#beautiful brat exquisite gorgeous

[hollaringmountains]

Chan this is considered murdah.. you seriously can't just roll up one day looking like this... 🫠🫠🫠🫠

HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO FUNCTION ALL DAY !!!! HHAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!

[im-ovulating]

I’m not familiar with the 2024 kinktober list-

but would you be interested in Lucio (The Arcana) X Reader: breeding link &/or body worship?

Another idea I had is (dominant) Lucio brat-taming the Reader (who’s still enjoying herself).

I would really like either one.

(A/n: Kinktober Day 5/15 and we're a third of the way done! Fun fact: this was supposed to be day 4, but I decided my memory was more trustworthy than the written-out list that includes the day number and the dates. The list that I personally wrote. So... there's that.)

Word Count: 991

Summary- Lucio has his own ways to show you how beautiful you are.

Warnings: Body worship, breeding kink, creampie, OOC Lucio (I honestly haven't played this game in over 2 years, so I wouldn't be surprised is this is extremely OOC...)

Age Rating: 18+ Minors DNI

Count Lucio x Fem! Reader: TLC

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You lie in bed, your bare skin pressed against Lucio's as he showers you in gentle kisses. His strong, calloused hands caress your soft curves reverently, worshiping every inch of your body.

"My beautiful, darling Y/n," he murmurs between kisses, his voice laced with adoration. "You have no idea how utterly breathtaking you are." His lips trail down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. "So perfect, so lovely. I'm the luckiest man alive to have you in my arms."

Lucio's hand slides down to your hips, pulling you flush against him. You can feel his hardness pressing into you, and a shiver of anticipation runs through your body. "You drive me wild, my love," he growls, grinding against you. "I need you, all of you. Let me show you how desirable you are."

His hand slips between your thighs, stroking your slick folds. You gasp at the electric sensation, arching into his touch. "That's it, darling," Lucio coos. "You're so responsive, so sensitive. I'm going to fill you up, breed you until you're overflowing with my seed and until there is no doubt in that pretty little head of yours that you're gorgeous."

Your breath catches as Lucio's words wash over you, igniting a fire within. His hands roam your body reverently, worshiping every curve and dip. You melt into his touch, all your insecurities melting away under his adoring gaze.

"Lucio," you breathe, arching against him. "I need you, please."

His lips capture yours in a searing kiss, swallowing your desperate pleas. His fingers deftly part your folds, teasing your sensitive bundle of nerves. You gasp and tremble, heat pooling low in your belly.

"That's it, my love," Lucio murmurs, his voice thick with desire. "Let me make you feel beautiful."

He lines himself up, the tip of his hardness brushing against your slick entrance. With a slow, sensual roll of his hips, he slides into you, filling you to the hilt. You cry out, pleasure coursing through you.

"So perfect," he growls, his hips picking up a steady rhythm. "So tight, so responsive. You were made for this, darling. Made to be filled by me."

His hands grip your hips, pulling you into each driving thrust. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your breathless moans.

"That's it, my beautiful girl," Lucio praises. "Take it all. Let me breed you, mark you as mine."

You moan in blissful surrender, lost in the sensations Lucio is expertly drawing from your body. His hips snap against yours in a primal rhythm, driving his thick hardness deep inside you. Every stroke sets off sparks of pleasure, leaving you trembling and aching for more.

"Lucio, yes!" you cry out, your nails raking down his back. "Don't stop, please…I need you."

He growls low in his throat, his fingers digging into your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. "That's my good girl," he praises, his voice dripping with carnal desire. "Taking me so well, so perfectly. You were made for this, weren't you? Made to be claimed and bred by me."

The coil of tension within you tightens with each punishing thrust, building towards an exquisite release. You cling to Lucio, your bodies moving together in a primal dance of lust and passion.

"Lucio, I'm so close," you whimper, your walls fluttering around his thick length. "Please, don't stop..,"

You writhe beneath Lucio's skilled ministrations, your body alight with unbridled desire. His hips grind against yours in a steady, relentless rhythm, filling you to the brim with his impressive girth.

"That's it, my beautiful darling," he murmurs, his voice dripping with wanton need. "Let go. Let yourself feel the pleasure I'm giving you."

His lips trail scorching kisses down your neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. You shiver with delight, arching into his touch. The coil of tension within you tightens with each punishing thrust, building towards an exquisite release.

"You feel so good, so perfect around me," Lucio growls, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your hips. "Made to be bred, to be claimed as mine."

His pace quickens, driving his thick, throbbing length deep inside you. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the air, mingling with your breathless moans of ecstasy.

"Lucio, please!" you cry out, your nails raking down his muscular back. "I'm so close, don't stop!"

"That's it, my love," he purrs, his lips brushing against yours. "Come undone for me. Let me fill you up, mark you as mine."

With a few more powerful thrusts, you shatter, your orgasm washing over you in crashing waves of bliss. Your walls flutter and clench around Lucio's throbbing length, pulling him over the edge with you.

He buries himself to the hilt, a guttural groan escaping his lips as he spills his seed deep inside you. You whimper, trembling in the aftermath of your shared release, utterly sated and content.

Lucio gathers you in his strong, trembling arms, peppering your face with tender kisses. "My beautiful, perfect Y/n," he murmurs, his voice thick with awe and reverence.

Lucio's fingers trail lazily down your spine, eliciting a shiver that sets your nerve endings alight. "The way you respond to my touch, the way you give yourself over to me so completely…" His grip tightens minutely, a possessive edge creeping into his tone. "It's intoxicating, my love. You make me want to claim you, to mark you as mine in the most primal of ways."

Lifting your chin, he captures your lips in a searing, all-consuming kiss that steals your breath away. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are molten with undisguised desire. "And I will, my darling," he murmurs, the promise in his voice sending a delicious thrill racing down your spine. "Again and again, until there is no doubt in your mind that you are the most desirable, the most cherished woman in all the realms."

[thoughtslikeaminefield]

This is so far from the filth you requested a couple of weeks ago I sincerely apologize but I absolutely cannot get this image out of my head, had to share if! if you want to ignore this please do!! I 100% recognize I am NOT sticking to the assignment.

Dean Winchester settled in between someone’s legs on the bed. Like his back to their chest, their legs wrapped around him, heels keeping his thighs open while they jerk him off, explicit but soft vibes.

Something about me will never stop wanting Dean Winchester to receive love and comfort 💕

Please never apologize for loving Dean Winchester xox

Characters/pairing: Dean Winchester x GN reader

Tags/warnings: 18+ ONLY

Words: 800

“Dean, just let me make you feel good.”

He hesitates with a sideways glance and a crooked brow. “You do, babe.”

He says it like he’s trying to subdue you, and it’s almost patronizing. But you can’t remember the last time — or even the first time — he let you take care of him, which is worse than condescension if you’re being honest.

“Stop.” 

Dean immediately halts his downward path to undoubtedly bury his face between your legs, then flicks his eyes up to meet your gaze. “What is it?”

“Come up here,” you say, wiggling toward the headboard until it’s flush with your back and your ass is burrowed into the mountain of pillows.

Dean twists his lips and glares at you playfully, gliding his hands up from your knees and along your thighs. He tilts his head and narrows his eyes as he kneels between your open legs.

“Turn around and put that juicy peach right here.” You pat the bedding where it meets the pillows you’re sitting on with a smirk.

Dean grumbles a little before rolling his eyes and neck in unison, then does what you’ve asked. It’s all very performative and clearly, intentionally unsexy, yet he somehow manages to turn you on even more than you were already.

You chuckle. “Good boy.”

He mutters something slightly derogatory in tone as he turns his back to you, but you ignore it in favor of encouraging him as close to your body as possible. Since he’s being a bit of a brat, you have to slide forward the final inch or so you need to give you the advantage.

“I love your shoulders,” you say, lightly tracing your fingertips across the expanse and watching his muscles jerk and tense. You dip in and press a kiss to one scapula, then the other, and he releases a shaking breath.

“Relax.”

You want to worship him the way he worships you. You want to show him the kind affection that he so readily gives everyone you know. You want him to know how precious he is.

“Do you know how much you turn me on?” you ask.

Dean huffs a nervous laugh and hangs his head just as he shakes it.

“You are so gorgeous, Dean — from the tips of your hair to your fingers and toes — you’re an exquisite masterpiece of a man.”

“Babe...” he groans and starts to shift away from you.

You worry that he might bolt, so you lift and drape your legs over his thighs and slip your feet underneath. “Please let me show you what you mean to me,” you whisper in his ear, sending goosebumps over his smooth, freckled skin.  

You are suddenly ravenous for him. You hook your arms under his and splay your hands flat over his torso, running in random patterns, feeling him shake and try to catch his breath. 

Dean drops his head back onto your shoulder and grips the fluffy bedding in his fists on either side of your pretzeled bodies. His chest rises and falls, somewhat erratically, and you want to soothe him.

“I love touching you,” you continue. “You’re so strong and brave, and filled with passion. You inspire the best in everyone around you.”

Your hands drop further down to find him straining hot and tight between his thighs. 

“You have a fucking beautiful cock,” you murmur, wrapping one hand around his length and sliding the other down to massage his sack. “Can you feel what you do to me?”

You roll your hips to give him a better idea of what you’re talking about, and Dean whimpers. 

“When you’re inside me,” you whisper, licking and scraping your teeth up the length of his exposed throat, “I feel so blessed.”

You start to gently twist and pump him, reaching for the lube he’d used on you earlier. You get his dick, and your hand, nice and slick to squeeze him harder and pump him faster.

“You’re so thick and hard, baby, part of me wishes you were inside me right now, but I love this. Thank you.”

“Fuck.” Dean bucks his hips up against your fist, then lifts his head to look down at what you’re doing. 

You drag your free hand up his torso to circle and pinch his nipples. He grits his teeth and reaches one hand up behind your head to guide you to his mouth for a hot, breathless kiss. 

“I’m gonna come so hard,” he whispers, twisting your hair with his rough fingers and yanking you back enough to meet your gaze as you squeeze and twist him harder, and he throbs in your hand. “And then I’m gonna get you back.”

You grin and duck back into the kiss, knowing that he’ll make good on his promise, just as he shouts your name into your mouth and comes hot and wet over your fist.

Please don't leave without letting me know what you think!

MJ's Masterlist

[keikakudori]

Gin, of course. Mostly because I wanna see you wax poetic about him. Or lovingly roast him, if you guys do that.

Not My Type | Alright | Cute | Adorable | Pretty | Gorgeous | LORD MERCY

❝ What am I to say about Ichimaru Gin, then? You ask for my willingness to wax poetic or to, as the vernacular goes, roast him. I presume that means the banter that he and I relish in sharing with one another. There has always been a willingness to bite on either of our behalves and that has never changed. He is a brat, quick to pout and prone to whining when he feels he is not receiving promptly applied attention. He squirms and flees at the merest mention of medication, thusly requiring for me to chase after him when he's ill.

But in equal measure, he is beautiful. The grace of his motions is exquisitely done, with nary an ounce of overt display on hand. There is no less appeal to be found in the shade of those eyes nor in the gleam of his hair. He is utterly beautiful, an enchanting soul, and the one person I truly regard as my equal. Whom better than he to stand at my side? A brat he might be - and I daresay he's rather proud of it, even enjoying when I name him to be one - but that is only an acute part of his appeal for me.

How could I dare to think of turning aside from him when he makes things more than merely entertaining? He remains the snake that I have learned to name mine. His dramatics can be a degree of headache inducing, certainly, and they tend to draw the eye as well --- but he is my partner. So I suppose I must put up with those little mannerisms of his. I would not dare name them flaws, but they certainly inspire many a thought in my head when he starts to truly step out of line. ❞

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[ghostdrew22]

Glass Shatters || Draco Malfoy

Requested: No Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader, also kinda Blaise x fem!reader Warnings: mentions of drinking, toxicity, ANGST, just pure fucking angst and asshole!draco, oh and swearing lol Summary: You realise that it’s time to end things with Draco when he hurts you one last time. AU with no Voldemort - 7th Year.

WORDS : 2294

Lyrics taken from ‘What Do I Tell My Friends’ by Bree Runway (the loml)

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Hold me, don't let me go I'm fragile, I'm gonna fall right into you Catch time that I have lost Fly high, free fall, ooh

There’s always been something so beautiful about the way that glass shatters, loud and chaotic, scattering shards of itself everywhere and lodging itself in places that it doesn’t belong. It’s poetically exquisite, to just come apart and spread into tinier pieces of what you were once before, but it’s grossly painful to wear oneself out like that.

Sometimes, though not often enough, there is someone there to catch the glass before it hits the ground and scatters into a million pieces. A safety net, perhaps is the right word, there to protect those lattices from coming into contact with the hard surface that awaits them. Something to keep them from separating like the tangled limbs of playful children on a trampoline when they come back down to land against the woven polypropylene. But there’s not often a safety net waiting for you to fall.

And maybe that’s why people typically shatter like glass.

Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one I'll get stupid, I'll get dumb (Uh-huh) Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up, turn it up, uh

You catch a glimpse of Draco across the room. He’s doing it again. He’s got one arm around Cho Chang’s shoulder and another around Millicent Bullstrode’s, and not a single sliver of attention is being directed toward you.

You’re not fragile. No. You never have been.

For as long as you can remember, you’ve prided yourself on being strong, on being able to protect yourself. What most people see when they look at you is power and ferocity- you're made of what Gods are made of and almost everyone knows it. You are not fragile.

But when it comes to Draco, you are like a frail baby bird that's always being nursed back to health. That was what a routine like the two of you had demanded. Submission, protection, but most would call it toxicity. You are putty in his hands and he knows it- every wall that you’ve ever built to protect yourself is nothing more than a child’s play pen when Draco is involved.

You catch his eye and scowl at the mischievous grin that he’s got on his face. He knows how much you despise his flirtatious nature, and it’s exactly that reason that encourages him to keep it up. You’re a beast that’s not to be messed with, like a tiger lodged in a cage, and he’s the only one that knows how to tame you. It always goes down the same way; he insists that the two of you need to keep it on the down-low, he then proceeds to flirt with everyone, you get upset, the two of you get in an argument and well... he always wins.

You're not fragile yet he always gets a reaction out of you.

But not tonight, no. Tonight it’ll be different.

Tonight you’re going to have a good time, with or without that snow-flake haired prick. You turn beside you where Neville, your best friend, is seated and smile at him.

“Neville, want to get smashed with me?”

“Always, Y/N.” Neville responds with a grin and you excitedly get up to get you both some drinks.

You're g-g-getting way too close (Oh oh, oh oh) Stop blowin' up my phone (Oh oh, oh oh) Just let me be alone (Oh oh, oh oh) It's gotta come to an end 'Cause what do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends?

