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chosok-amo · 4 months ago

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꯱ ROTTEN, SO SPOILED! : U. HAJIME ꯱

summary : you are a spoiled girl, attend a well-known private school in your city, always having the best thing served on your plate, but always find your way to umemiya hajime, the delinquent in your city.

warning. cunnilingus, risky public space sex, unprotected sex, fingering, degrading, dirty talk, name-calling, praise kink.

wc. 8,7k ( sorry 😭 )

you walk through the vandalized hallways of furin high school, fuming with a box of bento in your left hand. the graffiti-covered walls and broken lockers only serve to amplify your anger. reaching the rooftop, you slam the door open, causing it to reverberate with a loud bang. the sound startles the furin students—sakura, suo, hiragi, kaji, nirei—who are busily gardening.

sakura, suo, nirei, hiragi, and kaji snap their heads toward you, eyes wide with surprise, while umemiya continues to calmly tend to the plants, seemingly unbothered by the commotion. you stride purposefully toward him, your anger palpable.

sakura, unable to contain his curiosity, turns to hiragi, the fourth king, and asks, “who is she?” hiragi glances at you, recognizing the fury in your eyes. “that's Y/N for you,“ he responds, his voice carrying a hint of amusement, throwing you a glance once before back to the plant on his hands, “she's here to see umemiya.”

you hurl the box of bento at the nearby plant, its contents scattering across the soil. “i don't want your bento!” you scream, your voice echoing across the rooftop. the other students gasp in shock, their eyes wide as they witness your outburst.

umemiya, however, remains calm. he continues to garden, his movements unhurried and composed, as if your anger doesn't faze him in the slightest. without looking up, he says with a hint of a smirk, “well, that's a waste of good food.” as you hurl the box of bento at the nearby plant, scattering its contents across the soil, the other students gasp in shock. their eyes widen as they take in the unexpected drama.

sakura stares in disbelief. “did she really just do that?” suo watches with raised eyebrows. “is this a regular thing?” and turning his head to unbothered hiragi and kaji. hiragi leans casually against the railing, watching casually. “oh, this is standard Y/N behavior, nothing new here.”

kaji, arms crossed and unbothered, playing with his phone, adds, “oh? yeah, umemiya’s been through this enough times, actually all of us. he’s taking it in stride, it's okay, just let them be.” as you continue to fume and umemiya calmly tidies up the mess, the other students look on with a mix of surprise and curiosity.

nirei decides to fill in the gaps. “i heard about her,” he begins with a playful tone. “Y/N’s is the daughter of some high-profile politicians. her entire life has been pretty much a red carpet.” sakura looks intrigued, looking at the orange-haired boy with the ‘bitch, english please’ expression before nirei continue, “red carpet? what do you mean?” sakura asks.

hiragi, knowing you a little bit more than the others answer, “ot means she’s been living in luxury. everything’s been catered to her—private schools, exclusive events, you name it. everything’s always been served to her on a silver platter.” kaji nods, throwing you a glance for a moment, “yeah, so when she doesn’t get her way, it’s like her personal universe has just exploded. that’s why she can be so dramatic.”

suo, now more interested, asks, “so her reactions are just a result of that lifestyle?” nirei nods enthusiastically. “exactly. i heard she’s used to everything being perfectly arranged for her, so when things don’t go as planned, she tends to react quite intensely.”

on the other end, you roll your eyes at umemiya nonchalant response, feeling a pang of irritation at his lack of reaction. “it's not about the food, you idiot,” you snap, crossing your arms petulantly. “it's about you constantly forcing unwanted attention on me.”

“i'm going to shove that entire bento down your throat if you keep giving me this, i don't even like bento.” the other students watch in a mix of surprise and intrigue, wondering how this scene will unfold. umemiya continues tending to his plants, undisturbed by your outburst, and his nonchalant attitude only serves to further rile you up.

his calm demeanor adds gasoline to the fire of your anger. “you're such an infuriating person,” you seethe, fists clenching at your side. “why do you insist on constantly pissing me off like this?” the other students exchange nervous glances, wondering if they should intervene or not. after a moment of tense silence, with only you glare at umemiya, who remains calm and composed. he finally turns to look at you, his gaze soft and his smile gentle. “are you done?” he asks in a soothing tone.

you respond by crossing your arms tightly over your chest, your expression one of stubborn defiance. with a dramatic sigh, you turn your head away, determined to ignore him. you sulk, your shoulders slumping as you pout, clearly not ready to let go of your frustration. the silence stretches as you continue to avoid his gaze, leaving umemiya to patiently wait for you to cool down.

despite your determination to maintain your anger, umemiya's calmness starts to chip away at your defenses. his gentle smile seems almost comforting, and his soft-spoken words send a strange flutter through your chest. you stubbornly continue to keep your gaze averted, refusing to acknowledge the effect he's having on you.

as the silence between you stretches on, you can feel your anger slowly giving way to a mixture of embarrassment and... curiosity? you resist the urge to glance at him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you weakened. your sulking seems to amuse him, which only fuels your irritation.

you can't stand the way he always maintains his composure and remains unruffled while you struggle to keep your emotions in check. the other students continue to watch the unfolding drama, unsure of what to do or say. finally, after a few moments of strained silence, you grumble, “i'm not going to apologize, you know.” umemiya chuckles lightly at your stubbornness, the sound sending another unfamiliar flutter through your heart. he rises to his feet, the bento box in hand, and walks towards you with calm, measured steps.

“oh, i don't expect you to apologize,” he replies with a hint of amusement. “you're far too prideful for that.” he stops a few feet away from you, his gaze gentle as he looks down at you. his eyes drift down to your skirt, and he notices you’re wearing the one he’s repeatedly advised against. It’s the same skirt he thinks is too short, exposing more of your thighs than he’s comfortable with.

his expression darkens, a frown forming as his displeasure becomes evident. with a hint of frustration and protectiveness in his voice, he says, “i’ve told you not to wear that, haven’t i?” your eyes widen in surprise at his sudden change in demeanor. you'd expect him to address your earlier outburst, not your choice of clothing. you bristle at his words, feeling both annoyed and a tinge of embarrassment.

“since when do you get to decide what i wear?” you snap back defensively, your hands on your hips. “it's my body, and i can wear whatever i damn well, thank you very much,” you end your sentence with rolling your eyes in annoyance.

umemiya turns to his friends with a friendly smile and says, “you guys can head out now. don’t worry about me— i’ll join you later,” his voice is warm and casual, putting them at ease.

as his friends nod and begin to leave, umemiya’s gaze shifts back to you. his smile fades, and his expression turns serious as he takes in the sight of the skirt you’re wearing. a frown back to settles on his face, clearly showing his disapproval. “i’ve told you not to wear that, haven’t i?” he says, his voice carrying a mix of frustration and protectiveness. “it’s not appropriate. i really wish you’d listen to me on this.”

you watch as his friends leave, your heart rate quickening with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. his serious expression makes you feel both challenged and vulnerable. his repeated insistence about your skirt makes you feel even more defiant. you tilt your head defiantly and meet his gaze head-on, refusing to back down. “why does it bother you so much about what i wear?” you ask, your words tinged with a hint of anger, “it's just a skirt, not some scandalous outfit.”

“it is scandalous enough for me, don't you see how every man sees you?” he walks closer to you, taking off his gloves and throwing them at the ground roughly. his words stung, igniting a mix of embarrassment and frustration in you. “so what if they look?” you reply defiantly, standing your ground. “i can't control what others think. why should I have to change for them?” your heart pounds in your chest, torn between wanting to stand up for your right to choose and the hint of validation you feels from his concern.

your mind races with a mixture of shock, confusion, and an undeniable thrill. the intensity in his eyes and the possessive tone in his voice simultaneously scare and excite you. his words, laced with both threat and promise, make your heart thump wildly against your chest. as his thumb gently brushes against your lip, you can't help but shiver at the electric sensation that courses through you.

his provocative statement hangs in the air, leaving you torn between conflicting desires. a part of you wants to push his buttons just to see what happens, but the other. . . is too captivated by his dominant manner.

“i can wear whatever i want,” your words are defiant and confident, challenging his possessiveness and the limits he's trying to impose. he smirks at your defiance, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features as you challenge his authority. “is that right?” he says, his voice is low, irritated and dangerous. “so you think you can just strut around in whatever you want, without any regard for my opinion on the matter? you clearly need to learn some respect.”

he takes a step closer, narrowing the distance between you until he's towering over you before with a swift movement, he pulls you towards the picnic bench near the door. “nobody comes up here unless i say so,” he declares, his voice echoing in the enclosed space. slamming the door shut behind him with a loud bang. the sudden isolation amplifies the tension between you, making the air seem thick with unspoken words.

