy marriage complete. It happens in three weeks, a week from when we go back home.” Your mother explained. “No, I don’t want to be married to anyone other than Shotaro!” You yell, tears welling in your eyes. “(Y/n), this marriage is binding and that is final! And if I so hear one word about that Osaki kid coming anywhere near thee again, then so help me I will make it be his last.” Your father commented. “And just so thou doth not get any ideas… she will have these doors locked shut for her well being.” Your dad said before locking the balcony doors and walking out with your mother before shutting the door and locking it as well. “No! Thou can’t do this, let me see him please!” You sob behind the door. “Goodnight my daughter.” Your parents both said in sync. You silently sob into your pillow, wanting to see Shotaro again.

Shotaro Epilogue

The Osaki’s and the boys boarded the plain swiftly, all upset that their trip had to end over petty drama. The only ones sympathetic about the situation was Haechan, YangYang, and Sungchan who have never seen their best friend so crushed before, they knew that he obviously loved you and couldn’t let go, but he had to. All the stuff that he did was for you, and he’d be willing to do it all again if it meant to see you. He clutched his heart the entire time, completely heartbroken, eyes bloodshot from how much he cried about missing you. His only regret was never kissing you goodbye. But he has also learned a pretty good life lesson, love at first sight is real, but don’t be a fool enough to fall for it. As the plane began to take off he shed one final tear before the plane left the ground. “Goodbye my love.” He whispered quietly.

(Y/n) Epilogue

You had come to find out that the Osaki’s left the night of your father’s fight with Mr. Osaki, you were crushed, how could he leave? How could Shotaro leave. What was worse was that you found out one week after they left, depressed about your lover, you were crushed. He was the one you wanted to marry, the one you wanted to start a family with, live with him together forever. Now, you sit at home getting ready for the wedding reception for today, but you were very nauseous. Throwing up left and right since last night, once you peed on the small blue stick, it made sense, no period, the vomiting, and mood swings, you were pregnant, so now, you are getting married to the wrong man, you’re pregnant, and now, your lover and father of your child has departed from you, what a way to end all that you and Shotaro have stayed together for. “(Y/n) darling, are you ready?” Your mother asked. “No, but if it makes everyone else happy, then sure.” Everyone gets happiness but you and Shotaro, the boy who you will always love.

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