Draco catches a glimpse of you leaving the couch where Neville, Blaise and Hannah are sitting, and decides to follow you toward the drinks table.

“Whoring around are we?” He asks with his eyebrows raised and you roll your eyes.

“Oh please, you’re one to talk.”

“What the fuck did you just say?”He tugs on your chin and brings you up to face him.

“First of all,” You start as you softly remove his hand from your chin and lower it to his side, “You heard me. Second of all,” You put a hand to his chest and gently shove him backwards, “Back up please, I can smell your breakfast from here.”

He runs his tongue along the inside of his cheek in annoyance. “Y/N, this bratty behaviour-“

“Call me a brat, ever again, and I’ll make sure that’s the last thing you ever call me.” You smile, “I have a name, stick to it.”

This is very new for Draco, he’s never seen you speak so calmly in the heat of an argument. He’s seen you rage at him, yell until your lungs are sore and throat is raw, clench your fists so tight that crescent moons form in your palm. But he’s never seen you like this, never so collected. If he’s being completely honest, your level-headed appearance is throwing him off.

“Whatever pothead Neville’s given you is clearly fucking with your head, let’s go back to my dorm-“ He starts as he inches closer and grabs your wrist.

You yank yourself out of his grip and take a few steps away from him, “As tempting as that offer sounds, I’m good thanks.” When you notice the look of confusion painting across his features you smile awkwardly, “I know how this always ends so I’d much rather be alone.”

“So I’m just supposed to wait until you don’t want to be alone anymore?” He asks with a scoff.

“It’s not like I haven’t been doing that for you.” You accuse and watch as he clenches his jaw in frustration, a sign that his patience for you is wearing thin. “And that’s not what I meant. I want to be alone, indefinitely.”

“What?”

“This,” You gesture between the both of you, “Is over. I can’t do it anymore.”

“Oh my fuck, do what Y/N?”

“All of it. I can’t keep sneaking around anymore like some kind of dirty secret. I can’t keep watching you flirt with everyone that’s within a 5km radius, and I can’t keep lying to my friends. What am I meant to tell them when I go disappearing for hours at a time and come back, covered in hickeys?”

“Nothing. It's no one's business.” He grits out angrily and you scoff with a small laugh.

“You’re pathetic. We’re done.” You utter before walking away from him, and his little corner, and go back to join Blaise, Hannah and Neville on the dance floor.

In the mirror like you're tough, right? I shoulda known once when you bit twice Drip drop both my , yeah I been nice Vodka overdose but no ice I'm done catching feelings, I catch flights Was in the dark but I got bright Not crawling back to you tonight Not crawling back to you tonight, tonight

“Shots, now.” You mumble once you get back to your friends and they waste no time obliging.

Draco’s had the pleasure of picking you apart like a worn out doll for too long, you won’t tolerate it anymore. He calls, you run. He warns, you heed. He scolds, you leave. Whatever he wants, you do without a moment of hesitation. When had you become so easily prey to his antics? You steal a glance of him checking himself out in a nearby mirror and feel your throat close up in disgust. How can someone so gorgeous be so horrible?

Deep down, beneath all that beauty and cockiness, is a vulnerable, scared and loveless little boy who didn’t learn to outgrow his insecurities. He can pretend all he wants that he’s a diamond but you’ll always know, he’s dark and desolate like a stone of coal. Something inside of him is fractured beyond repair and now he’s just remnants of disintegrated life. And try as hard as you might, you can’t fix whatever’s broken inside him. It’s not your job to anyway.

You always run back to him, in hopes of finally curing the malaise that torments his soul, but not tonight. No. Tonight will be different.

Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one I'll get stupid, I'll get dumb (Uh-uh) Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up for a wild one Turn it up, turn it up, uh

“Is this a party or a funeral? For fucks sake, turn it up Ginny!” You shout as you turn behind you to face the beautiful ginger that’s controlling the music.

“Anything for you Y/N.” She responds flirtatiously as she sends you a wink and proceeds to turn up the volume to the music. You look away from her with a dopey smile, trying to pretend that her wink hadn’t made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Oh Ginny. If you hadn’t wasted so much time pining after that blond prat then maybe you’d have gotten to her before Harry had.

“Come dance with me!” Blaise yells over the music and you happily agree as you let him take your hand and move you toward the makeshift dancefloor.

Any other time, you would have refused. It’s no secret that, despite being best friends, Blaise and Draco can be very competitive. Blaise had always been your friend and Draco, had not. But it was quite obvious to anyone who had eyes that the two of them both took quite a liking to you, and while your relationship with Draco isn’t public, it’s still never a good idea to get too close to Blaise. But fuck good ideas, tonight none of it matters.

If Draco likes to see you angry then today he’ll see you seething. Every unspoken rule that’s ever sat between the two of you will now be broken so harshly that it’ll shake him to his core.

You wait until you’ve spotted him in the room, then you hook your arms around Blaise’s neck and allow his hands to fall on your waist as a measure to guide you along with him. It’s not long until Draco sees you, and when his eyes lock with yours, you know that he’s positively enraged. If this is a game, today you are winning.

He’s almost always got the upper hand. But not tonight. No. Tonight is different.

You're g-g-getting way too close (Oh oh, oh oh) Stop blowin' up my phone (Oh oh, oh oh) Just let me be alone (Oh oh, oh oh) It's gotta come to an end 'Cause what do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends?

Before you know it Draco is crossing the room and yanking you away from Blaise by the arm, dragging you to an abandoned section of the room.

“What the bloody hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Why are you hovering so close to me?” You ask in frustration as you step back from him. “Sheesh.”

“Sheesh? Sheesh?” He repeats in disbelief and you have to resist the urge to laugh. “Y/N, how much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough apparently, considering I’m standing here with you and not grinding against your better looking counterpart.” You mumble and Draco scoffs.

“Blaise is not better looking than me-“

“Okay Romeo, whatever you say.” You cut him off with a giggle, “Are we done here or was there more?”

“Was there more?” He repeats in a mocking tone, like a child making fun of their childhood friend. “Of course there was bloody more!”

His outburst has you laughing, genuinely laughing, and for a second you see the Draco Malfoy that got you into this mess in the first place. Your funny, good-looking, charming classmate that you accidentally allowed to creep into your heart. But he’s not the real Draco, no, that Draco doesn’t actually exist.

You bring your hand up to cup his cheek and, without even thinking, say “I wish that this was the real you.” He furrows his eyebrows at you, clearly confused, but you continue nonetheless. “I can’t keep doing this Draco, I love you but I love myself more and I can’t allow you to get in the way of my wellbeing any longer.”

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs, “How am I getting in the way of your wellbeing?”

“Tell me that you love me too, right now, say it.” You shrug.

“Y/N, you can’t jus-“

“Okay, tell me that we can go public.” You revert and he swallows.

“Why are you-“

“Fuck, I’ll make it easy for you.” You interrupt him once again and give him a thin smile, “Tell me that what we have is real and that we’re in a relationship.”

He opens his mouth but no words come out and you nod your head awkwardly in understanding.

“Y/N, it’s not that-“

You scoff and shake your head in disbelief, “Your chest is hollow and yet you still have no space for me.”

“No-“

You blink back tears as you continue, “You push away everyone that cares about you and then you turn around and complain about the fact that there’s no one left to root for you. How can I possibly be in your corner when you’re continuously trying to shove me out of it?”

There are tears welling in your eyes but you don’t let them fall, no, he doesn’t deserve to make you cry.

He looks at you in shock and you know that you’re not getting any kind of closure from him. Despite how hard you’d tried to convince yourself otherwise, you had always been nothing more than a warm bed that he could settle into when he was lonely. The fire in you that he’s always admired seems to dwindle whenever you’re beneath his gaze, and now you realise that it’s not fair for you to die out for him.

“I hope you learn to start letting people in.” You whisper before giving him a kiss on the cheek and walking back toward your friends.

He watches you walk away from him and struggles to sort through his thoughts. No, no, no. You can’t leave him, everyone else has already left him. You’re safe, you’re warm, you’re you, and Draco knows that he has feelings for you but how can he possibly convey that when words always get trapped in his throat like a cricket in a shoebox?

He knows what he wants to say to you, the words are scraping against the belt of his mouth like knives ripping through tape on a cardboard box, but how does he get them out, how does he make you understand?

Maybe that’s just it, he doesn’t.

He doesn’t make you understand. He doesn’t get you. He breaks, little by little, with every step you take away from him.

What do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends? What do I tell my friends?

“What was that about?” Blaise asks in your ear and you roll your eyes as you pull back to look at him.

“Draco being immature, nothing important.”

“Oh, that’s good.” Blaise smiles sheepishly. “I was worried that maybe something was going on between you two.”

You smile brightly at the boy as you bring his hands down to your waist and sway to the music. “Why would that worry you Zabini?”

“I’m kind of into you.” Blaise whispers before bringing his lips down to connect with yours.