“and you, my dear, are going to pay for your insolence,” sitting down, he positions you on his lap, straddling him effortlessly. one hand grips your wrist tightly, pinning it behind your body while the other travels down your body, tracing the curve of your hip before settling firmly on your thigh.

“you've been pushing your luck lately,“ he growls, leaning in close until his lips hover just inches from yours. “do you really want to provoke me further?” your heart beats a rapid tempo in your chest as you find yourself pushed onto the bench, pinned beneath him. his hand on your hip and the other on your wrist make you feel both dominated and exposed. the mix of fear and excitement causes your breathing to quicken, your body both wanting to resist and surrender at the same time.

you look up at him, trying to maintain a defiant glare but feeling the resistance in you slowly eroding. his nearness and his dominating presence make it hard to think straight. feeling your thighs against his lap makes you painfully aware of your vulnerable position. his eyes burn with a fierce intensity as he looks down at you, his grip on your wrist tightening slightly. he can feel your pulse racing, your body trembling beneath him, and it only serves to fuel his desire.

“i asked you a question,” he says, his voice low and menacing. “do you want to continue provoking me, or will you finally learn some respect?” he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he whispers, “because if you don't back down now, I'll show you just how much power I hold over you. and trust me, you won't like the consequences.”

his free hand slides up your thigh, inching closer to the heat of your core. the touch is gentle yet possessive, a reminder of who's in control here. “choose wisely, my love.” your body betrays you, reacting to his touch and words in a way that conflicts with your defiant spirit. the feel of his breath against your ear makes you shiver, a mixture of fear and excitement coursing through your veins.

you try to gather your thoughts, to find the strength to resist, but his possessive hold on your wrist and his hand slowly sliding up your thigh make it difficult to focus. the conflicting desires between submitting to his dominance and maintaining your independence churn within you. your voice comes out as a soft gasp as you respond, “what... what will you do if i don't listen?”

a smirk curls the corners of his mouth as he watches the conflict play out on your face. his fingers continue their slow ascent, teasingly close to the warmth between your legs. “well, that depends,” he replies, his voice dripping with arrogance and confidence. “if you're smart, you'll realize that defying me isn't worth the trouble. but if you insist on being stubborn...” his grip on your wrist tightens, not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you of his strength. he leans down, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss. “then i might have to take matters into my own hands.”

his hand finally reaches its destination, pressing firmly against your heat, a silent declaration of his ownership over you. the combination of his arrogant tone, his dominating grip on your wrist, and his possessive touch against your core sends a shiver down your spine. your breath hitches as he leans down, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing you with the promise of a kiss.

the mixture of desire and helplessness courses through you as he asserts his control. he presses against the heat between your legs, and a small gasp escapes your lips, betraying your body's response to his touch. you try to resist, to hold onto your defiance, but his dominance is overwhelming.

he smirks at your gasp, pleased with the effect he's having on you. his lips finally meet yours in a dominant kiss, claiming possession of your mouth as his tongue explores the depths of your mouth. as he kisses you, his hand on your core begins to move, rubbing against your sensitive flesh in a slow, deliberate motion. he breaks the kiss, looking down at you with a fierce gaze.

“now, let's see if you can still be stubborn after this,” he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. “sit on the table and open your pretty legs wider for me, my love.” he applies gentle pressure to your inner thighs, urging you to comply with his demand while him sitting on the bench. his free hand releases your wrist, allowing you to move freely, but the implication is clear— you have a choice to make, and the consequences of your decision will be significant.

he applies more pressure against your core, his fingers exploring the wetness that has gathered there due to his touch. the sound of your gasps fills the open space, adding to the erotic tension between you. “but let's not rush things,” he continues, his eyes locked on yours. “i want to savor this moment, to enjoy the sight of you squirming under my touch.”

he allows his thumb to slip past the barrier of your panties, feeling the slick heat of your arousal. a low chuckle escapes him as he teases your clit with slow circles, his fingers drenched in your juices. “that's it, my love,” he purrs, watching you squirm beneath his touch. “let go of your pride and enjoy this, you know you want it.” his thumb continues its torturous pace, driving you closer to the edge without ever reaching the climax you crave.

he positions himself between your spread legs, sitting in front of you as your fragile body hovering over him. his hand trails down your body once again, lingering on the curves of your hips before reaching between your thighs. this time, he doesn't tease— instead, he plunges two fingers deep inside you, stretching you deliciously after position your legs on his shoulder, wide open. “feel that?” he asks, his voice filled with pride and lust. “that's the power I hold over you.”

“u-ume . .” you plead, stuttered.

at the sound of your stuttered plea, he smiles, a predatory glint in his eye. his fingers curl inside you, hitting spots that make your toes curl and your back arch off the table. he increases the pressure, his movements becoming more purposeful. “you like that, don't you?” he taunts, his voice thick with desire. “my little flower blossoming under my touch.” his gray irises darken as he gaze leaving yours to look at your drenching cunt in front of his face before back to yours, smiling like the devil.

his thumb resumes its work on your clit, applying just enough pressure to keep you teetering on the brink of release. each thrust of his fingers pushes you closer, but he holds back, refusing to allow you the satisfaction you crave. he watches your face intently, drinking in every expression of pleasure and frustration. his fingers continue their relentless pace, driving you wild with need. just when you think you can't take anymore, he slows down, pulling his fingers out of you and leaving you aching for more.

“not yet, my love,” he whispers, his breath hot against your skin, against your thigh as his lips leaving a trail of burning sensation there. “i want you to beg for it first,” he leans in, his lips brushing against your cunt. “beg me to let you cum, and maybe, just maybe, i'll grant your wish.”

“please . . . i-i wanna cum,” your eyes glisten under the clear day, reflecting the man as you plead. his smirk widens at your plea, and he lets out a satisfied chuckle. he returns his attention to your swollen clit, circling it with renewed vigor. his fingers slide back inside you, filling you completely. “that's a good girl,” he praises, his voice dripping with lust. “now, tell me exactly how much you want it.”

with each word you utter, he increases the intensity of his touch, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. he wants to hear you beg, to know that you crave his touch as much as he craves you. your tiny hands grasping tightly around his wrist. “d-don't stop, please. . . ah! keep—” your lips throwing a tight line, along with your eyes closed hardly, long nails almost digging on his flesh. “hahh . . . hajime!”

your delicate fingers wrapped around umemiya's wrist. feeling your nails dig into his skin only fuels his desire further. he keeps up the relentless pace, his fingers moving in and out of you in a rhythm designed to drive you insane. with his other hand, he reaches down to cup your breast, pinching your nipple through the fabric of your shirt.

“that's it, moan my name,” he encourages, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. as his tongue explores your mouth, his fingers find that sweet spot within you, pressing against it relentlessly. but he quickly pulls his fingers out the moment you close reach the edge, giving you false hope to cum. you moaning a protest, almost begging him to put his fingers back inside your cunt.

his fingers pause at the entrance of your pussy, just teasing you with the prospect of being inside you again. he pulls his hand away from your aching breast, leaving you cold and needy. “don't worry, my love,” he whispers, a devilish smile playing on his lips. “you're going to cum...but not until I'm ready.”

with that promise hanging in the air, he stands up, towering over you. his hand moves to undo his pants, freeing his hard cock that throbs with anticipation. he take of the blazer of your private-school uniform, throwing them mindlessly and snatch open your white shirt open without taking the shirt off, giving him a sight of a pair of your breasts, covered with pink lacy bra.

his eyes darken at the sight of your breasts, barely contained by the lacy material of your bra. he runs a finger along the edge of your bra strap, his touch sending sparks of pleasure across your skin. “mmm, you look beautiful like this,” he murmurs, leaning down to place soft kisses on the swell of your breasts.

“but i want more.”

without warning, he grips the bottom of your bra and pulls it down, exposing your nipples to the cool air of the open space. he takes a hardened peak into his mouth, suckling gently at first before increasing the pressure, making you arch your back towards him.

a low groan escapes him the moment your hand and land on his cock, wraps your fingers around to feel the heat. . . burning even, radiating from his skin. his cock twitches in your grip, already eager for more of your touch. “oh, you're playing with fire now,” he warns, his voice husky with desire. despite the warning, he continues to lavish attention on your breasts, alternating between gentle bites and soothing licks.

your ministrations seem to spur him on, and he begins to thrust subtly into your hand, seeking friction. the sensation of your soft palm stroking his hardness is intoxicating, and he finds himself growing harder with each pass.