You don’t notice, too engulfed in the feeling of Blaise’s lips against yours, but across the room Draco’s eyes are focused quite intently on you and Blaise. When the two of you kiss Draco drops the glass that he had been holding, and he thinks that maybe he’s that glass; being smashed to smithereens.

~~~

Okay, I’ll stop with angst now... (maybe) I have the sudden desire to write fluff so the sequel to ‘Falling Out Of Love With Astoria Greengrass’ will definitely be wholesome and fluffy.

I’m probably not going to post again for a few days, I’m a bit worn out rn, but I’ll be back to writing soon!

anyway, love you all

jean <3

[kashimalin-fanfiction]

Female!MC Teasing Her S/O By Wearing Something Revealing (Ikemen Revolution Suitors)

Thank you for asking for this! I don’t think I made it quite revealing or smutty enough, but I got so attached to all these ideas that they were the ones I ended up doing. Thank you!

Characters: Ray Blackwell; Sirius Oswald; Seth Hyde; Jonah Clemence; Harr Silver.

Overall Rating: Mature.

Warnings: Fade to black smuts.

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Ray: If Fenrir asked him in confidence, Ray would never deny his appreciate for shorter skirts and shorts on you. However, when you wear them unexpectedly and in public, he is forced to restrain himself. He dislikes being too forward when you’re out in town, as he wants to maintain a more professional and composed image and not be caught gawking, even if you are his girlfriend. Luckily, you make no comment about it in public, and don’t intentionally draw attention to it. It’s a small thing he greatly appreciates – but won’t stop himself from a quick glance or two.

    The second you are in the safety of his room, he is happily showcasing his appreciation. Teasing words are whispered in your ear, asking if you wore it just for him – if you meant to tease or entice – and that you succeeded. What else are you willing to show off to him, he asks as nimble fingers dart towards your buttons, undoing them as his lips fall upon yours. He doesn’t mind being out-teased, but this is a different battle, and it’s one that he is determined to win now. (Maybe he will try practicing shirtless next time, just to get back at you.)

Sirius: His birthday is usually the subject of much contest at the Black Army Headquarters, resulting in the quest to find him the ultimate present. However, you and his sister, Zeta, conspired to both give him the best present and win the “competition��� in one fell swoop – by getting the cottage on the flower farm cleaned out so he could spend some quiet time alone. While initially prickly about leaving Headquarters in the hands of those brats for three days, he quickly learns to appreciate the gentle wind and rustling flowers that surround the two of you – and then appreciating a wholly different sight the next morning when you wake up early and start to gather the ingredients for breakfast. In only an apron.     The tease initially makes him jump, and if you had pulled any sort of stunt like this back in Headquarters, he would have torn his coat, his shirt, a dishtowel – anything – over you in an instant. But here? He is welcome to run his hands over you, tucking them around your waist and ask what you’re making for breakfast – and pressing delicate kisses to your neck all the while. When you comment back that you’re making all his favorites, he only says that he would have preferred to eat something else first upon waking up… prompting you to cry out in surprise when he lifts you into his arms. (Breakfast can wait.)

Seth: He has regrets. Seth laments recommending a more daring dress, saying something or another about the latest fashion trends growing bolder in their cut and expression. He never expected you to buy it and wear it on your next day, a sheer shawl covering the bare skin of your arms and shoulders. Resisting the urge to stare, he escorts you to the restaurant and must fan his cheeks when you remove your shawl. The dim lights of the restaurant mask the expanse of your arms and makes talking easier, but there’s just a small problem: the jewelry you’re wearing with it. Earrings that frame either side of your gorgeous smile draw his attention to beautiful lips. A fetching, low-hanging necklace catching the crystal-light and drawing his brief attention.     He’s lost in you, and he tells you such on the carriage ride home – with his lips. They descend upon yours as soon as the carriage is in motion, cutting off your bubbling excitement at the exquisite desserts they had served. He is thrilled when you respond in kind, kissing back and lifting your hands to draw your fingers through his braided locks. They fall apart under your touch, allowing you to twine your fingers between them and draw him closer. It is not just the dress that is bolder: but you are, too. Hands quickly find their way to your body, trailing over it and finding all the most lovely spots in no time at all. When you arrive back at Headquarters, he is happy to support you as you come down from the carriage – and lead you right into his room for some time alone. (And that dress is coming off, too.)

Jonah: Your choice of clothing is an outright offense. There’s no reason for you to wear a shorter skirt and sleeveless blouse out and about in headquarters, even if the Cradle summers are terribly warm. He hears rumor from Edgar – which later, he realizes, might not have been true – that some soldiers are considering making a pass at you. In an attempt to contain you as soon as possible, he invites you into his room, where you are to stay and keep him company while he gets through some remaining work on his day off. When you complain, he merely asks that you change into something more becoming… and it’s then you realize that he is making every effort to not meet your gaze.     It only takes one small teasing comment about how he “doesn’t want to share,” and you know you have him. When he insists that’s not the case, you only beckon him closer to the bed, saying you merely wanted him to relax on his day off, and this seemed like the best way to do it. When he realizes that this was your goal all along, he has but one choice: to get back at you and make you understand what you do to him when you wear such scandalous things like this. Fingers dive under the short skirt and kisses are pressed along your shoulders and arms, and it’s not long until you are utterly lost in one another. (And there is no place he would rather be.)

Harr: He’s a mess. There are few things that can make him come utterly undone at the seams, and the sight of you in a pair of comfortable shorts and a loosely fitting cotton blouse has done the trick. Clearly at home while working in the heat of the forest, there is no activity that seems unappealing. Whether you are washing dishes, hanging up the laundry, or merely lounging in the shade, it’s all making him want to cover up his other eye for the amount of staring he has done all day. You also haven’t made it any easier – brushing up against him when you pass by in the house or calling out suddenly when he’s lost in his daydreams.     All the staring and pining, however, is worth it. When night falls, you complain about the cooler air and ask to settle on his lap. Harr is barely given a chance to respond before you join him, and his fingers run smooth over the goosebumps on your arms. Unable to keep his hands away, they run over every inch of exposed skin before seeking out more, his soft request met with a kiss of approval. Pulling at the buttons of your blouse, he wastes no time feeling your body as it warms from his touch. (He’s resisted long enough.)

[yandere-wishes]

Twisted Wonderland  //Yandere Pomefiore//

Happy Holidays to @edda-blattfe​ and @maichiruhanabira​/ @poisonepel​ hope you like this little gift! I think I went a little overbaord with Rook’s but hey it’s me what where you guys expecting?

Warning: Yandere themes, blood, slight gore.

Vil Schoenheitan

The arrogant prince conceals his lovesick notions behind a calm collected and narcissistic veil. To any oblivious onlooker, Vil is too wrapped up with himself and his astonishing beauty to ever even consider being interested in someone else.  Even you, you'll never suspect that the evil prince has fallen all so deeply for you. 

His attraction starts mild, It's nothing more than a slight peak of interest in the new girl. Something is dazzling about her, the glint in her eyes, the porcelain skin that stretches to cover her corps, the silky threads of her hair. She's gorgeous....but still not as gorgeous as she could be. It's then and there that he declares that his attraction is only one of concern, he has to help you look your best to reach your full potential! After all, he will soon be a king and a good king must be of aide to his less fortunate subjects!  

He approaches you one day after class, inviting you to assist him with his latest batch of beauty products. You're not particularly given a chose in the matter, before you can even stutter out a reply he's grabbed your wrist just a little too tightly and is dragging you towards the Pomefiore dorms just a little too quickly. He makes you try on hundreds of different shades of every makeup know to mankind. Uses the sweetest smelling soaps to bathe you in. Washes your hair in shampoos and conditioners that all smell speciously like apples. When he's done you can practically feel how your body is shining, you've never felt this clean and pure in your life. 

That's it that's all it is for the longest time. Vil takes the process slowly, he builds up your trust. Making you believe that he only has your best interest in mind. Soon you start to fall for him. How could you not? He's so generous and gorgeous, he's every girl's dream. 

MY lovely (Y/N) 

Vil wears the mask of the caring boyfriend, he gives you the most lavish and expensive gifts, designer dresses, custom made jewelry, he pays for so many extracurricular classes for you, such as different types of dance classes, piano, etiquette. He'll give you everything you've ever dreamed of on a silver platter accompanied by the sweetest compliments and most fragile kisses. 

 It all starts to border on over baring. It's all too much! You're slowly suffocating. 

You want to leave him, your one true wish is to leave Vil but there is always something drawing you back. Every time you try to strike up the conversation with him regarding the topic, he offers you some type of gift usually in the form of a candy apple. After just the tiniest bite, your confidence starts to waver, you feel dizzy and can never remember why you wanted to break up with such a perfect man in the first place. 

You will forever belong to me

Additional notes

Vil never forces himself onto you. He wants you to enjoy your more "intimate moments" with him. You'll have to show him very clear signs if you want him and are ready for him before he even considers touching you in that manner. 

Vil's favorite punishments are exhibition and degradation. He spends so much time building up your confidence making you believe that you are truly the second most exquisite person in all of Night Raven. Only to crash it all down, to tell how revolting your appearance is how you're only beautiful because of the cosmetics he gives you and the lotions and perfumes you use. He'll deprive you of all of them. Which will cause you do go into a maniacal fit. You need those products, you need to be beautiful, Vil needs to only see you at your best. 

As for exhibition, Vil will have no problem showing you off in your worst state. He'll make you leave the dorms and attend class with old ragged clothes, unwashed hair, and no makeup on. You'll be embarrassed and promise never to miss behave again. He's only doing this for you Vil reassures it's so your personality can become as beautiful as your face. But deep down you truly doubt it.

Epel Felmier

Epel is such a soft and obsessive yandere. All he wants is for his darling to be happy! He'll do anything, anything at all for you to just smile at him. Most times it even seems as though you're the one in control of this relationship. Epel will never harm his darling in any way, he'll pout and cry but never inflict any physical or psychological damage.

Vil and Rook will probably have to convince Epel to kidnap you. They claim it's for the best but the first year is so very hesitant. If he keeps you in his room like a caged bird he's depriving you of all the things that make you happy. It takes so much manipulation from the two, third years. They promise that this is the only way to keep his darling safe. That she can mingle with their darling whenever she desires. That all of this will only make her love Epel more! 

Epel will shower you in lavish and adorable gifts, your room is practically one of a fairy tale princess. The color scheme is bright purple with violet lining and lavender undertones. Your closet is filled to the brim with dresses, ballroom gowns, and other "cutesie" clothes. Stuffed animals cover every inch of the room with a few of them on the large plush bed.  In a sense, the room is made as a sort of compromise, You have to stay locked up in there but at least you have everything you've ever dreamed of. 

(Y/N) Smile for me...

Epel tries to take you outside as much as possible. He tries to come up with cute date ideas like going to the park or carnival. It's all to make you feel normal again to give you a sense of normality. And they would work too...if only Epel didn't insist on holding your hand the entire time and that you aren't permitted to talk to anyone other than him. 

And tell me you love me

Additional notes

Epel tries to learn as much about you as possible. He already has the basics down pat, favorite color, favorite food, how long you usually sleep for, you favorite movie, the little reactions when you're nervous, how you stress certain letters in your speech, the type of cake you like, how you always put the elastic on your right wrist when you're doing your hair. 

He'll never punish you if you make him upset he'll just cry or refuse to talk to you until you apologies and start kissing the length of his neck. 

He gets Vil to give you a makeover at least twice a week. He sees how much you enjoy spending a few short hours with another person and despite his jealousy lets it happen. Anything to see that beautiful smile...anything at all...

Rook Hunt

Rook is a possessive and delusional mix with high stalker and obsessive tendencies. In Rook's disturbed mind you already love him, the two of you would be dating if certain people would stop getting in the way! It's all their fault! Those ignorant, clingy, self-centered brats that you dare to call "friends". They keep gossiping about him, making you believe that he is a deranged and treacherous man when in reality he is a sweet and caring lover! 

That's what he keeps telling himself as he dragged one of your friends into the snowy woods in the unholy hours of the night. As he tied them to a bare tree and shot them again and again and again. Until he reaches for his quiver to retrieve another arrow only to note that there is none left. He leaves them there with arrow holes in there body and blood everywhere else. Director Crowly has to clean up the hunter's mess early the next morning. 

But the problem is still there! Heck, it's even worse now! There are even more people surrounding you and keeping you away from him. Rook is a reasonable man he knows he can't possibly kill everyone at Night Raven so he goes for the alternative. He steels you away! 

You're the most beautiful thing on this earth

Of course, he makes it into a "fun" game of cat and mouse first. Before you know what's going on, there is an arrow piercing your dorm room door then another and another. You climb out the window run into the haunted woods. 'Someone is trying to kill you!' That's all that's running through your head!

Arrows fly inches away from your forme. There close, always so close, but they never quite touch you. In due time your legs start to get heavy, your lungs are failing, it's freezing, you're just starting to notice that... you're in a pair of shorts and a tank top. A few more steps, come on you can do it. 

But you can't and you freeze and fall onto your side. You close your eyes hoping it will all go away. icy tears prick at your side and you hear footsteps getting closer and closer. Someone rolls you onto your back. You're expecting a final blow for your blood to be splattered onto the white snow. Instead, you feel something wet trail up your neck. flowed by what you can only assume is a kiss. It's too cold to think and darkness slowly engulfs you, the trail of kisses never stops even as you slowly fade out. 

After that fateful night, your life is thrown into disarray. You're kept as a trophy for Rook to show off. He captured you just as he would have done with any pray, only differences while those animals get serenity in death, you are forced to live in hell with the lovesick hunter that fancies himself your "lover". 

I wonder, can you outrun my bow and arrow?

Additional notes

Rook's punishments consist of depriving you of basic needs and necessities. You're left in a dark room chained to a wall with barely anything on. You're given scrapes and droplets for food and water. His treatment of you is worse than that of some savage beast. 

Rook does love you thought and he will reward you every time you remember to greet him when he comes back to the dorm. Or when you behave when he takes you outside to socialize with his friends and their beloveds. 

His rewards are usually some elegant pieces of jewelry. All with decorative charms made to resemble bows and arrows. So you will always know who owns you. 

[taetaespeaches]

“They’re always happy birthdays with you.”

Taehyung x Reader (or oc) genre: fluff word count: 1.5K

a/n: It’s our sweet Tae’s birthday, so here is a soft lil fic that is highly self-indulgent. I hope you all enjoy, and thanks for reading :)) 

Happy birthday to the dearest boy who was born to be loved. 

AFTER your outing for Taehyung’s birthday, including a late lunch, a visit to the museum, and a walk at a nearby park, you had decided to go back to your shared apartment and relax for the rest of the night. 

Trading out your fashionable date outfits for lounge shorts and t-shirts, you both had your own bottles of strawberry soju. While yours sat on the coffee table, his was propped up against his inner thigh. 

Taehyung was immersed in a pastel sketch, his legs crossed as he used the arm of the couch as a backrest. He occasionally took a break, inspecting is work as he’d take a gulp from the bottle. 

You were on your stomach on the living room floor in front of the Christmas tree as you taped Polaroids you and your boyfriend took throughout the day in a notebook. As you were writing a shitty little poem about the golden hue of Taehyung’s eyes beneath a close up shot of his beautiful features, you looked towards the man only to meet his own gaze. 

Poking your tongue out at him, he chuckled as you returned your attention back towards your notebook. However, you felt his eyes remain on you. You pointed your orbs at him once again and squinted, scrutinizing him. He took his time staring at you, unphased, before eventually looking back to his drawing pad. You continued watching him, noticing how his eyes flickered to you and back to the pad, to you, and then the pad. 

Propping yourself up on one elbow, you faced your boyfriend. 

“Are you drawing me, sir?” You asked him with a hint of a smile on your lips. 

You observed how his lips curved up just the slightest bit as he continued his work. “Of course I am, Peaches,” he told you simply. 

Watching him silently for a moment, you hummed. “And why would you be doing that?” 

His eyes lifted from the pad to look at you, his fringe loosely hanging just above his gaze. “You’re beautiful,” he informed you sincerely. “And I like the way you’re illuminated in the Christmas tree light.” 

Rolling onto your back, you arched your back against the floor to look at the Christmas tree, upside down in your vision. “We need to take that down.” 

“It can wait until January,” he told you. Looking at him, you admired the way his eyes sparkled in the lights. Something to add into this less than mediocre poem, you thought. 

You watched him as he slowly transferred his gaze from the tree back to his drawing pad. As he examined his drawing, he brought the bottle of soju to his lips, taking a large swig. His pastel covered fingers wrapped around the neck of the glass bottle and you couldn’t help but appreciate the prettiness of his hands. How can someone’s hands be so pretty? So sexy?

His Adam’s apple bobbed beautifully as he swallowed the alcohol. Setting the bottle back down, his tongue swiped across his lips as picked up his pastel again.

Watching him drink made you crave the taste as you reached for your own bottle, taking a sip. It was good, but somehow you knew it would taste even better on his lips. 

Once his hand was at work again, making light strokes across the page, his eyes flickered toward you again. His subject. Smirking at him, he stalled at your expression only for you to turn your back on him, pretending to continue your writing preventing him from seeing your features for his piece.  

Taehyung groaned at you, letting out a noise of complaint. “Peaches,” he called out. You hummed in response making him curse under his breath. “Stop being stubborn,” he told you followed by a light laugh. 

Your ears were next met with the sound of glass meeting a hard surface, soon followed by a thud on the floor, sounding much like a body meeting the hardwood. When the sounds of knees and hands padded across the flooring, you knew Tae was approaching you. 

His hand reached around your abdomen, he pulled you onto your back as he crawled over your frame, straddling your hips. 

“You brat,” he smiled down at you, your own expression matching his. 

“What?” You questioned, making your boyfriend roll his eyes. “What did I do?” You persisted. 

Suddenly, Tae’s hands were on your sides, tickling your flesh lightly. You squealed in response, your hands grabbing his wrists trying to pull his hands from your body.

“Tae!” you yelled out through laughter. He allowed you to pull his hands away though he pretended to lose his balance, his body collapsing on top of yours as he let out a big huff, squishing you between his slender frame and the floor. 

Your face was nuzzled against his neck and on instinct, you placed a few kisses to his skin. Shoving against him, he rolled off of you so you were side by side, face to face. One of his arms was underneath his body, his fingers reaching out to toy with the material of your shirt covering your stomach. 

His other hand was holding onto your hip. One of your hands was supporting your head against the hard floor while the other one held onto his forearm, your thumb gently moving back and forth soothingly. 

Staring at him, you took notice of the way he closed his eyes for a moment, opening them intentionally wide. 

“Oh, no fair,” you whined with a pout as you opened your own orbs wider, you both easily falling into an impromptu staring contest. He let out a childlike laugh, your smiles growing larger and larger, giggling at each other as you struggled to keep your eyes open.  

Leaning forward, you blew into Taehyung’s face, forcing his eyelids closed, him instantly complaining. 

“You cheater,” he whined with a chuckle, blinking a few times to replenish his eyes. 

Smiling at him, you scooted closer to him, crawling on top of him, Taehyung easily rolling over so you could straddle him. His hands instantly found your hips as he gave them a light squeeze. You tucked your hair behind your ears as you stared down at him, admiring his features. 

Obviously, Taehyung was gorgeous, but sometimes looking at him you realized just how beautiful he was. His beauty marks, especially the one on the tip of his nose, the rectangular shape of his smile, his honey-kissed skin, and those kind eyes. 

He had one monolid and one double lid, which you always though gave him an inquisitive and playful look—much like his personality. It was quirky and unique, and oh so beautiful. Looking into his eyes, you could see his soul and that only made him even more stunning. It was overwhelming sometimes. 

As you were wrapped up in appreciating the man below you, he suddenly reached for your polaroid camera that was sitting on the floor next to you and snapped a photo of you. 

“What?” You said in surprise, your lips slowly curving into a smile. “What was that for?” Your hair fell from behind your ears into your face, prompting him to take another photo. 

“You’re sparkling,” he told you. The adjective sent butterflies fluttering throughout your frame, your heart swelling in affection for this man. You would never understand exactly what he saw when he looked at you, but you knew it was much like how you saw him. The way you saw of each other was raw, real, and exquisite. You saw it all and loved each other unconditionally for it. 

Leaning down, you kissed him softly, the touch light at first. Tae threaded his fingers into your hair, holding you there as he deepened the kiss, not wanting to lose the feeling of your lips against his. 

Your hands found is face, cradling it gently as your lips worked together in a beautiful dance you would never tire of. 

“You taste like strawberry soju,” you pointed out, making Tae chuckle into the kiss, breaking it up for a moment. You were right. The drink did taste better on his lips. 

“So do you,” he grinned brightly. 

You giggled, pressing your lips to nose and then to his mouth once again. “Happy birthday, my dearest,” you muttered against his lips. Tae beamed, licking his lips as you pulled away a bit. 

“They’re always happy birthdays with you,” he told you sincerely, almost as if he was disguising a thank you in his confession.  

You were sure Tae could see how much his words meant to you, despite your effort to conceal it. 

“You’re cheesy,” you told him, swiping your thumb lovingly along his cheek. 

His smile only broadened even more, allowing you to admire your favorite rectangular grin. Shaking your head at him, his hands found the sides of your thighs, soothing overtop your skin slowly, appreciatively feeling at the flesh. 

“I know I am,” he said simply, his eyes scanning your features as if he was appreciating them all for the first time. 

“You’re perfect,” you told him, a blush tinting his cheeks at your comment. He really was. Stunning, cheesy, and utterly perfect.

[ofwizardsandmen]

IRONIC

“it was almost ironic that Tara, dressed in her wedding gown would say those words to her husband-to-be’s best friend…”

Word count: 1.6k

Genre: fluff

Characters: Tara Lee, Johnny Suh,

AU: Gossip Witch Universe

Like every decent Aquarius man, Johnny Suh is never one to judge or jump to conclusions without full evidence before him. Yet, the first time he met Tara Lee, Johnny immediately concluded that the young —and evidently smitten— Mark  had definitely failed to describe her accurately. It was probably expected considering that at the age of fifteen, Mark was not particularly eloquent and his Korean was beyond flawed —despite Doyoung’s best efforts to teach him proper grammar—, but Johnny thought to himself that no level of eloquence or Korean fluency would have helped Mark to depict Tara Lee in a way that made her justice.

Back in the summer of 2016, Tara looked so much like the teen she was —lean and petite, dark long hair falling down her shoulders, innocent smile—, she was not more or less beautiful than any of the female trainees and idols Johnny had grown accustomed to seeing every other day, and yet there was something so exceptionally beautiful and fascinating about her that Johnny felt something he couldn’t quite explain awakening inside of him —an urge to protect her maybe, or perhaps a rare affection he wasn’t quite ready to label as anything other than fondness—. For the rest of the summer, he joked about it claiming that he had fallen in love at first sight, and while Tara had played along for the years to follow —jokingly of course—, Johnny never really knew what that feeling was until he watched her walking out the fitting room of Maison Delacroix with a handmade lace gown, so exquisite and beautiful it made his jaw drop almost comically with a movement —Tara would joke later— that could’ve easily dislocated his mandible.

The thing about Johnny Suh is that he would probably agree to the dumbest things when Tara Lee is involved. It’s odd, but even the least reasonable ideas make sense to him when they come from Tara. Whatever he was thinking when he agreed to join her for her wedding dress fitting exceeded his understanding now that he was standing before his best friend’s fiancée looking like an ethereal vision; pure as the driven snow.  

“You are…” The man made a pause to think of the right words, something he barely ever did because he had been gifted with all the eloquence Mark lacked “…beyond perfect” he finally said after a moment of silence. He swore he felt his eyes filling up. And it was ridiculous, but he couldn’t help but think he would’ve probably been seized by the same nostalgia if he had a sister —or a daughter even— who was about to walk down the aisle.

“Soooo, do you like it?” Tara asked smiling brightly as she twirled around Johnny, letting him appreciate the deep cut in the back of the dress

“It’s gorgeous,” He said nodding repeatedly and picking Tara’s hand so he could spin her as though they were dancing the waltz. As per usual, Tara played along, putting her free arm out and humming Beethoven’s Romance Nº2 as she emulated a ballerina.

“So, do I have your seal of approval to wear this to marry your best friend?” Tara stopped the game, intertwining her fingers through Johnny’s and giving them a soft squeeze as if to focus his attention back on the real purpose of his presence. “Do I pass Johnny’s fashion evaluation?” She asked, eyes wide and expecting, eyelashes fluttering innocently. Johnny had received similar looks from Tara —and many other women who were not relevant enough at the moment— plenty of times before, but characteristically emotionless as he was he had never been so easily subdued with a simple glance.

“I will never approve of you marrying him instead of me” Refusing let his feelings overtake him, Johnny attempted to joke. And it’s quite typical of him and his playful approach to relationships. Shaking off any thought clouding his judgment, he unleashed his flirty charms in small, calculated doses accompanied by a signature smirk . “But if he’s gonna be the lucky bastard, I guess the dress will do”

“It’ll do?” Tara repeated, her expression deflating with something that looked suspiciously like a pout.

“Princess” The man took a deep breath, suddenly turning dead serious. There was a brief moment of silence and he swiped a thumb over Tara’s cheekbone. Something in equal parts longing and adoration present in his eyes “You know Mark loves you madly, right?” It was not as much of a question as it was a reminder “Whatever you wear, he’s gonna be completely moonstruck and quite frankly this is beyond what he deserves” He added that last bit laughing and in return, earning a chuckle from Tara’s lips.

“You know… you sound exactly like Tyler now” Tara rolled eyes. Johnny would’ve probably had the time to get offended if her words had not been a confirmation of an earlier realization that demanded his urgent attention.  

“Only that I bet I would be a thousand times a better brother than he is” Johnny said matter of factly.

“You’d probably be” Tara conceded before wrapping her fingers around Johnny’s wrist and pulling him into a hug.

At the contact, his shoulders stiffened. Johnny shuffled uncomfortably on his feet as his mind briefly suggested an escape plan, but ultimately, he stayed in place while Tara clicked her tongue, shaking her head reprovingly. It was amusing to witness how easily she could reduce the tall and seemingly untouchable Johnny Suh, the guy that looked like he could disarm anybody with a mere look, to a nervous mess.

“Probably?” Johnny scoffed, allowing his own arms to wrap around Tara’s delicate frame as though he had surrendered to her. Or rather, like he was unable to deny her anything. Not even a hug. Even though everybody knew perfectly well Johnny Suh wasn’t a big fan of physical displays of affection. “Just say it, brat, I’d be the best brother ever,” he said, poking her sides playfully.

Tara laughed and swatted Johnny’s hand away “For what is worth, I know you’ll be the best brother in law”

“Jason better doesn’t hear that” The man grinned at the mention of Mark’s older brother, thoughts drifting to the many times Jason had been offended by the mere insinuation of Johnny somehow knowing his brother better than him.

“Well, that can be our secret” With her arms still around him, Tara tucked her chin over Johnny’s shoulder, which required of Tara raising to her tiptoes, of course.

And then, it happened. Before he could process what he was doing. Before he could calculate the repercussions of his words. Even before he himself could understand whatever it was he was feeling. Every minutely calculated move, every deliberately planned word of the past nine years was suddenly thrown to the wind.

Carpe diem. YOLO. All those previously empty and hackneyed phrases people print on cards and they frame to put up in their walls abruptly acquired meaning. Suddenly, it clicked in Johnny’s mind that there weren’t that many right moments to be so serious and potentially cheesy than a wedding dress fitting session with a woman —he had just discovered— he loved.

“I love you, Tara” Johnny clumsily rested his chin on top of her head, patting her shoulders and allowing himself to smile at the realization. It had always been love.

And not the type of love romances and tragedies are written about. Not the kind of love that drove people to madness or the kind that broke hearts. Not the type of love that carves holes in your life when unfulfilled or the type that makes butterflies and fireworks go off in your chest. This one was different and Johnny was convinced he had never felt it before. It was pure, fraternal love.

“I love you so much, you deserve nothing but a lifetime of happiness,” Johnny’s shaky voice said. “And I am glad that’s exactly what you’ll get with Mark”

It’s funny, how Tara had been working towards Johnny acknowledging his feelings —just in general, not necessarily his feelings toward her— for years and it still took her by surprise when he was finally able to speak pass his playful banter and half-truths masked as jokes.

Silence settled between them so thick and loaded that Tara exhaling air suddenly became a loud sound in the room. They’ve been eternally joking about loving each other that for a second Tara was left at a loss for words at how serious Johnny was acting for once.

“Wow. That was deep” She said pulling away from the hug and looking up at Johnny’s blushing cheeks.

“Yeah, I try not to, but it happens sometimes” Johnny shrugged.

Tara had not really acknowledged till then, but she felt all the tension of the wedding, every single doubt and those unspoken fears she’s been unsuccessfully shoving in the back of her brain shatter all at once. Johnny’s presence always did that. It was probably the effect of his perpetually reassuring smile or his gentle eyes and comforting touches.

“I love you too, John” Tara placed her hands on each side of Johnny’s cheeks, almost forcing him to look at her in the eyes.

He laughed, catching the way Tara was looking at him.

They both knew what the other as thinking: it was almost ironic that Tara, dressed in her wedding gown would say those words to her husband-to-be’s best friend. No matter how much sense it all made to them, from the outside this could’ve been easily taken out of context and misinterpreted. Something they should’ve probably been wary about, but none of them seemed to care enough about.

“You’ll be the prettiest bride,” Johnny remarked wistfully as he gazed at his friend once again wrapping his arms around her.

Tara Lee was no longer the little girl Johnny Suh met, she had blossomed into a beautiful, clever and successful woman he treasured deeply.

And she was about to have her happy ever after with his best friend.

**

[stalwartsandall]

Spuffy Fic Recs

Am in a streamline-y, KonMari mood, so I decided to pull all my fic recs together into one post. So, forty Spuffy fics that spark joy...

Short(er) Fics

Not My Boyfriend by allmadinhere - Gorgeous, compact nugget of a story concept that ticks along with the perfect blend of tension and humour.

Closer by TheHouseKeeper - Poetic, awkward and beautiful post-NFA reunion story. It's Spuffy all growed up.

The Sharing Game by stuffandnonsense - Our post-series heroes teeter on the precipice between friends and lovers. My favourite kind of fic: rafts of wonderful dialogue with deep, insightful dives into character and relationship history.

Spike's Demon vs. Pants by ChryshCn - A delicious confection of a story - funny, sweet and smutty. Utterly edible. Also, if there exists a more perfect Spuffy fic title, I haven't heard it.

Something New by joycometh - Spike has a post Something Blue ponder. And an erection. A poke at Spike's season four psyche with clever turns of phrase, evocative description and lovely character insight.

Still Point by kalima - My favourite take on the Chosen fade to black scene. Pithy, pointed and properly good.

Ketchup Blood by kalima - Reiterating my point above re the proper goodness of kalima's writing. Divine post-coital chat set in season six. At Denny's.

Encapsulated by BillieLiar - Decidedly yummy take on the forced-to-share-a-hotel-room trope.

Daybreak by Sigyn - Gorgeous bit of writing. Intimate and specific and leaves one wanting to hug Spike until his bones creak.