“don't stop,” he begs, his hips rocking into your touch as he loses himself in the pleasure of your caress. the urge to claim you fully becomes overwhelming, and he knows he won't be able to hold back for much longer.

umemiya can't help but grunt as your fingers tighten around his throbbing member, coaxing out lewd sounds of pleasure from deep within his chest. your touch is a drug he can’t get enough of, drawing forth primal urges to possess and claim. fueled by your touch, he grows increasingly desperate, his hips bucking erratically into your hand. he pulls back from your breasts momentarily— panting heavily, looking down at you with darkened eyes full of lust, raw hunger and a hint of mischief.

“enough games,” he says, his voice rough with arousal. in a swift movement, he lifts you effortlessly off the table, your legs wrapping around his waist instinctively. with your back pressed against the wall, he aligns himself at your entrance. a single, powerful thrust sends him deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely. the sensation of being buried within you is overwhelming, and he groans deeply, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“oh fuck!” you almost scream, back arch away from the wall the moment in second his cock bottom out. “holy fuck...” he curses, his hips beginning to move in a rhythmic motion. each thrust drives him deeper, hitting that sweet spot inside you that makes stars burst behind your eyelids.

“w-wait, can we move? it's a public place, wha.. what if someone sees us?” you ask as his cock filling you up, he pauses mid-thrust, his breath hot against your ear. his cock remains buried deep inside you, twitching with the need to move. “you're not wearing condom either.” your eyes straight up meet with the open sky in front of you before meeting his, hooded with nothing but lust and desire for him.

he halts his movements momentarily, considering your words. but then he shakes his head, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “fuck ‘em, baby. let ‘em watch,” he replies, resuming his vigorous pounding. the thought of being caught only seems to fuel his desire further. ignoring your concerns about privacy, he continues to pound into you with unrestrained passion. the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the quiet rooftop garden, punctuated by your gasps and moans.

“we're alone here,” he assures you breathlessly, his voice muffled against your neck. his free hand roams your body, squeezing your ass cheeks as he grinds against you. “i told everyone to stay away before, remember?” he adds, nipping at your earlobe. “no one will bother us, none of those fucker dare to bother me.” his thrusts become more erratic when a glimpse of you nodding caught by his gray irises, driven by the intensity of his desire. the absence of a condom only heightens the risk, the danger making the experience even more exhilarating.

“you feel incredibly wrapped around me like this,” he growls, picking up speed. “so fucking tight and wet. i can't get enough of you.” his words send shivers down your spine, and you cling to him tighter, lost in the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. the roughness of the wall against your back contrasts with the smoothness of his skin as he moves within you.

“ah, hajime!” you cry out, your voice rising in pitch as he hits that perfect spot inside you again and again. your nails dig into his shoulders, trying to anchor yourself as the world spins around you. just when you think you can't take anymore, he shifts the angle of his thrusts, rubbing against your clit with every stroke.

he leans back slightly, giving himself a better angle to plunge deeper inside you. his movements become more deliberate, each thrust designed to hit that spot within you that makes you clench around his cock. “you like that, hm?” he asks, his voice dripping with arrogance and satisfaction. as he speaks, he slows his pace momentarily, allowing you to savor the fullness of him inside you before driving into you with renewed vigor.

“fuck— s . . so good.”

the sensation of being taken so brutally, so passionately, is overwhelming. your walls begin to flutter around his cock, signaling your approaching climax. he responds by gripping your hips tighter, anchoring you to him as he fucks you with abandon. he quickens his pace, his cock driving in and out of you with ruthless precision. each thrust pushes you closer to the edge, your orgasm building rapidly.

“i'm gonna make you cum so hard,” he promises, his voice a low purr against your ear. “my little slut.” his words send shivers down your spine, adding to the pleasure coursing through your veins. your clit rubs against his pelvis with every thrust, the stimulation pushing you closer to the brink.

“fuck... you're so tight,” he groans, his thrusts becoming more desperate. “i can't hold back much longer.” feeling your inner walls start to convulse around his throbbing cock, umemiya gives a few final, deep thrusts before surrendering to his own climax. with a guttural groan, he spills himself inside you, his seed flooding your womb.

“that's right, cum for me,” he commands, his voice thick with lust. “show me how much you love my cock.” the sight of you coming undone under him, your body writhing with pleasure, is enough to push him over the edge. as waves of ecstasy wash over him, he buries his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. “you're mine,” he whispers fiercely, still pulsing inside you.

still buried deep inside you, he holds you tightly against him, his arms wrapped securely around your waist. his heavy breaths fan across your skin, each exhale hot and ragged. umemiya smirks against your neck and lips brushing against your sensitive skin.

he pulls his head away from your neck to took his gaze to you. smirk only grow wider after he see you, eyes glisten, your cheeks crimson red while your chest rising up and down, trying to catch your breath that he just took away. “i want more,” your honey voice ringing under the warm breeze, looking at the gray iris upfront.

“always so greedy,” he teases, his own are dark and intense, reflecting the raw desire still burning within him. umemiya bring his feet to the green picnic bench, still with you wrapped around him like a koala before he sit on the table with you on his lap, his cock still inside you.

his muscular arm tightly holds you close, leaving no space between except the uniform you use and the white t-shirts he used. instead of moving his hips, his lips find you first, giving you nothing but sloppy kisses.

he kisses you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth with fervor. as he ravages your lips, his free hand begins to roam your body once more, caressing your breasts and teasing your nipples through the fabric of your uniform. leaning back slightly, he gazes down at where your bodies are still joined, marveling at the sight of his length disappearing into you. even though they've just finished, his cock twitches inside you, signaling its readiness for another round.

“mmm, tastes so sweet,” he murmurs against your mouth, breaking the kiss briefly to nip at your lower lip. he resumes his assault on your senses, his hips starting to rock gently, stirring his softening cock within you. his other hand slides down to your thigh, pressing it firmly against his hip as he grinds against you. the friction sends sparks of pleasure shooting through your core, reigniting the embers of your desire.

“tell me what you want,” he urges, his voice husky with need. “i'll give it to you, anything at all.“ your arm wrapped around his neck while the free one roamed around his body, feeling the tone muscle under his white t-shirts before sleeping on his white lock, tugging his head slightly to give you a space of his neck.

you biting his adam's apple before whispering, “fuck me, hajime. i wanna feel your dick inside me again,” at the end of your words, your lips find it's way to his soft spot, sucking and licking, mindlessly giving him a harmless bruise. lips so sweet but so filthy, so so filthy. his sharp intake of breath tells you everything— the action on his neck has struck a chord, setting off a surge of arousal. a pleased hum rumbles in his chest, vibrating against your mouth. with a firm grip on your hips, he positions you just so, lining his cock up with your entrance.

“hold onto something,” he warns, his voice low and raspy. with a swift movement, he thrusts up into you, burying himself to the hilt in a single fluid motion. the sudden intensity of his penetration causes you to gasp, your back arching involuntarily as pleasure spikes through your body. he doesn’t pause, however, his hips snapping forward in a series of short, forceful thrusts that have you seeing stars for the second time.

“beg for it,” he orders, nipping at your earlobe. “f-fuck me, hajime. don't stop, o-oh fuck!” tears streaming down your face, ruining your mascara the way your closed tightly.

“that's it, say my name when you want something,” he groans, pushing into you with increased force. his hands roam freely now, grasping your ass cheeks firmly and spreading them apart to gain better access. the new angle allows him to hit deeper than before, his tip bumping against that spot inside you that seems to trigger every nerve ending. the change in position causes a slight sting, but it's quickly overtaken by the torrent of blissful sensations cascading throughout your body.

“faster...” you gasp out, your fingers digging into his flesh as you struggle to articulate the intensity of your needs. at your plea, he obliges without hesitation, picking up the pace to a relentless rhythm. each thrust becomes harder, faster, more demanding than the last. his cock slams into you relentlessly, the sound of wet, slick flesh meeting filling the air.

“that’s it, take it, baby,” he growls, his voice laced with raw lust. “all of it.”

all of it.

his hands leave your ass momentarily, trailing up your sides before returning to grasp your thighs, lifting them higher so he can angle his thrusts perfectly. this new position drives his cock even deeper, hitting that secret spot within your closed eyelids, bursts of light flicker like stars.

“god damn, i love fucking you,” he pants, leaning forward to capture your lips in another searing kiss. “fuck, i-i can't—” you crying on his lips. he breaks the kiss, his breath coming in harsh gasps as he continues to pound into you with unrelenting ferocity, splitting you into two. your cries only spur him on, his movements becoming even more brutal as he chases his own release.