Awake by betty crachit - Glaringly fab take on Spike (equal parts stoic, stumbling and smarty-pants in the face of adversity) with reams of crunchy, clever language. That the story also has a rock solid plot and a dollop of gorgeous smut is just plain showing off in my opinion.

New Year by Sigyn - A tender little season seven moment that digs into the nuances of Spike's soul. Plus there's cribbage.

Phone Call by anaross - Heart-smoosher of a oneshot that speaks to my nagging suspicion that Buffy would not ever really let herself love Spike.

The Day the World Turning Day-Glo by stuffandnonsense - Spike’s ex-girlfriends have a chat. It’s exactly and entirely as wonderful as it sounds.

6am by acekoomboom - Buffy mourns Spike. Unflinching and punch packing.

In Such a Night by Dactylgirl - Exquisite, aching, body-cinching UST.

Comfort & Joy by Dactylgirl - Yet more exquisite UST (plus bonus lovely Giles and charming Scoobies).

Mr Talky Mouth by kalima - Luscious, lascivious, languid, lubricious—just all the L words really—little oneshot.

Cold by Sigyn - The filthiest, grittiest, prettiest language in Spuffidom.

Gunning for Buffy by the_moonmoth - Season five bite-y perfection.

Black Hole Confessions by OffYourBird - For anyone who watches the morning after scene in Wrecked and habitually hears the mental 'Good God, The Writers Arsed Up The Destroyed House Metaphor' klaxon... this story is the perfect fix-it. Metaphor (and character) done right.

Left for Yesterday by the_moonmoth - This WIP is just a wee, chapter-long nugget of setup but the_moonmoth is so flinging-flanging good that I don't begin to care. Her writing, dialogue and character-work are all shot through with charm, wit and warmth. Oh, and she swears thoroughly, properly and creatively.

You Came Back by FlightsofFancy - This story is just a lovely lovely lovely lovely lovely (repeat ad nauseam) continuation of the Hell's Bells scene. It perfectly captures and builds on the soft (green) glow of the pair in the moment.

Reciprocal by the_moonmoth - Divine smut and such deft timeline-manipulation that builds and maintains tension with fierce precision.

Long(er) Fics

Uncontrollable by sweetprincipale - Spike replaces Riley in the spiritually-compelled-to-boink-room during Where the Wild Things Are. Fuck or Die trope to the nth-iest of delicious nth degrees.

Indigo Overture by Rikki-oko - Beautifully paced and punchy romance with skilfully crafted characters. AH enemies to lovers trope done so, so right!

The Ewer of Enheduanna by the_moonmoth - Entirely different story, but I can echo my praise for Reciprocal - divine smut and such deft timeline-manipulation that builds and maintains tension with fierce precision. Also, it's just sodding wonderful.

Rules of The Road by Gort - Roadtrip-y, slow burn-y, build-of-affection-and-trust WIP. A story that takes the end of season five in a different direction but still feels wholly true to character.

College is Awesome by dampersandspoons - This AH story captures perfectly the clumsy, all-consuming teen desire for sex, connection and acceptance. It's also one of the funniest fics I've ever read. It's also loveable-sexy-nerd-William fic. It's also a rare example of a story in which the male romantic lead is cautious, clever and kind rather than masterful, all knowing and presuming. And, also, the smut is wonderful.

In For a Penny by bewildered and the_moonmoth - Spike time travels back to season four and good lordy does that make me happy. A WIP with lashings of snarky Giles and fabulously put-upon Spike.

Monsters by betty cratchit - A perfect UST-laden season four caper by an author with the most melodious and charming writer's voice ever in ever.  Perma WIP.

Beyond the Pale by FlightsofFancy - The most intriguing Initiative plot I've ever read. Conflict aplenty and top shelf character voices. The fab action sequences are just the icing on this WIP cake.

Books and Their Covers by JustTiff - A delectable AH take on Spike in a story with a beautifully calibrated slow, cinching, flirty build-up.

Ex Magic by bookishy - Deft writing, rock solid character voices, and a season seven plot that just bellows with interesting/clever/smutty potential. It’s the WIP I’m most excited to see continued.

In Heat by Nautibitz - This fic was my intro to both fanfic and smut. Even if it were shite, I'd still be sentimentally attached and rec the stuffing out of it. But it's not shite, not even close; it is, in fact, sublime.

Thursday's Child by Zabjade - Trauma and ensemble-y interaction and gender dynamics and gentle domesticity and high drama and moral complexity and slow build affection. Read it! Read it, I say!

Care by Sigyn - Good god this is a good premise: the Something Blue spell doesn't break and Buffy & Spike marry. What this is not is a breezy story making use of Spuffy's convenient canon engagement to make 'em bone ad infinitum. (Not that there's anything wrong with those stories; I personal eat those stories up with a spoon). But what Sigyn creates here is something more complex, clever and considered. She ducks none of the couple's flaws/impediments/limitations and ultimately she earns the bejesus outta the couple's happy ending.

Ever Sun, Ever Moon by St Ephiny - This WIP is absolutely laced was fraught, palpable tension and it's just heart-thumpingly good. St Ephiny is such a fabulous storyteller—handling character, timelines, dialogue and action with such aplomb—that she's able to push the characters to emotional extremes and still have them feel entirely grounded, believable and true.

My Life Closed Twice by anaross - The most delicious, articulate, nuanced, moral, tough, bitchy, swoon-inducing iteration of Spike in fanfic.

Ketchup and the Crocodile by yellowb - Post resurrection, Buffy runs away to New York. A beautiful, subtle and deliciously genuine story.

Crash and Burn by Nautibitz – AH. Brat meets brat. Fun and funny and fucking hot.

[klbloodx]

HLS Chapter 3 - 2027.2.12 Niansi①

Xiao Nanzhu overslept the next morning. What happened the previous night was so strange that he couldn’t sleep well on his first night back home.

He tossed and turned, unable to sleep, and kept thinking for the whole night. He got up eventually, took down the old Huangli on the wall, and studied it carefully for a while.

To his surprise, Xiao Nanzhu discovered that there were a couple of things he didn’t notice on the old Huangli that had been in his house for so many years.

First things first, apparently, this old Huangli didn’t seem to differ from the general Hong Kong version of Huangli-s.

Similar red background and gold lettering as its cover, with all kinds of traditional elements symbolizing good luck and festivity fully filled these old papers, recording the changes of the four seasons, bearing the thousand years of time repeatedly over and over again.

In olden times, people didn’t have mobile phones or computers. The only way they judged when to sow and harvest, and when the season starts to change from spring to autumn, was to rely on the existence of the old Huangli.

(Source:net)

According to the legends, Huangli was originally created by the Yellow Emperor. It took thousands of years of ancient China workers’ wisdom to evolve and become what it is now. Until the modern days, when such old things seemed to be gradually eliminated by the continuous progression of time.

However, as Xiao Nanzhu sat on the bed, leaning against the wall and smoking, the moment he flipped open the Huangli, he couldn’t help but be fascinated.

Before him was all three hundred and sixty-five days in the various form of gorgeous, exquisite human or animal paintings, pleasingly arranged.

From traditional festivals to international festivals that only appeared in modern times. The four seasons to the most common and ordinary days. Not one day was missing, it didn’t seem strange at all.

What was strange, was that, as Xiao Nanzhu examined these beautiful and antique-feeling paintings carefully, he found that each calendar page had some weird things that he couldn’t tell, such as the one he was looking at… The third of August, international women's day.

The face of a woman holding a mirror couldn’t be seen clearly, but her figure seen from behind was refined and graceful.

That figure of her had an indescribable charm and attractiveness, just looking at it made one wonder. The Phoenix hairpin in her hair was so vivid as though it were alive, and the combination of pearl and jade drop earrings with a matching vermilion dark embroidered dress was extremely beautiful.

Overall, it should have been a very normal painting of an ancient lady dressing, but the sharp-eyed Xiao Nanzhu managed to get a glimpse of this beautiful lady’s pear blossom wooden dressing table, which had several bottles and jars of modern cosmetics on it.

Of course, no one can argue that ancient women cannot put on makeup, after all, they do brush powder on their faces and used chunzhi②.

(Source: Baidu search result. It’s always amazing how cosmetics had evolved over the times.)

Besides, Xiao Nanzhu is a grown man, he’s not good at judging whether if he had mistaken those as something else, but what's even more strange was that when Xiao Nanzhu furrowed his eyebrows and avert his gaze away from the folding screen with two mandarin ducks playing in water③, he found a bag that had carelessly fallen behind the screen, with a corner revealing...Hushubao④.

Xiao Nanzhu: “...”

He shut the calendar instantly as if he had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Xiao Nanzhu inexplicably felt ashamed. He shut his eyes closed as he broke out into a cold sweat and frowned, chanting silently “I must be dreaming I must be dreaming”, and lost his curiosity to continue investigating the calendar for the moment.

If the appearance and disappearance of the chubby little carp kid had left him in doubt, this surprising discovery was enough to convince him that his family’s old lady who had worked as Huangli Shi for decades must have kept something from him.

A calendar that had been hanging in his house for at least fifteen years was always kept up to date. If he had stayed at home more often, he wouldn’t have discovered it just now.

But what exactly are these mysterious things hidden within this calendar…?

With that question in mind, Xiao Nanzhu kept his eyes opened nervously in the darkness.

His lifestyle had been very disciplined when he served in the military, but now his mind was in complete state of chaos. Somehow, what Situ Zhang had said to him echoed in his mind. The entire night passed just like that.

He took down that suspicious old Huangli and placed it on the living room’s coffee table. However, out of some indescribable sense of worry, Xiao Nanzhu stood up and stuffed it into the fridge.

The fridge hadn’t been used for half a year and contained nothing but two rotten eggs. With the old Huangli being shoved inside, the fridge’s blueish lighting shone on them as if demons were sealed.

(Source: link. Yeah, right. It will work. Definitely.)

Xiao Nanzhu squinted his eyes in distrust and stuffed it in a little more, confirming that this thing probably wouldn’t escape and appear from the fridge from nowhere, he then headed back to his room and slept.

As he was finally asleep, his chaotic brain plunged into rare tranquility and he dreamt of something that had happened when he was a child and which he had since forgotten.

…

Xiao Nanzhu was never obedient as a kid. Except for his grandmother, who he only listened to sometimes, he was always showing his impudent nature to everyone.

He attended his classes, he read his books, but the little hooligans loitering near his school would still ‘challenge’ him with ‘martial arts’.

Xiao Nanzhu didn’t know how to hold himself back at that time, he often fought with kids who found trouble with him until they ran home crying. Every once in a while, his grandmother, old lady Xiao, would sigh for half a day at all the medical bills sent to their home.

“I say, A-Nan, you... Why did you break some other kid’s head again?”

“If I don’t break their heads, your grandson’s head will be the one broken.”

With a bruised mouth, he pursed his lips tightly, this rascal of only 12 years old had the nerve to defy his elders like this.

Grandma Xiao ran out of ideas on how to talk sense into this unruly child that even she couldn't even handle. She could only take some time out to send him to school and personally pick him up every day.

Such treatment was unique among the children at that time.

After all, everyone thought that they were big children already, nobody wants to let their grandparents hold their hands and fetch them to and from school. Xiao Nanzhu naturally was reluctant too, but his grandmother's temper was no better than his. 

No matter how much he refused to comply, he had no choice but to hold his resentment in, yet Situ Zhang used that to make fun of him every time.

Such strict discipline was imposed over the semester, during which Xiao Nanhu never encountered those big children again. Still, there was one particular time when Grandma Xiao had something else to do and didn’t fetch him from school. 

Xiao Nanzhu was blocked by several older children at the school’s back door of the school and was beaten up quite severely. Then, on that very day, something happened that had Xiao Nanzhu remembered for years.

For a long time, Xiao Nanzhu could recall every single thing that happened that evening. He was already in a bad mood, moreover, his head was trampled by numerous pairs of stinky rubber shoes that hadn't been brushed for days. His whole face was covered with dirt.

He gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy, but the other two children pressed his arms and legs down with full force. They kept mocking him as a motherless orphan, their voices became so sharp in his ears that it was almost deafening. Just then, a strange woman suddenly appeared.

“What are you brats doing?! See if I’ll call your parents over or not! Hah! Don’t run!! You dare to run huh!! You beat my son and you still want to run?! Say! Which school are you from! Oho, Zhang Da isn’t it? I know your mom, she’s that vegetable seller Xiaoliu from the vegetable market right? Just wait, I'll tell your mother when I buy groceries tomorrow… And you, aren’t you Peng Jiajia? What were you doing just now? Being so tall that you think you can bully others?”

This woman with a loud voice shot her scoldings just like a machine gun and helped him drove the big children away. She then gently picked him up from the ground. Xiao Nanzhu with eyes that were swollen and black, blinked and looked at this total stranger who seems to have a faint glow on her cheeks.

The woman with a mysterious glow all over her patted the ashes off him and lectured a whole lot to him. Seeing that Xiao Nanzhu remained silent, she sighed, and couldn’t help but pinch his cheeks.

“What are you looking at. You don't obey your elder’s words, you deserve what you get. Let’s go, I’ll take you home.”

Xiao Nanzhu didn’t know her at all.

But her voice was unfamiliar to him yet gentle, which kind of warmed his heart. He blankly followed this naggy, mother-like woman home hand in hand and didn’t dare to utter a word the entire way.

He had a thought as to whether or not it was another form of child abduction used by bad guys, but on second thought, he was already a big child, so he assumed he wasn’t worth as much and didn’t worry about it.

The woman, on the other hand, showered sparkles as she walked, like tiny stars scattered at her feet, and did not seem to care about Xiao Nanzhu's defensive attitude. She just nagged him in a pained and angry tone like every ordinary mother would. Xiao Nanzhu hadn’t heard these words since birth, he had no idea how he blindly followed her home.

(Source:link)

Xiao Nanzhu didn’t see his grandmother that whole day until they almost reached home as she came rushing out to see them. His grandmother was instantly relieved upon seeing the woman was holding his hand.

“Ah, thank you so much today... I've bothered you.”

“It's alright, old lady. I shall take my leave.”

This strange goddess-like woman spoke a few words to his grandmother and disappeared into the house. Xiao Nanzhu was scolded by her grandmother that day, but, for once, he didn’t talk back.

He tried to ask his grandmother who that woman was, but what Grandma Xiao didn’t want to tell, no one could dig out from her.

Luckily, Xiao Nanzhu is not the most curious person, he won’t bother to dig into it even if he doesn’t know the truth.

However, on that night as he was about to do his homework, he opened up his bag and suddenly saw the homework assigned by their Chinese teacher in class.

“Students, today is Mother's Day. Mother's Day is a special day for all mothers in the world. On this day, everyone should be respectful and thankful to our mothers who gave birth to us. So please go back and write a short composition about ‘My Mother’. You can write about what happened in your daily life or things you did for your mother, and hand it in tomorrow morning, alright?”

1. Niansi 廿四: 24th day of the month.

2. Chunzhi 唇纸：A closer description would be lip tints made from flowers and other organic substances dried on papers. More info(youtube)

3. Two mandarin ducks playing in water 鸳鸯戏水：A Chinese proverb for loving and loyal couples.

4. Hushubao 护舒宝：A brand of pads and tampons in China.

Happy Chuxi everyone! Happy Chinese New Year! I’m so sorry that I’m so late on the updates since it’s exam month for me right after CNY. I’ll try to make up for it during this few days if I can.

[aubretia23]

Disobedience

This is a submit to BoruSara Fanfiction Week for Day 4's prompt : disobedience.

Disclaimer : I don't own Naruto or Boruto or anything related to it.

Rating : K+/G

Indian mythology AU

Destiny has a strange habit of disobeying your wishes.

If Sarada could have torn her hair off - or better, thrown the wedding garland on his face rather than around his neck - she would have. At least it would wipe off the smug smirk on his face.

She could have avoided this situation entirely. Really. But no, she had to tempt fate.

She should have really listened to her naga grandparents when they told her to do tapasya to their lord - Lord Vishnu - to whom her ancestor Adishesha - the kings of the nagas - is one of his two vahanas. But she had to remember the entire Skanda episode and the fiasco with his two wives (and the latter's reincarnations) and deny their suggestion. Her uncle Itachi pointed out that she can devote the tapasya to Lord Shiva. The man was easier to please and more lackadaisical with his boons. Then she pointed out why and how Draupadi landed up in a polyandrous marriage which in turn led to the war at Kurukshetra.

Yeah.

Once tapasya was out of the way, how would King Fugaku - the current ruler of Nagaloka - marry off his immensely precious and beloved only grandchild? How would he find a man of merit, virtue and valour? His Sarada had demanded that the final choice of her husband should remain with her. It wasn't an extravagant demand. His granddaughter was highly educated in philosophy and scriptures, trained in warfare, delightful to sight and priceless to behold. Surely there must be someone out there, one who can be at her side unconditionally.