“shh, you can,” he snarls, his teeth bared in a feral grin. “you will,” he whispered in your ear. his thumb finds your clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucks you senseless. the added stimulation pushes you closer to the edge, your body tensing in preparation for the inevitable climax.

“now, cum for me,” he demands, his voice a low, commanding growl. “show me how much you want it.” but the moment you're about to reach your climax, umemiya stop moving, mocking you with a giggle and in one second you're already pressing against the hard wood covered with his uniform, your feet standing wobble in front of umemiya. a moan of protest leave your lips the moment you feel the emptiness inside your pussy.

“i know baby, i know,” he reassuring you that he's gonna fuck you once again, “you can't stand properly, but try harder for me, hm?“ he caresses your ass with one hand while the other slightly tug your hair, guiding your face to the side so he can take a clearer vision of your side profile.

he holds your hips with one hand while the other stroking his hard-still cock, getting ready for you once again. he watches you with hooded eyes, his breathing ragged as he waits for you to regain some semblance of balance. when you finally manage to steady yourself, he gives a satisfied grunt, his hand tightening around your hip.

“there we go,” he says approvingly, a smirk playing on his lips. “now let's finish this.” without further ado, he aligns himself with your dripping entrance once more. holding onto your waist firmly, he thrusts into you with renewed vigor. the sensation of being filled completely by him sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your veins.

“fuck yes,” he groans, his pace relentless as he starts to hammer into you with abandon. “fuck— stop! u-ume . .” your hand moving backwards, trying to reach umamiye who's ready to fuck you from behind. your action only made him grasp your wrist and jail your hands from pushing him away. you don't know why, but somehow he's getting more bigger than usual you can practically feel his cock poking your cervix, suffocating you.

“so big, —c-cant. oh. my-god!” he fuck you so good you can't even making a sentence properly. a dark chuckle escapes him at your struggles, his grip on your wrist unyielding as he uses his other hand to spread your legs wider, opening you up to receive him fully. “shh, just let go,” he coaxes, his hot breath fanning over your ear as he leans in close, “i've got you.” he give your shoulder a kiss after kiss, a hard bite after that's for sure going to leave a bruise.

each powerful thrust seems designed to drive you mad with pleasure, his thick length stretching you impossibly wide as it plunges into your depths. the pressure builds with each stroke, until you can hardly bear the intense sensations coursing through your body. “come on, baby,” he urges, his voice a husky whisper. “give it to me. let me feel you cumming on my cock.” umemiya large palm gripping on your neck as he pulls you closer until your back touching his chest. his other arm slinging around your waist tightly. his thumb pressing on your neck.

“good slut, good little slut for me, i know you can take it baby,” he whispered in your ear as he thrust faster. his cock throbs inside you, the sensation amplified by the clenching walls surrounding him. the thought of him taking you so thoroughly, so ruthlessly, has your mind spinning. his grip is unyielding, ensuring you remain trapped beneath him as he continues to ravage your body.

“you like it rough, don't you?” he taunts, his breath hot against your ear. “you love when i fuck you senseless, when i make you mine completely.” his hips snap forward, driving his enormous cock deeper into your pussy. the pressure is intense, bordering on painful, but you crave it, needing more of the exquisite agony he inflicts upon you.

“yes, just like that,” you whimper, your body trembling with the effort of staying upright. “s-so deep, hajime.” with a deep, guttural groan, umemiya increases the tempo of his thrusts, his large member slamming into your clenching walls with relentless force. each movement sends ripples of pleasure radiating out from your core, threatening to consume you whole.

“that's right,” he grunts, feeling your inner muscles fluttering around his pulsing shaft. “take every inch, baby. show me how much you need it.” the heat between your bodies intensifies, the sounds of skin slapping against skin mingling with your desperate gasps and moans. umemiya's fingers dig into your flesh, leaving marks that serve as a permanent reminder of his possession.

“don't hold back now,” he commands, his voice strained with desire. “cum for me, show me what you really are...my good little slut.” his grip on your throat tightens, just enough to make your pulse race and your head spin. the combination of his dominating touch and the brutal pace of his fucking leaves you dizzy with need, teetering on the brink of a shattering climax.

“i'm going to fill you up,” he promises, his voice strained with desire. “going to mark you as mine from the inside out.” feeling your walls tighten around him, umemiya's control snaps. with a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, flooding your womb with his hot seed for the nth time that afternoon. your name is a primal chant on his lips as he rides out his orgasm, each spurt sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

“oh fuck, why are you so damn tight? i thought i already stretched you out before,” he pants, his body shaking with the force of his release. “so perfect... c-can't believe i try not to break you when you're this pretty,” as the last tremors of his orgasm subside, he slowly eases out of you, his spent cock glistening with your combined juices. leaning down, he presses a tender kiss to your shoulder, marking you with his scent.

“good girl,” he murmurs, his voice softer now, laced with satisfaction. “always so good for me.” slowly he leans you against the table once more, letting you catch your breath as your eyes close. he too, trying to catch his breath. eyes still glue on your flustered face.

his gaze shifted to your dripping pussy when he pulled his dick out, bringing your cum as well, until it dripped on the floor, making a little puddle of cum, mixing with his. watching you with hooded eyes, umemiya's hand trails lightly over your curves, tracing patterns across your skin. the sight of your glistening cunt, coated with their mixed fluids, sends another wave of arousal through him.

“that's right,” he whispers, his voice a low rumble. “you're covered in my cum, all mine.” leaning down, he takes a moment to lap at your swollen clit, savoring the taste of you mixed with his own essence. the sensation is intoxicating, driving him to new heights of desire. a string of moan leaving your lips swollen lips.

“you look so sexy like this,” he murmurs against your heated flesh, “all used up and marked by me.” his tongue laps at your slick folds again, savoring the taste of you. every flick and swirl sends jolts of pleasure shooting through your body, reigniting the flames of desire. “just relax,” he soothes, pulling back slightly to look into your eyes. “let me take care of everything.”

slowly, methodically, he begins to work on your sensitive nub, his mouth a warm, wet oasis on your throbbing clit. the dual sensations of his tongue and the remnants of his cum coating your pussy have you squirming under his touch. “fuck, ume— so sensitive,” you whimpering, clenched around nothing. he chuckles darkly, the vibrations adding to the intensity as he continues to tease your clit with his tongue. his hands roam your body, kneading and caressing, mapping every curve and dip.

“mmm, i know just what you like,“ he purrs, his words muffled against your sensitive flesh. “you're so responsive to me, baby. always so eager to please like a little slut,” he chuckles. increasing the pressure, he sucked gently on your clit, swirling his tongue around the bud before releasing it with a pop. the cool air hits your damp skin, sending shivers down your spine. he spins you around, guiding you to sit on the edge of the table. leaning in, he captures your lips in a deep, passionate kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to claim you once more.

“taste yourself on my tongue,” he growls against your lips, his voice thick with lust. “taste us, together.” the tangy flavor of his cum mixes with your own natural sweetness, a heady cocktail that only serves to heighten your arousal. you can feel his hardness pressing against your stomach, a constant reminder of what's to come.

“now, let's get cleaned up,” he murmurs, breaking the kiss to stand straight and pull you to your feet. “and then we can start round two,” a breathy chuckle follows, jokingly along with you moaning a complaint, already feeling sore, “i can't feel my leg.” he laughs heartily at your complaint, moving to grab your hips to help support you. “poor thing,” he teases, squeezing your hips gently. “next time i'll go easier on you,” he kiss your forehead with the same soft downturn gray eyes he always had.

“wait here for me baby, let me clean you up,” he kissed your forehead once again before taking a clean cloth to clean your mess and his. with gentle but firm movements, umemiya cleans away the evidence of your intense lovemaking. his touch is careful yet thorough, ensuring every trace of their combined essences is wiped away.

“there, all better,” he says, planting a soft kiss on your temple. “i've got you,” he wraps the cloth around your hips, securing it snugly to keep the blood flowing back to your legs. giving your ass a playful slap, he smirks. “stay put, baby. i'll be right back,” returning moments later, umemiya carries a bottle of cold water and a small towel.

“come sit properly on the table, honey,” he says sweetly, his voice resonating in your ears. with gentle hands, he guides you to sit facing him on the table while he takes a seat on the bench. he positions your legs sideways and looks up at you with a warm smile.

he carefully unwinds the cloth from around your hips, his fingers grazing your sensitive skin. setting aside the cloth, he pours some water onto the towel and begins to wipe down your thighs and between your legs.

“this should help,” he explains, his voice soothing. “cold water will bring the blood back to your legs faster,” he continues to dab at your skin, taking care not to press too hard. each stroke of the cool fabric sends pleasant tingles up your spine, helping to ease the ache in your limbs.

“mmm, that feels nice,” you murmur, feeling your body relax under his touch. you watch his expression, noticing the way his eyes focus on his task, carefully dabbing at your skin with the cool cloth. despite the domesticity of the moment, you can still feel a faint tension between the two of you, an undercurrent of desire that hasn't quite been satisfied.

your eyes meet his as he looks up at you, his fingers gliding gently along your sensitive skin. “is that better?” he asks, his voice filled with a subtle hint of satisfaction. his fingers brush against your inner thighs as he cleans you, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. “keep still,” he instructs, his voice low and commanding, “don't move.”

despite the pleasant sensations his touch is stirring, you obey his command and try to stay still, gripping the edge of the table for support. you can feel the cool cloth gliding across your skin, erasing the remnants of their earlier activities. his eyes remain fixed on your face as he continues to clean you, his touch firm yet gentle. the silence in the room is interrupted only by the sound of your labored breaths, a telltale sign of your growing desire. “feel better?” he smiles at you after he finishes cleaning you up.

you nod, feeling a mix of pleasure and relief now that the cool water has helped to soothe your aching muscles. “much better,” you reply, a small smile curving your lips. “thank you.” he tosses the cloth into the basket in the corner before letting his hands resting on your thighs. “good,” he murmurs, his voice low and satisfied. “i like taking care of you.” his thumbs brush against your inner thighs, and you can feel his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every inch of you.

“why?” you asked.

he glances up at you, a hint of surprise in his expression. “why what?” he asks, his thumbs still tracing lazy patterns on your skin as he continues to gaze at you. “why do you enjoy taking care of me so much?” you ask, curiosity in your voice as you place one palm on the table to support your body, leaning slightly towards him. he pauses for a moment, his fingers stilling against your skin as he considers your question. “because i care about you,” he says finally, his voice sincere. “i like knowing that i can help you feel good, that i can take care of you. i t makes me happy,” he kiss your arm lightly.

“yeah, but why?” you press, wanting to understand his deeper reasons. “what makes you want to take on that responsibility and effort for me?” he hesitates for a moment, his fingers resuming their gentle caresses as he gathers his thoughts. “i suppose it's because i have a strong protective instinct when it comes to you,” he admits, his voice much softer now. “i want to shield you from anything that might hurt you, and i want to make sure that you're happy and taken care of.”

he pauses for a moment, his eyes meeting yours. “i guess i just can't stand the thought of anyone else touching you or making you feel the way i can.” “but we're not even dating, aren't we?” your eyebrows arch, “why do you want to waste your time taking care of me?” you asked, added another layer of your confusion to umemiya's plate.

he lets out a soft sigh, his thumbs still tracing lazy circles on your skin. “i don't see it as wasting my time,” he responds, his voice firm, “taking care of you brings me a sense of satisfaction and contentment.” he silent for a moment, his expression becoming more serious. “and yes, we're not officially dating,” he admits, “but that doesn't change my feelings for you. i care for you, regardless of the title we put on our relationship.” he hesitates for a moment, his thumbs pausing momentarily on your skin before resuming their gentle stroking. he tilts his head slightly to one side. “does that matter to you?”

he watches your expression with a mixture of curiosity and concern as he waits for your response. it's clear that your question has struck a nerve and prompted him to consider the significance of your relationship status. he leans in closer, his hands moving to rest on your hips as he gazes into your eyes. “does it matter to you that we're not officially dating?” he repeats, his voice low but earnest. he gauges your reaction carefully, clearly interested in your answer.

you shrug your shoulders and say, “yes, it’s important to me. i believe i deserve more than just a relationship without any real commitment or label,” your eyes meet his gentle gaze, revealing your emotions as they reflect back at you in his expression. he nods thoughtfully, his fingers gently tracing along the curve of your hips as he processes your response. “i see,” he mutters, his voice thoughtful. “you want something more concrete, something that's defined and has a label.” he gazes into your eyes, his expression earnest. “can i ask you something?”

“hm?” your eyes never leaving his.

he hesitates for a moment, his thumbs stroking your skin in slow, soothing motions. “if i asked you to be my girlfriend right now,” he finally murmurs, his eyes never leaving yours, “would you say yes?” you smile slightly, tilting your head to one side until it rests gently on your shoulder. with a playful glint in your eye, you add, “i’d probably say yes.” his expression shifts, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. “probably?” he repeats, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

he moves closer to you, his hands finding their way to your hips once again. “only probably? i wanted a definite answer, not a probability.”

“then take me out on a date and ask me properly,” you say, a smile still gently gracing half of your face. as you speak, your fingers lightly drifts across and rests on his soft skin, tenderly caressing his cheek. he lets out a low chuckle, his hands stilling on your thighs as he leans back and looks up at you. “you're demanding one, aren't you?” he teases, his fingers continuing their gentle caresses on your thigh. “but fair enough,” he added, a hint of amusement in his voice.

he studies you for a moment before finally standing up and taking a step closer to you, his hands moving to rest on your hips. “alright then,” he says, his tone playful, “how about i take you out to dinner tomorrow night and ask you out properly?”

nodding your head with a small smile that gradually grows wider, you say, “cool,” your shyness preventing you from giving a more complete answer. he grins at your response, his hands firmly on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “cool,” he repeats, a note of satisfaction in his voice.

he grins at you, his hands still resting on your hips as he pulls you closer to him. “you'll say yes, right?” he teases, his voice low and slightly taunting. “once i take you out and ask you properly, you won't have an excuse to say no?” he leans in closer, his body pressed against yours, his breath warm against your neck. “you can't back out now,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper. “after i take you out on a date and ask you to be my girlfriend, i expect you to say yes.” he nuzzles your neck, his lips trailing soft kisses against your skin. “no take backs, no second thoughts. you're mine.”

“don’t have much of a choice now, do i?” you chuckle softly as your hand reaches out to gently touch his soft white hair. he chuckles softly, his lips still pressed against your neck. “no, you don't,“ he agrees, his hands drifting down to squeeze your hips gently. “but I'm sure you won't mind being mine.” he pulls back slightly, just enough to look into your eyes, his expression a mix of desire and possessiveness. “you're already mine in every way that matters,” he adds, his voice low and seductive.

#umemiya smut #hajime umemiya x reader #umemiya hajime x reader #umemiya hajime smut #umemiya fluff #umemiya x reader #wind breaker smut #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker

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elljayvee · 5 months ago

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today's topic: that fucker RoundUp

It's time for more Don't Believe Everything You Read with me, elljayvee!

A friend encountered this the other day:

This contains a lot of false information and should not be spread around as true. It's scaremongering in the first half and almost entirely wrong in the second half.

I will state my credentials and biases up front: I am an inactive Penn State Master Gardener (which means I have all the education and credentials, but am not currently an active volunteer), I have a permaculture design certificate and an active permaculture garden on my property, and I'm an agriculture & food systems researcher. I also fucking hate RoundUp (aka glyphosate), which I think is very bad, especially at industrial scales. I pretty much think all agricultural inputs have serious problems at industrial scales; RoundUp isn't special. In general, and particularly for home-scale or small-scale ag use, I prefer non-chemical controls; in my own garden I use manual control for all weeds except for poison ivy and tree of heaven, for which I use 2,4-D foliar herbicide. 2,4-D is also pretty nasty stuff, but I use it because unlike RoundUp it's very widespread in my environment already -- some of my neighbors have their lawns sprayed and that's what the lawn companies use. Me spraying a stray tree of heaven once a year isn't even a drop in the 2,4-D bucket of the block.

Let us take these pieces of Wrong Information from back to front!

Dish soap: people love dish soap in the garden. Just love it. There's mixed evidence on what it can do in the garden but it's completely ineffective against weeds -- the reason it's so popular in garden applications is that it doesn't harm plants. How is something that doesn't harm plants going to be good weed control? Answer: it isn't. It does nothing against weeds. The one thing dish soap is proven to be good at is assisting with aphid control -- the best aphid control is manual/physical control, like blasting aphids off plants with water, and dish soap assists with that and also seems to do some damage to the aphid. Any other pest control involving "soap" almost certainly means "insecticidal soap", not dish soap.

Takeaway: Unless you're trying to control aphids, don't use dish soap in the garden. (And make sure it's dish SOAP, not a detergeant. In the US, original Dawn is the go-to.) For anything but aphid control, you're just wasting soap.