The only solution landed up being, with Sarada's approval, a swayamavara. Dozens of invitations to eligible bachelors were sent out. Princes, kings, warriors, sages and scholars of each and every realm and race were invited.

“Why did grandfather have to invite him?” Sarada muttered sullenly.

“Well, he is the prince of the garudas. It would have looked incredibly rude if your grandfather didn't.” Chocho answered back, her voluptuous figure, so typical of a yakshi, moved gracefully through the heap of fabric and ornaments which were to be a part of Sarada's bridal trousseau.

Sarada closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, willing herself to forget the man in question. She and Boruto grew up together since infancy. Their fathers were the ones who managed to bury the long standing rivalry between their races - the nagas and the garudas. Their mothers, his an apsara and hers a human who was a rishika, were also close. Somewhere, when and how she didn't remember, she and him became fierce rivals.

She rarely wanted to acknowledge back in their gurukula days under Guru Shino that she was mesmerised by his brilliantly blue eyes, found his golden plumage in his bird form and hair in his human form beautiful and his wit and charm disarming. She balmed her throbbing heart with denial. Of course, his grin was so annoying. But by the time their education ended a few months ago and she finally buckled up courage to confess what was in her heart, she heard that Sumire was already doing tapasya to gain the husband she desired. It had been no secret that the beautiful mermaid had been smitten with the young garuda since long. So with a heavy heart, she turned her back on her intentions and requested to be married off as soon as possible.

It wasn't easy. The conditions she had laid down for her swayamavara were not acceptable to many. She had demanded unquestionable fidelity on part of her husband along with their willingness to become her consort as well instead of just the other way around. A mighty proposition for many who expect polygyny to be the norm and had expected the throne of Nagaloka to be passed onto a distant male cousin of hers.

So, many long-winded, polite and bush-beating refusals arrived at her grandfather's court. The pain was dulled somewhat when she realised among the few acceptances of her conditions was one from Queen Kushina, the queen of garudas.

“Chillax. You should be happy that he didn't accept the invitation like Inojin or Shikadai or Metal or Mitsuki.”

Sarada smiled. She had sent an addition of a choice of rakhi to those men whom she held close to her heart. It heartened her to learn that they all had accepted the rakhi along with the invitation and swore to be at her side as her “brothers” through everything.

She can't help but overthink about how Boruto’s letter didn't mention anything about accepting her rakhi and instead sent her a set of the most beautiful anklets she had ever laid her eyes on. Rubies - the same stone as her nagamani - shone brightly alongside sapphires, emeralds and diamonds on solid gold. The design was exquisite and the craftsmanship impeccable and intricate.

She couldn't explain why but she had worn them to her swayamavara. She shouldn't have, ethically speaking. She wasn't going to interfere with Sumire's desire to marry Boruto, especially when Boruto had never given her any indication that he saw her as anything more than the oldest friend he had.

But here she was, decked in gorgeous bridal red and heavy temple gold, waiting for the tournament to end, in her chambers in the royal palace in netherworld. She glanced back at the large full-bodied mirror, standing proudly in a corner. It was crafted by Lord Vishwakarma, allowing passageway to the ones who will be able to complete each and everyone of the tasks set by her grandfather. They were not easy and she really doubted whether anyone could actually be declared a victor.

“Princess!” A servant called out to her, pointing towards the mirror. Her heart skipped a beat. She could see a faint glow from the mirror. There must be a victor. And now, she could set up a final test. If this person could see through her illusionary powers, she might consider marrying him. Whether to actually marry him or not depended on her. If he didn't, well, she could have a hearty laugh about it later on.

The mirror shone blindingly brightly, as though the sun itself had descended in the chamber. She shut her eyes tightly. There's no way she could see anything. A pause followed followed by an outburst of giggles from her handmaidens.

“Oh my! Sarada, you are going to get some sexy times tonight!” Her face burnt up red. She could hear the giggles of her entourage as they left the chambers. She could smell a familiar scent of Himalayan pinewood and fresh earth she could recognise anywhere in the world.

Her heartbeat sped up. No way. There's no way this is real.

She wanted to open her eyes but she couldn't immediately after being caught by such a strong flash of light. Nagas had excellent sight and smell but sensitive eyes. Casting illusion required immense amount of magical power and that also affected her speed of recovery. She could hear the man approach the balcony where she was waiting with the wedding garland in her hands.

He should not be able to see her. Her illusions were immensely powerful and his weakness had always been seeing through it.

“You know, I should have just jumped in through the balcony. The journey through the mirror was terrible. I feel a bit squeamish. I think you should move out of the way in case I end up puking.”

Sarada's eyes flew open. A blurry mop of golden hair slowly refocused itself back into the face of her oldest friend.

“You can see me?!” She sputtered. Until and unless the moron was just taking a lucky guess, she would rather die of humiliation at her illusion being seen through by the idiot.

“Duh.”

“How’s that possible?” Boruto nodded towards her feet, ignoring her incredulity.

The anklets.

Boruto smirked, rapidly closing in the distance between the two of them. “Our Lord was the one who gave me the gold which was used to make those. He said that they were “pure” and had anti-illusionary powers. Came in handy since I knew you would be setting up illusions.”

Sarada stared at him. This guy. This brat. This imbecile. Not only did he have an upper hand even before the swayamavara began, he was now giving her that absolutely annoying grin. How could she forget that his ancestor - Garudadeva - was the other of Lord Vishnu's two vahanas? And that he had always been teasing the two of them together.

“So?” Boruto raised a brow.

“So what?” Sarada glared at him viciously.

“Aren't you going to put that garland on me?”

“Whatever made you think that I am going to marry you?!”

Boruto waggled his eyebrows towards her ankles. Sarada flushed even more.

“I have a right to refuse you.”

“Hey!”

“Hey yourself. What about Sumire?”

“What about her?” Boruto blinked in confusion.

“She is doing tapasya to have you as her husband.”

“Ah that, I don't want her. I never saw her as more than a friend. And...she is not doing that tapasya anymore. It's a, um, well, it's a long story.”

“....”

“Listen, I know that-”

The chamber doors banged open. At least half of their families flooded in. Chattering, giggles and congratulations flooded the air while Boruto and Sarada looked on in bemusement. Sakura hugged Sarada tightly while Hinata nearly choked Boruto out of joy. Their parents, grandparents, his sister, everyone was there.

“Big Brother, why don't you have the garland around your neck?” Himawari was the first to notice that Boruto and Sarada are yet to choose each other as their significant other.

Sarada stiffened visibly. Boruto recovered from his previous bemusement immediately.

"You see, Sarada was just curious about how I actually saw through her illusion. And she was so curious that she forgot that we are having a swayamavara out here. Even about the garland. But that's a good thing too. Now that everyone is here, why not do it in front of everyone. Nice idea, right Sarada?” Smugness oozed out of his grin. Sarada gritted her teeth and viciously pushed the other garland she was carrying into his hands.

“Hey!”

Sarada looked up to find gentleness in those brilliantly blue eyes. Sigh. She's hopeless.

Utterly. Absolutely. Completely. Hopeless.

The weight of a garland pressed around her neck. Boruto had chosen her as bride. Smirk melted off into a smile before blooming into a grin. Blush spread across her cheeks and she practically threw the garland around his neck, accepting him as her groom.

It is the beginning of a really long journey together.

“I think I still need to puke. I am still squeamish.”

“Argh! Don't you dare do it on me.”

Tagging @uzumakiani @koppiehart @smartchocobear who I believe are from Indonesia (I may be wrong) and might get a lot of the references in this fic.

[sethananya]

Which are the best water parks in and around Mumbai and Pune?

Find the list of best water parks in and around Mumbai and Pune to beat the summer heat in the best possible way. Take a small break from itchy summer heat and have fun with family and friends at the coolest aqua park near you.

Beat the heat and soak in the fun with some of the best Water Parks in town. Sun God is starting to shine down on us with the onset of summers and there is no better way to get the fun quotient soaring!Water Parks are the best getaway options to spend some quality time and create memories galore either with group of friends or a day out with family.

 Here are some of the best Water Parks in and around Mumbai and Pune:

 Imagicaa Water Park: India’s only water park meeting International standard rides and slides with close proximity from both the places Mumbai & Pune with a world class stay at Novotel Imagica.

 It’s surely a paradise and the hub of entertainment where the water’s full of life with over a dozen pools, high-speed water slides to set your adrenaline pumping, and you can also catch a wave at the Wave Pool where the surf’s always up or Grab a tube, laze the day away and take a leisurely ride down drifting on a ‘Lazy River.’Furthermore, if you are a party animal then this is an ideal destination for music lovers where many Indian and International artists perform throughout the year.You can also club the Snow Park to get relief from the infamous heat and humidity outside.If you wish to refuel your energy then head over to Imagicaa’s exquisite restaurants to refresh from your day’s exhaustion.

 Water Kingdom: As the name suggests, it’s the kingdom of water being one of Mumbai’s famous water parks. It is an ideal place for a day-long picnic near Mumbai with family and friends to enjoy a plethora of slides and pools.

 Some of the famous and gigantic slides are Adventure Amazonia, Brat Zone and What-a-Coaster! Here there’s also the largest wave pool – Wetlantic which is spread across 100 meters with scenic natural beauty and also the Lagoon, spread across 30,000 sq.ft. being India’s Largest Aqua play pool.You can also bask in some great food served at many restaurants inside the park.

 Nishiland Water Park: This is one of the renowned water parks in Mumbai for a lot of reasons. One, it is spread over 55 acres with lush greenery amid tall trees and the gorgeous Sahayadri mountains which leaves you spellbound. Next, it is known for its prime location leading to connectivity from both the cities of Mumbai and Pune.

 This water park has several features to amaze people of all ages. Some of the best features include the Rub-a-dub Jacuzzi, lazy river, Wave Pool, body slides, sweet slides, and a separate children’s play pool.  Apart from the crazy slides, this water park offers an array of mouth-watering cuisines to keep your taste buds alive and your energy levels high.

Sentosa Resorts and Water Park – A luxurious resort with a Water Park situated at Mumbai-Pune Expressway.

 You can have a delightful experience along with your family and friends at budget-friendly rates with a one-day stay option. This place is famous for being kids-friendly where the little ones are given small life jackets. A breathtaking experience awaits here where waterfalls from the mountain inside the pool look beautiful.They have an incredible spread of food with many options to decide on from.You can even host a wedding, anniversary, birthday party, etc. on their big beautiful lawn.

Shangrila Resort and Water Park: Splash with fun in an opulent resort with an inbuilt Water Park to keep you away from the chaotic urban lifestyle.Some of the temptations here are the Thrilling Splash Pool, magnificent rides and slides and the Great Ever-Flowing Waterfall to rejuvenate you every now and then.

 This park organizes a Rain Dance Party on special days during monsoons to brighten up the mood of the guests.This Water Park in Mumbai will surely be an enjoyable and memorable experience with your family or friends.

[kpopyourcherryy]

Blood, Sweat, & Tears - Final (2/2)

1, 2, Final 1/2

Here’s the official final part of B,S,&T’s - Hopefully you guys enjoyed as much as I did~  Now prepare yourselves for all the lovely sin that fills this chapter

Genre; S m u t 

Length; 2,600 +

Kink(s); Sir! (with mentions of Daddy!) Jin, a smidgen of blood play, oral, impact play, degradation, exhibitionism 

Warning(s); Mentions of blood bc ya know.. vampires

Jin brought his hand to your neck, gently wrapping his longer fingers around it, “Here?” He asked smirking as he watched you bite your lower lip, “Or how about-” 

His hand traveled down the  lace covered valley between your breasts, his finger tips tenderly grazing on of your clothed pert nipples in circular motions earning your soft gasps, “Here?” He asked, gently pinching then tugging on your nipple.

You could help but to sweetly whine at his touch, it was so exquisite yet so teasing. “Do- Don’t tease..” You whimper as your hips thrust up towards him.

His hand traveled back up towards your throat, roughly wrapping around it as he practically pushed you further onto the bed. The darkened glare in his eyes gave you butterflies and only worsened your arousal.

Jin leaned down, his plump lips were less than an inch away from yours when he growled, “DON’T... Tell me what to do princess.” His voice when from smooth and sweet to this animalistic snarl, “You’re mine, and I’ll do whatever I please. Got it?”

Though you considered yourself to be quite the brat and despite wanting to reply with some kind of snarky comment- ya know because it was fun teasing you, you couldn’t. He had you unable to speak, the only thing you found yourself capable of doing was nodding your head.

You watched as Jin grinned at your silent agreement, “Now kitten, how should I break you?” He asked in a purely rhetorical context while removing his hand from your throat, “Hmmm.. there’s so many things I could do to you princess; so many things I could do to make you squirm, so many things I could do to see that pretty little face of yours stained with tears...”

His hand slowly trailed down your torso to your hips then suddenly pressed his lips against yours. Soft whimpers flowed out of you as both his hands roughly gripped your hips while he rubbed his hardened member on your sopping core.

When he finally broke the kiss, he peered down at your with his heavy lidded eyes, “Be a good girl for me, okay y/n?”

“Ye- Yes Sir..” You stutter your meek reply while you watch him move down in between your legs. Soon his lips were inches away from your covered slit and your body ached with pure want. It took every bit of strength inside you not to just grab the back of his head and ride his gorgeous face.

He could apparently read you mind because all he could do was chuckle as he stared up at you, still keeping is lips at this painfully close yet far distance, “Pink looks so pretty on you, y/n..” He sweetly cooed as his long fingers grazed your inner thighs, “Especially here..” 

Suddenly two fingers were placed on your lace covered flower. His skilled fingers found your clit then gently rubbed it as he dug deeper into your slit. A soft groan escaped him as he felt your essence soak through your panties and coat his fingertips. 

“You’re so wet already..” He moaned causing you to practically melt right then and there. Jin couldn’t help but to adore the way your cherubic face contorted as he tenderly touched your flower. “Let’s get these off you princess..” 

All you found yourself capable of doing was nodding, “Mhmm.” You shakily hummed, lifting your hips as he pulled off the lace fabric- flinging it off to the side. 

He, then, wasted no time at all and immediately dove right into you. His plush lips closed around your already swollen clit while he used two of his deliciously long fingers to explore your drench folds. 

Series of elongated moans and gasps flowed out of you like an erotic symphony. “Ji- Jin..” You meekly whined as you back arched up off the mattress. 

SMACK! 

A loud slap filled the room and the stinging pain that followed drew out a wimpy mewl. Jin gently caressed the gradually reddening spot on your inner thigh, “Address me correctly.” He demanded icily, licking his lips- tasting the remnants of your essence. “I mean- unless you want me to bruise up these gorgeous thighs princess..”

You could swear you practically felt the wetness between your legs gush out of you. Biting your lower lip, you contemplated whether you wanted to obey right away or make him work for it. “B- But..” You spoke softly, “What if I want bruises?” 

Jin slowly stood from his place, hoovering over you- raking those fingers of his through his silky hair. “Oh really? After the boys were so rough with you princess?” He chuckled as he rolled his eyes, “After you were such an obedient little girl for them.. you going to be a little brat with me?” 

“Maybe~” You teased and just as you opened your mouth to speak once more, Jin slapped your inner thighs at least four more times; increasing the intensity after every blow. Pained yelps flowed freely from your lips as you began to pull yourself up on the bed in a weak attempt to escape his harsh hand. 

“Not uh.” He suddenly growled, gripping your legs tightly then dragging you back down to the edge closest to him. “Where do you think you’re going, huh little slut? You wanna act like a brat after I planned to be so gentle with you... then I’ll treat you like one.”

Suddenly, his hand tightly wrapped his hand around your throat and yanked you up to him. Jin smirked, flashing his knife-like fangs; though you should’ve at least been a tad used to seeing them by now because of the others, you could feel your heart race as your lower lip quivered.  

Jin lowered himself, his lips once again inches away from your’s. “What slut?” He snarled, lifting his upper lip slightly like an agitated animal, “You scared?” 

Instinctively, you gulped and rapidly shook your head. “N- No..” 