Salt: No. This is bad. It will definitely help kill some weeds, but it's a bad idea. Don't put extra salt into soil. It's bad for the soil and for the inhabitants of soil; it's bad for water. One cup of salt isn't going to kill a river or a stream or whatever but if you're worried about killing animals, let's just say that poor innocent things like amphibians and worms do not do well in hypersaline environments. Do not use table salt like this.

Takeaway: Leave table salt out of your garden altogether. You're just wasting salt, messing up soil, and hurting animals.

Vinegar: This is completely fine. Depending on the species of weed you have, it may work very well indeed. However, household white vinegar is only about 5% acetic acid, while horticultural vinegar -- which is sold as a weed killer commercially -- is 20% acetic acid, and works MUCH better on a MUCH wider variety of weeds. It also seems to work best when it is mixed with canola oil. Horticultural vinegar is not as safe for your skin/eyes/etc. and you should follow the safety instructions on the bottle when you use it. If you would like some more information on how well vinegar works to control weeds, you may enjoy reading "Impact of Acetic Acid Concentration, Application Volume, and Adjuvants on Weed Control Efficacy" (Webber et al. 2018).

Takeaway: Household vinegar in the garden is fine and may work for some species of weeds. Horticultural vinegar works better. Follow safety information when using it.

Now for RoundUp (aka glyphosate).

RoundUp will kill pollinators, bees, hives: I will include all invertebrates that seem affected by RoundUp spray in this category. There is good evidence that AT INDUSTRIAL SCALE, RoundUp negatively affects pollinators and other beneficial invertebrates, such as pest-controlling spiders. When applied to a broad area in heavy concentrations, it seems to have lethal effects (particularly in bees who ingest it or come into physical contact with it), and it also seems interfere with reproduction in some bees, wasps, and spiders.

"Is glyphosate toxic to bees? A meta-analytical review" (Battisti et al 2021) is a good meta-analysis about toxicity to various bee species. (It is paywalled, sorry -- but some of its sources are not.) This analysis found that it's easy for bees to get a fatal dose from pollen from sprayed flowers, physical contact with sprayed flowers, or ingestion of nectar from sprayed flowers. At individual garden scale, you are extremely unlikely to harm more than a few individual insects unless you're doing something very weird, like, I don't know, pouring a whole bottle of RoundUp over your patio, or specifically filling flowers with drops of RoundUp.

Takeaway: In general, I recommend not using RoundUp in your garden. If you do use RoundUp, snip off flowers from the weeds or do not spray the flowers, to avoid pollen contamination and lower the likelihood of bees touching the RoundUp. I strongly suggest instead using manual controls, which is what I do -- I weedwhack and hand-pull weeds (again, with the exception of poison ivy and tree of heaven).

RoundUp will kill your pets and kids and you: In general, not unless your pets, your kids, or you drink it. This is how it kills mammals: a mammal drinks it. There is some evidence of toxicity to amphibians, but again, this is at industrial scale and high concentrations, not a household preparation used on like 5 weeds in your patio. There is conflicting evidence on whether or not glyphosate is carcinogenic in humans, but the risk -- if it exists -- seems at this point to be low and probably mainly affects agricultural workers who are regularly exposed to a LOT of the stuff.

Takeaway: Secure RoundUp from pets and children. I personally keep garden chemicals in a padlocked plastic box in the garage. If you are suicidal and may drink RoundUp, call your area's suicide prevention hotline or ask someone for help. If you are an agricultural worker regularly in contact with glyphosate in the environment your best resource is probably United Farm Workers (in the US), your local farm workers' org, or La Via Campesina (which is an international farm workers' organization that has taken a stand against the widespread industrial use of glyphosate).

If you would like to read more about RoundUp toxicity, try: "Glyphosate Poisoning" (Bradberry, Proudfoot, and Vale 2004) and "Glyphosate: A review of its global use, environmental impact, and potential health effects on humans and other species" (Richmond 2018) -- this one is particularly useful because it collates a LOT of research together in one place, so you can get to many, many other articles from it.

General takeaways: You should take precautions if you use RoundUp not to hurt bees in your garden, but you are unlikely to hurt anything larger than invertebrates if you do use it. Do not use random weedkilling formulas involving random household items in your garden. In particular, dish soap and salt have almost no good garden uses at all and if someone tells you to use them, they are probably misinformed at best. There is a lot of complete bullcrap out there on the internet.

If you want to use organic controls for stuff in your garden, which lots of people do, a good place to start is the OMRI lists. Items on these lists are approved for organic use in the US or Canada and free to download. You can also look for information from Extension in the US about organic controls and home gardening advice; county extension is government-funded and provides a wide variety of free educational material about gardening, forestry, agriculture, etc.

#gardening #roundup #misinformation about gardening is widespread!#so is scaremongering about chemicals #suicide mention

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thatchickwiththecamera · 7 months ago

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Hi!!

Can you write something related to Matt? I'm soooo obsessed with him lately.

Not a specific request, just Matt 🥺

Thank you!!!!

Author’s Note: Someone sent in two requests in one ask for Matt and Ruffilo. Since this wonderful anon didn’t specify what they wanted their request regarding Matt to be about, I am responding to the Matt portion of that double prompt through this request!

Check out my other writings here: MASTERLIST

Warning: Contains Smut, 18+ ONLY

The Shirt

The blazing rays of the morning sun were already bearing down on Olivia’s shoulders as she unloaded the bags of fertilizer and potting soil out of the trunk of her RAV4. Even at 7am, Texas in the middle of July was scorching and that heat would take a bite out of you really quick if you weren’t careful.

As she was stacking the last bag on top of the pile she had made on the corner of her driveway, a truck drove up onto the concrete slab and parked next to her. The bed of the truck was loaded down with various gardening tools, cuts of lumber, and a number of plants nestled in their temporary plastic pots.

Matt Dierkes, one of Olivia’s oldest friends, emerged from the driver’s side, his long hair covered by one of his signature ballcaps. He wore an old Bloodline tee with the sleeves cut off and a pair of athletic shorts with the name of their high school printed on them.

Matt had the next three months off before his next set of shows with the guys and had agreed to help Olivia build her own garden and green space in her backyard. Gardening was a hobby he had picked up during the pandemic when the music industry shut down touring wise so she naturally turned to her best friend for help when deciding to start her own.

Shortly after he stepped out of the vehicle a little blonde blur of fur hopped out as well and bolted toward where Olivia stood. She stopped what she was doing and scooped Matt’s yorkie Boo up into her arms and hugged him to her chest as he licked her face in greeting.

She let out a laugh in response and lowered herself into a criss-cross sitting position on the ground to continue playing with her friend’s furry child. Matt lowered the tailgate of his truck and paused, peaking around the truck to watch his best friend play with his dog. The view made him smile. Two of his favorites in one place.

They soon moved everything, including Boo, to the fenced in backyard and quickly got to work. The plan was to get as much done in one day as they could by sundown and then finish whatever was left tomorrow. The reward at the end of the project was a pair of tomahawk steaks and a twelve pack of Dr. Pepper that sat on the top shelf inside Olivia’s refrigerator.

They finally took a break a little after noon. They had gotten the ground cleared and the three raised garden boxes built and lined with a weed barrier. Now, they laid down on the cool concrete of Olivia’s covered back porch. Olivia with a couple of pillows from one of the lounge chairs nestled under her head, Matt’s with his head propped up on the side of Olivia’s stomach, hat off, now covering his face.

The ceiling centered above them steadily pushed warm air down over their bodies. Boo lay curled up on the elevated cooling dog bed that she bought specifically for him that she placed next to the door while they worked.

The mixture of warm air and cool concrete made it tempting to drift off to sleep and take a nap right then and there. One of her Spotify playlists shuffled out various songs through the bluetooth speaker sitting on the edge of the porch. She hummed along to lyrics of an A Day To Remember song and found herself absentmindedly playing with the hair on Matt’s now uncovered head. She loved his long hair and dreaded the day he ever decided to cut it.

“Hmmm, if you keep that up I am going to end up falling asleep.” Matt commented, voice partially muffled by the hat.

He moved the hat slightly, peaking to look over at her with a smile. Her eyes were closed and a content smile adorned her face as she continued to fiddle with his light brown locks. He reached up with his right hand and poked her side with his thumb, knowing fully well how ticklish she was.

She squirmed and tried to swat it away with the hand not currently occupied with his hair. He did it again and when she tried to swat at his hand, he grabbed it and pulled it toward him, trapping it in his own against his chest. She let out a laugh.

“Matthew, if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said so.” she said, now looking down at him with a smirk.