He tightened his grip on your throat, “No what? Huh princess?” 

“No.. No, Sir, I’m not.” You replied weakly, gasping for air with each word you utter out. 

A cocky smile painted across his  angelic face, than landed one more painful blow on your sensitive thighs drawing out one last pain-filled yelp from your beautiful pink-stained lips. 

“That’s my good girl..” He cooed, licking his fangs as he knelt back down in between you legs. “Tsk Tsk Tsk” He clicked his tongue while shaking his head, his fingers gently grazing over the bright red spots on your thighs. 

“Thats-” He spoke, cutting himself off as his plump lips pressed themselves against our abused flesh causing you to wince slightly, “why you should listen to me little girl..” As he finished speaking, he kissed his way up your thigh- his lips returning to their rightful place between your legs. 

“Mhmm, fuck..” He growled as he inhaled your sweet scent, then practically attacking your soaking cunt like a starved animal. 

“Oh fuck!” You groaned, your hands finding their way down to his hair as he feasted on you. The combined sound of both your moans seemed to fill the house in a harmonious lewd song. Your lids were heavy and your mouth hung open as you pushed him further into you, “Go- God.” You weakly whined, the only thing you were able to verbalize after that were curses as you neared your first climax. 

Jin could sense how close you were, he could feel your walls tightening around his tongue. Withdrawing himself from your needy core, he continued to gently rub your hardened clit in half-circle motions, “You wanna cum princess?”

The feeling of his finger rolling your clit could have sent you over the edge right then and there, but you knew if you indulged yourself too much- you’d end up with a bruised, sore bottom. “Uh huh~” You mewled as you squirmed a bit, trying to get him to give you the friction you needed. 

SMACK! 

“Ahh!” You yelped, pressing your lips together as you attempted to not focus on the stinging that followed the harsh impact.

“Behave yourself kitten..” He snarled, “-Or else Daddy won’t give you want you want.” He coldly warned while he tenderly massaged your inner thigh. “Now, babygirl, tell Daddy what you want properly.” 

You let out a timid whimper as your body practically begged for that sweet release, “I- I..” You stuttered, “I wanna cum, Daddy. Please let me cum, pretty please.” 

Your begging was music to his ears, “I love hearing you beg princess..” He cooed, his fingers returning to your aching cunt. Pushing two fingers in, he could feel how tight you still were despite being used so well the day before- he hissed as he began to imagine how amazing you’d feel wrapped around his dick. 

“I wanna fuck the shit out of you babygirl.” He growled as he begin pumping his digits in and out of you at a brutal pace. “Cum for me baby, cum all over Daddy’s fingers.” 

You were so close now, hearing his lewd coming and feeling his long fingers fuck you as he nipped at your inner thighs pushed you over the edge into that oh-so familiar abyss. Though your mind was clouded, you could hear Jin’s adorable giggle as he slowed his paced and watched your body convulse as you rode out your orgasm. 

Jin lovingly stroked your bum and legs as you began to calm down, a small smirk appeared on his face the moment you were finally able to look up at him. With his head tilted slightly, he nudged himself between your still parted legs. “Ready for me babygirl?” He sweetly asked as he slipped off his muted pink briefs, his hardened cock now in his hand. 

It was still a bit difficult for you to speak, but you managed through it, “Yes, Daddy.” You softly replied, biting you lower lip. 

Leaning over to you, Jin grabbed the back of your neck- propping you up as he steadied himself in front of your welcoming entrance, “I want you to watch me fuck you princess.” He growled, tightening his grip on you, “I want you to see how pretty you look wrapped around my cock princess.” 

His lust fueled words played in your head on repeat as you eagerly watch the the head of his cock slide into your dripping entrance, “Sh- Shit..” You murmured, your eyes rolled back as you relished the slight stretch you felt as he pushed deeper into you. 

“Fuck, princess, you better be watching..” He warned as he began fucking you at a steady pace. Jin groaned as he watched his cock disappear inside you over and over again, “You feel so fucking good babygirl.” 

You moans gradually grew louder as you intently watched his member drilling into you, “Holy fuck..” You whimpered as he roughly gripped your hip with his free hand and began to pick up his pace. Reach up to him, you grabbed his bicep to steady yourself, “You’re so fucking big..” You blurted out. 

A cocky grin sprawled across his face as he began to brutally pound into you, “I want you to only think about me.” He snarled as he practically clawed into your side, “I want you to think about how good Daddy’s cock makes you feel babygirl.” 

Throat tearing moans began to flow out of you, as you tried to focus on his voice. You could feel your mind begin to go blank as he hit your most sensitive spot perfectly, the only words you seemed to manage out were Daddy and Oh god. Your slunk back as he firmly held you in place, your mouth hung wide open as you continuously moaned out for him. 

Jin peered up at you with his dark, heavy lidded eyes; beads of sweat began to form on his forehead as he plowed into you, suddenly his eyes zeroed in on your exposed neck. “Daddy’s hungry babygirl..” He growled, bringing you up closer to him then lowering himself towards you. 

“Eat, Da- Daddy..” You whimpered, stuttering your reply as you officially offered yourself to him. 

He wasted no time at all, seconds later you felt was his sharp needle-like fangs piercing your skin and burying themselves into your neck. You only could feel the pain for a short amount of time as his pace slowed, as he regained his footing his began his unrelenting speed once more. 

The scent of iron invaded your nose as you could feel beads of blood trickle down your chest. You moaned as you heard the satisfied groan that escaped him as he fed. “Am I good Daddy?” You moaned out, his silent nod followed.

You shut your eyes for a second just to concentrate on the pure euphoria you felt, when you suddenly felt hands on your bare breasts. Opening your heavy lidded eyes, you peered up and were greeted by the other boys surrounding you, some scooping up the fallen blood with their fingers. 

“D- Daddy..” You whimpered, as you saw their predatory gazes and their exposed fangs. 

“Hush little one..” Yoongi cooed as he sat himself beside you, his large hand smeared the new falling beads of blood across your breasts. He lowered his mouth onto your blood covered nipple, taking it into his mouth. 

Jimin followed in his Hyungs lead, allowing more blood to freely stream down then messily smearing and covering your supple breasts in the delicious red substance before finally lowering his mouth onto you. “So good..” The younger man hummed as his tongue ran over your nipple, lapping up any blood that covered it before wrapping his lips around it. 

You felt your lip quiver, a soft hiss escaping your lips as the two men toyed with your breasts. Next thing you knew, Jin slowly rose up- retracting his fangs from you. “You taste so fucking good babygirl.” He cooed as he laid you back onto the bed. 

He continued drilling into you, chasing his nearing climax as he intently watched as the others began smearing your blood across your naked body. The sight before him was incredible; the way your beautiful face contorted as pleasure overwhelmed you, the way yoongi and jimin had practically latched on your blood covered tits, and the way the others tried everything to at least get a taste of you. 

“FUCK!” You groaned as you peered up at him, seeing the remnants of your blood trickle down his plush lips turned you on like nothing ever had before, you whimpered as your climax began inching closer and closer, “Daddy- I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna cum!”

“Cum for me babygirl..” Jin snarled as he neared his own end, the desperation in your voice was nearly enough to send him over the edge. 

Suddenly you felt someone lick a broad strip down the valley of your supple breasts, “Cum y/n..” You heard Hobi growl against your chest. 

“We’re hungry, baby..” Jungkook suddenly budded in, as he began to stroke neck. 

Hearing the desperation in their voices flung you into that lovely abyss. You could feel your walls tighten around Jin’s member as your climax bolted through your body for the second time. Your body shook beneath the men as they praised you, whispering sweet compliments to you as you rode out your orgasm. 

Jin’s thrusts sputtered, and he followed you into the abyss minutes later. “Shit, I’m cumming so fucking much babygirl.” He whimpered as he buried his cock deep inside you, shooting his load deep into your cunt. 

He stayed there, gripping your hips for support before finally pulling out of you. Wiping the now drying blood from his chin, he licked his lips savoring your taste. “Don’t drink her dry..” He joked as the others began to move to bare areas of your body- all preparing to feed. 

“Don’t worry, Hyung..” Namjoon cooed, as he slid himself down to your thigh next to Hoseok. “We know our limits..”

“JIn-Hyung..” Tae softly spoke a mischievous little chuckle flowed out of him, as his lips echoed over your wrist, “We’ll take good care of her..” 

[twilightangel004]

The Princess Of Hope And Beauty - Chapter 2

I have finally finished chapter two of my fanfition. I apologize for the delay, but I have been busy with school and looking for a job. Hopefully there won’t be a long delay for chapter three. I know this chapter is filled with a lot of fluff, but I was trying to do a calm before the storm type thing. I will further expaned on Towa’s dream in a oneshot and I’ll probably write for fluff oneshots about the family. Hope you all enjoy this entry.  

Here is the link for chapter 1.

                                                Chapter 2

                                               The Forest 

           Five years had passed in Hope Kingdom. Towa had truly become a grand princess to her people, and her lifelong dream of being such a thing had finally come true. She loved her kingdom and would do anything to aid the citizens, but Towa started to have a new dream. A dream that she and her husband, Shut, both shared; it was for their beloved daughter, Alanna, to be just as wonderful of a princess.

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            It was three days before Princess Alanna’s sixth birthday and her parents were making arrangements for this to be the best birthday she would have. Towa went to the marketplace to pick up her daughter’s birthday gift from the music shop.

            The royal teachers, Miss Shamour and Mr. Kuroro have been doing their best when teaching the sweet child the lessons needed to be a princess, however, no matter how hard Alanna tried, she was always a tad slow with learning them. Alanna had not mastered playing the violin as opposed to her mother when she was her age. This did upset the little princess a great deal because she and her father loved to sit down and listen to her mother play beautiful melodies along with her uncle on their violins, and Alanna wanted to someday join them in their symphony.

            Towa could sense her daughter’s frustration on failing her violin lessons so many times, and she would comfort her by telling the story of how a girl named Haruka, who was once Cure Flora, had a dream of becoming a princess. Towa described how the girl had difficulty with the lessons needed to be a fine princess, she also could not play the violin right away, however with determination and hope, she did become one. This story helped rekindle the determination of the little princess and gave her the confidence to never give up as well.

              Even though Alanna was slightly improving on her violin lessons, she still practiced relentlessly to become a great violinist. Towa admired her determination and thought that she would love to have a special violin. Just a few weeks before, Towa paid the music shop owner to create a beautiful one of a kind violin. When Towa finally saw the gift, she was amazed by the craftsmanship. Its ribs and scroll were crimson red while the rest of the body was a gorgeous golden yellow.

            “It’s so beautiful, thank you so much.”

            “No need to thank me your highness, it was my pleasure to craft it. Hopefully, Princess Alanna will like it.” The shop owner said with a tone of kindness.

            “I’m sure she’ll love it. Thank you once again and have a good day.” The princess then exited the shop.

            Back at the castle, Shut was helping his little girl pick out a dress for her to wear on her big day. Shut wanted her to look exquisite for the ball to be held for her birthday. Alanna had inherited her father’s taste in beauty, so they never argued on what type of dress she should wear for different occasions. She also inherited his love for flowers which gave Shut a recent idea to have a flower head band made for Alanna. She instantly fell in love with it to the point where she rarely ever took it off and thanked her papa with one of her giant hugs.

            Ever since he became a father, Shut was no longer nervous about living in Hope Kingdom and interacting with the citizens. It no longer mattered what he did in the past and that he was originally a creature of despair. He was now living a blissful life with his lovely princess wife and their charming daughter.

            Both father and daughter found the perfect dress for her birthday. It was a light blue ball gown, with tiny puffy sleeves, and small shimmering white flower shapes sprinkled around the chest and top of the skirt.

            After the maids helped the little princess put on the dress, she stepped out from behind the room divider, and tried to elegantly curtsey for her father.

            “Papa, do I look pretty?” She asked. Shut just stared at his daughter with wide eyes and then without warning, he picked her up.

            “Pretty is an understatement. You look beautiful Alanna!” He shouted with cheer, which made his daughter giggle.

            Shut was so proud of Alanna, that he could not stop bragging to people about how cute and beautiful she was. People did agree that the little princess was a vision of loveliness and never grew tired of her father boasting about it. The only one who grew irritated was Lock, who Shut usually wore during those scenes.

            “Don’t you always say she’s beautiful?” Lock spoke from the dressing table where he laid.

            “Must you ruin a nice moment?” Shut said in agitation as he put his daughter down. To avoid an argument between her father and Lock, Alanna went to the table to pick up the scarf and wrap him around her neck. Lock was a little surprised by this, then the little princess spoke to him.

            “I don’t mind Papa saying I’m beautiful all the time.” She then stepped away from the mirror, “Would you like someone to say that about you Lock?” Lock was going to roll his eyes when he decided to see what Alanna saw. All he saw was the princess in her ball gown, wearing a yellow and black striped scarf that clashed with the outfit.

            “I think you’re a very beautiful scarf Lock. Maybe I can wear you next time Papa and I go to the marketplace.” Hearing the little princess say this, made the scarf feel like blushing although it was impossible for him to do that. Although he acted like he did not care for Alanna, Lock did have a soft spot for her. She was always so kind to him, even when he was in a bad mood.

            “Like I have a say in the matter, but yeah, if you really want to, I don’t care.” Lock tried to respond with an apathetic tone. Shut was almost against the idea, he did not want his daughter to have to put up with Lock’s bad attitude. However, he did love how kind his little girl was to others even when they had not earned such a response. Alanna was a sweet, bubbly, little girl, who never behaved like a spoiled brat despite her parents doing everything to make her happy and she tried her best to make everyone else feel that way as well. This trait did not come from the knowledge of being a princess, but rather Alanna developed it naturally.

            Soon the chamber doors swung open as the mother princess stepped right in. Alanna quickly ran to her while trying not to trip in the ball gown she was still wearing. As she got close to her mother, she made a misstep and began to fall to the ground, but just before she hit her face, Towa broke her fall by catching her around the waist. She then gave her child a gentle hug.

            “Oh, Alanna, you know you shouldn’t run in a gown like that, you could get hurt.” Towa spoke in a concerning tone but could not help but slightly grin at her daughter’s charm.

            “I’m sorry Mama.” The little princess responded. Towa knew that her daughter only did such an act was because she was overjoyed to see her mother despite only been gone for a couple of hours. The little princess loved her parents with all her heart and hated to be away from them for a long period of time, such as when her mother had to travel away from Hope Kingdom for royal business trips. When it was time for Towa to come back home, Alanna would be so excited to see her mother again, that she would wake up at the crack of dawn and go to her father’s room to wake him. She would repeatedly say with cheer “Papa, wake up! Mama’s coming home today.” As soon as Towa entered the castle, the little princess would always run as fast as possible to her mother and trap her in a giant hug.

            “Um, hello? Have you forgotten all about me? It’s kind of hard to ignore a talking scarf.” Lock spoke up, which surprised Towa and Alanna who suddenly remembered she was still wearing him.

            “Well,” Shut stepped in and pulled Lock off the little princess. “I think that is enough of my little girl wearing you for the day.”

            Lock just snorted “Still a better experience than having you wearing me.” Shut was agitated by the scarf once again and was about to threaten that he would not bring him to the ball. However, his wife interrupted his thought. “Oh my, Alanna you look so elegant.” the mother princess complemented her daughter in the ball gown.

            “Thank you, Mama.” She responded as she trilled around showing off the dress “Papa helped me find this.”

            “That doesn’t surprise me. Your father has such good taste.” Towa then walked over to her husband and gave him a small kiss on the cheek, which made Shut slightly blush. “Sweetie, how about you put on your normal dress, so you can come help us choose decorations for your ball.” Towa asked.