He rolled his eyes, jokingly flipped her the bird before throwing the hat back over his face. Her hand remained in place on his chest, his right hand draped over it. She made no effort to move it. They fell back into a comfortable silence. She continued to play with his hair and eventually felt him start drawing slow gentle circles with his thumb against the back of her other hand. They remained that way until their stomachs signaled it was time to eat lunch and get back to work.

By the end of the day, all three garden boxes were full of the proper ratios of soil, fertilizer, and mulch along with strategically placed irrigation hoses. Pre-grown sprouts had been transplanted from their plastic pots along with regular seeds into neatly organized and labeled rows in each box. In a few weeks Olivia would have tomatoes, various peppers, carrots, asparagus, sweet corn, and potatoes growing tall and green in her garden.

They both agreed that it was too late and they were too tired, sweaty, and partially sunburnt to bother cooking and decided to hold off on the celebration dinner until the next afternoon. After loading the various gardening and power tools back into the bed of his truck, Matt turned and watched Olivia walk over with Boo in her arms.

“Can’t he just stay here tonight since you’re coming back tomorrow anyway?” She asked, not wanting to part with the pint sized pup that she had come to adore almost as much as his owner over the years.

“Liv, are you trying to steal my dog from me?” He accused, stepping closer to scratch the little dog's head before looking down at his much shorter friend with a smile.

“I don’t have to try, he likes being here,” she defends.

Yeah, he’s not the only one, Matt thought

“and besides, he lives here when you’re on tour and now that you’re home I miss him.”

“Oh, so what you’re saying is you can’t wait for me to leave again.” He teases.

“No, I’m saying that now that you’re home, I miss having Boo around.”

“So you don’t miss me when I’m on tour, but you miss my dog?” He asks.

“I’m going to smack you,” she threatens, “you know what I meant asshole”

“Boo, are you going to let her talk to your dad that way?” he asks with a sarcastic gasp.

“Boo, If I didn’t know any better, I’d think your dad is a little jealous.” She states, kissing the top of the dog's head, smirking at her friend. Blue eyes glowing with a hint of mischief.

He rolls his eyes.

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Lies,” She states matter of factly. “So can he stay?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” he replies with a sigh.

Everyone who knew Matt knew that he was certainly not a pushover. Quite the opposite in fact. He could be an outright ass sometimes. But there was just something about Olivia that made it hard to say no, even when they were younger. He chalked it up to her just being very persuasive and good at making a convincing argument. But as they had gotten older, he knew it was because he loved seeing the way her eyes lit up with excitement when she was happy. He liked being the one that made her happy.

When he got home, he headed straight to the shower, wanting to rinse away all the sweat and dirt that had built up over the course of the day. From the shower he lazily went through the rest of his bedtime routine before seeking refuge under the comforter.

Despite how much his body ached and longed for rest. His mind would not allow sleep to take hold. After a while he rolled over onto his back with a frustrated sigh and stared up at the ceiling fan. His bed was noticeably colder without Boo curled up next to him. His house was too quiet. It felt odd and out of place. Like something was missing aside from the obvious absence of man’s best friend.

He used to love the isolation being home provided after months of time spent on cramped tour buses and in shared hotel rooms, but now he was dreading the solitude.

Before his mind could ponder further he heard a familiar notification chime from his phone. He rolled over and grabbed the device off the nightstand, the light from the screen cutting through the darkness.

Olivia: New Text Message

He unlocked his phone and was greeted by a photo of Boo in a bathtub, hair spiked up in different directions by the shampoo lathered in his hair. The message underneath read:

Olivia: Someone knocked over the trashcan while I was taking a shower and got caught red pawed with peanut butter all over him. 🙃

The message made him smile in amusement. Boo was notorious for knocking over and digging through the garbage if you didn’t keep the trash can secured in some fashion. He had done it many times when Matt had originally moved into his own place before he finally got a heavy metal can with a push pedal lid that couldn’t be knocked over.

Before he could type out a reply another photo popped up. This one showed Boo sitting, with freshly dried fur, looking up at Olivia through the mirror on the countertop next to the sink in her bathroom. The reflection showed Olivia smiling down at her phone screen behind him as she snapped the picture, hair dryer up and ready in her opposite hand.

She was wearing an oversized t-shirt, which was practically a dress on her short frame. Not just any t-shirt. His t-shirt. His favorite Lord of the Rings t-shirt that he thought he accidentally lost.

But there is was, and fuck did she look good in it.

Olivia: Pupdate: Back to his clean handsome self! 😋

He zoomed in to see that she had gathered the pups hair up into a hair tie causing the free hair to stick up like a troll doll. His smile grew wider as he typed back a reply.

Matt: You gave my dog a ponytail? And is that my shirt? 🤨

Olivia: Yeah! You guys match now! And I don’t know what you’re talking about. Lol 🤭

Matt: 🙄

Olivia: He looks cute and you know it! 🖕

Matt: So what you're saying is you think I look cute? And stop trying to avoid the question. 🤔

Olivia: I say you match and that's all you got out of that? 🙄

Matt: You didn’t say no. 😏

Olivia: 🤐

Matt: I’m taking that as a yes until you say otherwise and I want my shirt back.

“Boo, I think your dad is flirting with me” Olivia said to the pup curled up under her arm, big brown eyes looking at her.

Albeit she was flirting back, but they were both arguably kinda bad at it.

Olivia: I plead the fifth and if you want it back you’ll have to come and take it.

Matt: That can be arranged.

Oh shit, maybe not as bad at it as she thought.

Olivia: You’d like that wouldn’t you?

Well, no turning back now. They’ve officially crossed into a territory outside of the realm of just friends.

Three little text dots popped up at the bottom and then went away.

Shit Shit Shit.

She felt doubt start to form like a weight in the pit of her stomach. Maybe she read the messages wrong. Maybe he wasn’t flirting?

Twenty minutes passed with no reply. She wanted to scream, and cry, and throw up all at the exact same time. Olivia was genuinely worried that she had just royally fucked up her friendship.

She was anxiously pacing around her room, waiting for Matt to reply, when she heard her doorbell ring from downstairs. She looked over at the clock on her nightstand. It read 11:47pm.

Boo let out a growl at the new noise. She tried to soothe the dog before leaving him secured inside her bedroom and headed downstairs to see who the hell was ringing her doorbell in the middle of the night. She was mentally chastising herself for not investing in one of those ring doorbell cameras that she always said she was going to invest in when she moved in two years prior.

She stood on her tip toes and looked through the peephole. She let out a slight gasp by who she saw on the other side before quickly unlocking and opening the door. There on the other side of the threshold was Matt with a very serious look on his face, his brown eyes looked darker than usual. They both said nothing, a noticeable tension filled the air as she pulled the door open wider, allowing him room to step inside. She quickly closed the door behind him and re-secured the locks.

“Matt, wha…” she started to ask, turning around to face him.

“Shut up.” he interjected, stepping forward and connecting their lips in a searing kiss.

They stood like this for a moment, before he took another step and the cool wood of her front door against her back caused her to part her lips in a gasp, allowing his tongue to slip inside. His hands left her face and traveled down the seam of her shirt. His shirt. Before he reached behind her thighs and lifted her up, legs wrapping around his center, as he carried them over to the couch across the room.

That tension felt before snapped as hands found skin and clothing met the floor piece by piece. She didn’t have time to feel shy. The desire of it all was dizzying and they both craved more. He rolled her off his lap to where she laid across the couch and he began to plant kisses along her throat. Over her breast. Down her stomach. Watching her react with each touch as he made his way to her core.

He looked up at her as he pressed gentle kisses against her inner thigh, silently asking permission to continue. She nodded and he didn’t hesitate. Her hand quickly found its way into his hair as his tongue worked deeper. Her head snapped back into the couch pillow as he gently introduced his fingers to her folds, falling into a steady rhythm as his mouth flicked over her clit. She tried to move her hips to match his thrusts but he firmly held her in place by snaking his free arm around her thigh.

She let out a moan as she felt herself growing closer and closer to climax. The sounds of her moans and how she breathlessly whispered his name were like music and he was desperate to hear more. She looked down at him, his eyes borderline pitch black with lust. Their gaze remained locked as she felt her body coil tighter until it snapped and she screamed out his name in pleasure. Writhing beneath him as he continued to work his fingers in and out, while kissing the overstimulated bud.

The sound of her voice as she fell apart made his dick twitch. She whimpered slightly at the absence as he made his way back up her body and attaching her lips to his in another deep kiss. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, her pupils blown with ecstasy.

“Are you sure about this?” He said, seeking consent to continue.

She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into another breathtaking kiss.

“Fuck, yes.” She breathed against his lips.