            “Okay.” Alanna responded with a quick nod and sprinted behind the room divider. It only took about four minutes for Alanna to take off her ball gown and put on what she normally wore which was a light blue dress with golden trims, pink hearts for buttons and pinned on the trims. Matching pink ribbons wrapped around her neck and waist and dark blue shoes with buckles.

            “I’m done.” The little princess informed her parents gleefully as she trotted to them. Just before they left the room, Shut stopped his daughter.

            “Hold on sweetie.” Shut said as he was trying to undo the knot Alanna made on her ribbon. She still had not learned how to tie a bow properly, so Shut always fixed it for her. “There you go.” Soon the family was out of the room, totally unaware of the crow perched on the windowsill. The same black bird that watched them on the day the little princess was born.

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            After a long day of preparations and planning, it was now time to put the young princess to bed. Alanna got into her nightgown, jumped into her bed and waited for her mother to tuck her in.

            After Towa gave her daughter her good night kiss, she was about to leave the room until Alanna spoke up.

            “Wait, Mama, what about the story?”

            “Are you sure you want to hear it tonight? You had a long day and you must be very tired.”

            “No, Mama. I’m not sleepy yet, and I won’t be until I know what happens to the Princess PreCure.” Alanna then gave her mother a sad puppy dog expression, and Towa could not say no to that.

            Alanna had become fascinated with the Princess PreCure. She would constantly ask her mother to tell her stories about them no matter what. It became a ritual that before the little princess would go to bed, Towa would come to her room and tell her daughter the stories about them. Alanna was amazed to hear that her own mother was once a PreCure as well. However, that night was the very last story and when it was all over Alanna asked “Mama, will you ever see them again?”

            This almost made Towa shed a tear for the years that have passed since she had to leave her friends in the human world. She was also crying at the farewell that day. However, she remembered what her friend Haruka told her, that no matter where they were, they would always be connected. She reassured Towa that she was sure that one day they would all meet again. Towa told her daughter all of this and Alanna asked, “If you do see them again, can I meet them too?”

            “Of course, you can sweetie, I would love for them to meet you.” Towa said as her daughter started to reluctantly fall asleep which was her cue to leave the room.

            That night Towa had a wonderful dream, of where she was in a room that had fancy furniture, and a luminescent glow. The room looked like it had been in her castle, but what made her smile as she cried with tears of happiness was seeing Haruka, Minami, and Kirara once again after so many years. They gave each other giant hugs and then sat in the room talking about how their lives have been. Minami had recently achieved her degree as a marine veterinarian, Kirara had become one of the top models in the world, and Haruka had been working hard on her dream of becoming a princess and in some regards, she had become one. She had grown out her hair which resembled her hair as Cure Flora, she has shown true princess etiquette, and said she just recently opened a flower shop in her hometown, to share her love of flowers with others. The people in her town have nicknamed her The Princess of Flowers for those accomplishments.

            Soon it was Towa’s turn to tell her friends about what has happened in her life. She told them that she had become a truly grand princess to the citizens of her kingdom. Her friends congratulated her on fulfilling her lifelong dream as well. Towa also wanted to tell them that she fell in love with Shut, married him and that they now have a daughter. However, before she could say anything else, the young women all notice that a glow was coming from each of their chests. This was soon followed by four small balls of light appearing before them, the orbs then took on the forms of crystallized versions of the former PreCures’ dress up keys they used to transform into the legendary warriors. Each of them grabbed their key from midair and looked at one another in slight confusion. Before they could say anything, the room turned into a dark blur, and the dream was over.

            Towa jolted awake from her slumber. At first, she was confused at where she was, but she saw her husband sleeping on his side of their bed. She realized she was still in her bedchambers. Towa laid back down to return to her sleep, but she noticed a little body snuggled between her and Shut. It was Alanna, who must have been woken up from a frightening dream. She would always go to her parents’ room and sleep with them for the rest of the night because she felt safe with them.

            Towa lightly patted her little princess on the head and gently kissed her on the four head.

            “I love you.” She said quietly so she wouldn’t wake up Alanna. She was grateful to have her for a daughter.

            Towa then realized that she was holding something in her right hand the whole time. As soon as she saw the object, she was flooded with joy as her eyes watered up with tears. She knew instantly that she would reunite with her friends soon. She had the proof of this, for she was holding the crystal version of her scarlet key, the one that she received in her dream.

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            The next day, Alanna was in her bed chambers. She was told not to leave the room until her parents said it was alright, because they did not want her to see the surprises, they had planned for her birthday celebration the next night. The little princess used this time to prepare for the ball, so she placed all her stuffed animals around the room, and pretended they were the guests. She tried her best to walk elegantly, be well spoken, she even grabbed one of her teddy bears and tried to ball dance with it. She wanted to do her best to act like a grand princess for the event.

            Mama and Papa are going to be so happy, the little princess thought, but was soon interrupted by a tapping coming from her window. Alanna saw a little black bird sitting on the windowsill. She was interested in the bird. There were plenty of colorful birds in Hope Kingdom that were normal and fairies like her Uncle Kanata’s butler Aroma, but Alanna had never seen a bird that was as black as the night sky, so she decided to open the window.

            “Hello. Uh, I mean good morning.” Alanna said to the bird politely because she still wanted to act like a proper princess even in the presence of a bird. The bird just stared at her, which gave Alanna slight chills, without warning it flew into her room and landed upon her bed. It began to stretch its wings and laid down on the bed as it groomed the feathers on its chest. The little princess thought that it looked kind of cute, and maybe it was not as intimidating as it appeared to be. She walked up to it. “Is there something you need?” the little princess asked. The bird looked up at her and tried to show innocence in its otherwise menacing eyes. It flew back outside the window and Alanna ran back there.

            “Do you want to go somewhere?” asked the princess. The crow responded by repeatably landing on the girl’s shoulder for a second then taking off and hovering over to where the Forest of Despair was in the distance. “You want me to go there?” Alanna asked in utter surprise. She remembered what her mother told her about that place, it was where the evil witch, Dyspear, had once resided. She remembered hearing about how the witch once invaded the kingdom and trapped all its citizens in cages of despair. This was only a few years before Alanna was born, but it really scared her to know something that horrible happened not so long ago. The bird began to caw at her, as if waiting for a response.

            “I’m sorry little bird, but I can’t go there. There could be really scary things in there.” The princess said in a frightened tone. With those words, the crow’s eyes returned to an intimidating expression. Soon its eyes were giving off a faint red glow, which led to the little princess to stare into them. Alanna had fallen into a deep slumber despite still being awake.

            There was a knock at the chamber doors, which put an end to the trance. The crow quickly flew as far away as possible. The door opened, and it was the royal fairy, Puff, in her human form. She was to escort the princess to the dining room for supper.

            “What are you doing Alanna-sama – pafu?” She asked in a sweet tone. When the crow’s trance ended, Alanna had lost all memory of the encounter with the bird. “I think I fell asleep.” The little princess responded. “That’s silly – pafu. How can you sleep when you’re standing up – pafu?” The maid said with naivety and cheer. The little princess responded with a confused shrug.

            “Well, we can’t focus on that now, let’s go have supper – pafu.”

            “Okay. Can I carry you while we walk?” Alanna asked. She really loved Puff and thought she was one of the most adorable fairies in all the kingdom in her other form. “Sure, I love that – pafu.” Then with a puff of smoke Puff took on her normal form which resembled a small pink poodle. She hopped into the little princess’s arms and they were out the doors.

            Damn that fairy. I’ll just have to try again at nightfall. The crow thought in frustration.

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            When evening fell onto the kingdom, Princess Alanna tried to sleep, but could not succeed in doing so. There were so many huge events happening for the little princess. Her huge birthday ball was happening soon. There was also the news about her mother’s dream from the other night and receiving the crystal key made Alanna excited for the chance to finally meet the other Princess PreCure.

            It was past midnight when a noise woke up Alanna. She heard a clacking at her windowsill, which gave her a strange feeling of deja vu. When the clacking continued, Alanna decided to get up from her bed and see what was making that noise. She saw nothing at her window, so she opened it up to have a thorough inspection. Suddenly a black bird swooped in front of the little girl. This time there was no stalling, the crow stared into Alanna’s eyes. Without any interruptions, the princess was fully under the crow’s trance.

            “What’s going on?” The princess tried to ask in a struggling voice trying to cling to reality. You wish to be a grand princess, do you not? A voice asked Alanna. The little princess had no idea where this voice was coming from or who was asking this.

            “Yes, I really do. I really want to be as grand as my mama.” Alanna responded with no hesitation or even control over her own actions. Well, if you want to be a grand princess, you must prove yourself worthy of the title. You must go to the Forest of Despair to show that you do not fear what forces    remain of the witch. Unlike earlier in the day, Alanna agreed to do the task for she was not in control of her own physical and mental actions. The only thought that ran in her head was how she wanted to be a grand princess and would do anything to achieve that goal.

            Alright let me guide you to the forest. The voice in Alanna’s head said. The little princess was now like a lifeless puppet, pulled by invisible strings from the crow who was the puppet master. With the aid of the crafty bird, the little princess was able to get past the royal guards and left the castle grounds.

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            Princess Towa was sleeping pleasantly with her husband early in the night. However, as the night went on, Towa was starting to wake up from her slumber. She had a strange feeling that something was not right. At first, she thought that maybe she forgot something important for her daughter’s ball, but this feeling would not go away, and Towa had an urge to check on her child. She thought that she would feel alright if she checked up on Alanna who should be tucked away in her bed, dreaming peacefully. When she entered Alanna’s bedchambers, she realized that her daughter was absent from her bed. Towa’s heart was racing as she looked at the opened window. She hurried back to her bedchambers to wake up her husband.

            “Shut, Wake up.” She frantically repeated, until he opened his eyes.

            “What is it, Towa?”

            “Oh, Shut. I was checking on Alanna, she’s not in her chambers and the window was open.” This fully woke up Shut, who instantly felt the same amount of worry that his wife felt at that moment.

            They went back to the bedchamber to thoroughly check if their little princess may still be in there. After that, they called the castle staff for an emergency meeting. As soon as they heard that their beloved little princess was missing, the staff was fully awake and searched every nook and cranny in the castle to see if Alanna was still there. It became such a huge ordeal, that the king, queen, and prince Kanata woke up and joined the search party. They were also worried about where their youngest member of the family could have been. Once the castle was fully checked, the royal family searched the castle grounds. The guards did a thorough search calling out for Alanna, but they could not find a trace of the princess.

            “Where could she be?” Towa said. She was trying to be calm and collective, but that was starting to crumble away from her stress and anxiety.

            “Your majesty, do you believe that it is possible that Princess Alanna ran away from home? Were there any problems that recently occurred?” asked the captain of the guards.

            “No. How could you ask such a thing?” Shut answered for his wife. He said these words with slight aggression, as if he was personally insulted by the man’s question. “Our little Alanna would never run away. She has always been happy as far as we know.”

            As Shut said these words, Towa thought that maybe instead of running away, their child was kidnapped. This made her eyes widen in horror, and her heart stop for a split second. This scenario was becoming all too familiar of when Towa was a young child and went missing. She knew where Alanna was going and had to hurry to prevent history from repeating itself.

            She grabbed her husband by the arm. “Shut, we have to hurry.” Towa said in a cryptic tone.

            “Do you know where she could have gone?”

            “I think she’s going to the forest.” Towa’s eyes were almost watering. Shut automatically knew what she was talking about and was horrified.

            The parents immediately asked the servants to fetch Towa’s horse. Towa and Shut got on the blond horse and rode off before anyone else was prepared to leave. Shut has never learned to ride a horse so Towa was riding upfront and he held on to her waist from behind trying not to fall off. The horse was running so fast that it seemed as if its hooves weren’t even touching the ground. Towa did not care about the possibility of the horse tripping, all that mattered was saving Alanna from the influence of Dyspear.

            The little princess was only a few feet away from entering the Forest of Despair. The crow that lead Alanna to this place perched itself on a tree near the entrance. Its eyes showed an expression of wicked glee, knowing that this would activate the revival of its master, as well as hurting the girl’s family, particularity her father. The bird originally saw him as a useless fool, but now it saw him as a traitor for not just helping the Princess PreCure many years ago, but also for joining Hope Kingdom’s royal family. However, this did create an interesting result. With a creature originally created from despair and the princess of hope conceiving a child, it could mean that the child’s presence in the forest could accelerate the revival of Dyspear.

            “Alanna!” A voice coming from the distance screamed in horror. This did not fully awake the princess from the trance, but it did stop her from walking any further. This made the crow so furious that it looked like its crimson eyes were two burning flames. It was too late to put Alanna back in the trance, so it needed to come up with a new plan. It would probably take years to achieve it, which made the bird all the more angry at being so close to achieving its goal, and now having to wait longer to do so. With an agitated caw, the crow flew into the forest and disappeared into the dark domain.

            Towa halted her horse from running, and quickly got off before it completely stopped. Shut also got off, but tripped a little bit, this did not affect Towa for all that was on her mind was grabbing her little girl. When she reached Alanna, she stopped running but the friction caused her to fall on her knees. She grabbed her daughter and held her so tight in her arms that the little princess could hardly breath, this snapped her out of her trance completely.

            “Mama, what’s wrong?” Alanna asked as her mother was still crying in both fear and relief.

            “Oh, Sweetie...” Towa could not say anymore, because she was still too choked up by the incident. Shut sprinted up to his wife and child and leaned down to give them both a huge hug, as if it was the only way to protect them from any dangers.

            “Alanna, are you alright?” the concerned father asked.

            “I’m fine, but I don’t know why you and Mama are so upset.” The little princess soon realized that they were nowhere near the castle, and all she saw was the entrance to the haunting, dark Forest of Despair. Alanna had no idea why they were in this location, for the crow had yet again, erased her memory of her second encounter with it.

            As the guard’s stallions and mares galloped to the scene, led by the prince, Towa asked why Alanna was going to go in the forest.

            “I don’t know.” She said as tears of fear filled her eyes with the horror of knowing she was going to enter the place she feared the most. Shut and Towa knew that their daughter was telling them the truth, for she had never lied to them. They knew that in some way, this was the work of the evil witch, Dyspear. They knew that their beloved Alanna was in great danger. Shut and Towa had history of once being the witch’s minions and they feared that Alanna could be in the same situation they were once in, or possibly worse.

            As the parents got back on to their horse to return to the castle, they knew that things were going to change. The blissful time without worries and fear was over. They vowed never to let anything happen to their beloved daughter and to keep her safe at all time.