She gripped his arms, nail leaving crescent moon indentions on the skin as he pushed inside of her. Sweat began to pool at the small of his back as she rolled her hips up to meet him, their bodies falling into a steady rhythm.

He placed his forehead against hers, eyes locked as he thrusts harder, deeper. Both chasing their high together. Olivia's eyes flutter closed as the pleasure builds closer and closer.

“Look at me!” Matt demands. God the way he said that unlocked something in her.

Her eyes snap back open to meet his. He picks up his pace with a grunt, alternating between deep full hilt thrusts and shallow ones that leaves her needing more.

“Fuck, Liv, you’re doing so good for me.” He praises between his own moans.

Her hands snake deeper into his mane of hair as they push closer and closer to the breaking point. He tries to hide his moan in another deep kiss.

“Matt….” She whines, “so close..”

“That’s it, babygirl.” He praises, “cum for me, let me hear that pretty voice.”

She cried out his name in pleasure, star bursts dotting in her vision as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She writhed with overstimulation as he chased his own climax shortly after. He collapsed on her chest, both of them trying to calm their ragged breathing.

Matt quickly got up and retrieved a wet washcloth from the half bath and cleaned both of them up before laying back down and pulling Olivia on top of him along with the decorative blanket that was draped over the back of the couch. She nestled her face into the crux of his neck, he rested his chin on top of her head.

“Matt?” Olivia asks, voice muffled by how she was laying.

“Yeah?”

“You’re still not getting the shirt back.” She says.

He lets out a laugh.

“Fair enough,” he replies, kissing her forehead, “It looks better on you anyways.”

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cheralith · 2 years ago

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if the shoe fits — 「 prince!vash x reader x prince!nai 」

content warnings ; gn!reader, they/them pronouns, reader wears a ball gown and mentions of makeup, mild violence, mention of a tri98 character, not much romance but more so tension from nai tbh whoops

contains ; royalty!au, cinderella-esque!au, gardener!reader, friends to lovers (?) (vash), enemies to lovers (?) (nai)

notes ; i can't stress enough how well rachmaninoff's symphony no. 2 in e minor: adagio, followed by largo suits this so much, please take a listen as you go!

The names of Nai and Vash Saverem of JuLai were no strangers to the townsfolk of their kingdom. Firstborn twins and only children to the late queen Rem Saverem, the two were notorious for sticking by each other’s side almost on the daily, but also for their contrasting personalities. In front of the people, Prince Nai is distant, only preferring to stare straight ahead when in an open carriage and seemingly ignoring his townsfolk. His lips would subtly purse at the sight of the crowd before drawing a breath and crossing his arms over his chest. He says that it’s the best way to make an impression on the townsfolk—their future king cannot be bothered with sillier antics, unlike a specific someone.

Prince!Vash cannot be any more different from his brother, who is to be crowned with the regal title of “king” when he is of age. He’s much more connected with the townsfolk, often waving excitedly to them while in the carriage and taking any gifts that are handed to him with a large smile on his face, cherishing and archiving them in his bedroom. The ladies love him, their babies too, and he loves them back. A natural charmer—he’s managed to easily win the popularity contest amongst him and Nai, since he prefers to frolic out of the castle without suspicion to spend time with his people.

Prince!Nai busies himself more with work-related matters, ruling the palace with an iron fist. Make one move out of line and your fate is already decided by him before you can even beg on your knees. It’s not to say he’s completely authoritarian, however, since if he could rule the way that he truly wanted to, the townsfolk would despise him and would demand his younger brother to usurp him, despite the fact that the younger twin has no interest in royal politics.

Prince!Vash brings joy and light to the palace, he makes the place much more lively. He prefers to dine in the boisterous servants’ quarters rather than with his brother and other boring royal officials in the quieter dining hall, enjoying their stories about what life was like in the village or their stories about his late mother. They often say he reminds them of her—the fondness in his eyes, his soft and playful voice, and his pacifistic, loving demeanor. It’s also there that they freely complain about his brother without fear, to which Vash can only laugh and excuse Nai to the best of his abilities.

Prince!Nai knows his place in the world. He belongs to the higher pedestal, like a true future king should be. White gold and royal blue adorn most of his clothing, signifying his importance and regal nature. He knows his place in the world—he just wishes that everyone else does, too.

Prince!Vash forgets he’s a prince half the time, just like how he “forgets” to wear his crown (he just merely doesn’t like the feeling of superiority it entitles to him, but he guises it under the complaint of it being too heavy). He’s intrigued more by the culture of his kingdom and what a “normal” person would do rather than the gleam and glory offered by his palace.

On an early Saturday afternoon, Prince!Nai frowns at the sight of his brother talking amongst a particular someone when he passes by the gardens with his royal court following behind him while they continue mumbling about incessant political meetings with other kingdoms. He can recognize those dirtied gardening boots and soiled apron that sit a little too close to Vash’s thigh for his liking anywhere, and his frown deepens when he watches as an amateur royal gardener hands the younger prince a red flower with its petals all bustled together, clicking his tongue when dirt-stained hands touches the pure white of Vash’s glove.

Prince!Vash is awe-stricken by the flower you hand to him, carefully twirling it around with his fingers. It was his mother’s favorite flower, according to the other gardeners. You give him a toothy smile and say he came to the garden at the right time—geranium season has just bloomed and the garden sprinkled with their beauty all over this spring in honor of the late queen.

“I hear your mother was a lot like you,” you murmur quietly, watching as the prince pets the petals tenderly when you change into your spare, cleaner shoes. “Do you have memories of what she was like?”

He looks at you with a glimmer of longing flashing through his cerulean eyes. You’re about to apologize for your hastiness when you see his lips thin momentarily before he gently smiles and leans back into the seat of the gazebo that protects you and him from the afternoon sun.

“Gentle,” is what slips past his lips, “is what I remember best. Kind and wise, too. She used to always tell me that there’s beauty everywhere, even in the harshest of places. All it really takes is for one to just simply,” he reaches over to you and gently nestles the flower neatly in between your hair and ear, not noticing you stiffen at his touch despite him looking at you straight in the eyes. “... look a little closer.”

Prince!Nai can only huff at the shared touch between a lowly gardener and the other branch of his royal blood before briefly excusing himself from the royal counsel to escort himself to the gardens, not wanting his brother to be in such close radius of you any longer. He calls out his name sternly, making you and him flinch at the sound of his voice. His nerves relax themselves when Vash pulls away from you, but his jaw clenches slightly when he sees a speck of dust on the fingertip of his glove that Vash scratches his cheek with, embarrassed.

“You should be getting ready for tonight’s ball,” Nai states flatly, not even acknowledging your existence when you bow and greet him. “There is much preparation to do.” His eyes fleet towards you, where you stand still, your head still bowed to show your respects to his majesty. “I expect the flowers for the ballroom to be set up by early evening,” is all he says to you before trotting away with his head held up high.

Prince!Vash makes sure that his brother is out of sights before he sighs and urges you to lift your head up. Apologizing for his brother’s rudeness, he can only sigh at the fact that he couldn’t sneak out of the palace tonight like he usually does, making you laugh when he pouts at the thought of entertaining boring old nobles and lords.

“I wish I could say that,” you mention as you smooth your pants out. “Balls seem like fun—dancing around in pretty clothing and eating all those tasty desserts the chefs make.”

Vash snorts. “Sure, they’re fun if you like talking awkwardly with people twice your age and having people step on your feet after not being able to sit down for almost three hours.”

“But still!” you exclaim. “Just the thought of being in a ballroom and being with everyone enjoying themselves would be such a delightful sight.”

As you sigh dreamily about your fantasies, Prince Vash can only stare at you incredulously, marveled at the two different worlds that sit side by side so close under a gazebo. He wonders if you fantasize about royal life a lot, wondering if you think like him but with his fantasies about being a commonfolk and not worrying about the societal pressures of living up to his brother. He finds it so fascinating that such two different people from two different worlds can be together under a single roof, bonding over miniscule things like flowers. It’s what he finds so amazing about human nature the most—the skill of connection.

He looks at you from the corner of his eye as you gaze longingly into the garden when all of a sudden, an idea pops into his head.

Prince!Nai carefully watches with contempt as you and the younger prince talk amongst each other from his office window that sits a few stories above the garden, sneering when Vash holds both of your speckled hands suddenly and nods excitedly, the sparkle in his eyes evident even from a hefty height. His eyes narrow in suspicion when you shake your head to his unknown words; your brows furrow in nervousness before Vash caresses the top of your hands with his thumbs, making Nai’s icy blue gaze harden.

Prince!Vash is about to beg on his knees at this point.

“You must come! You’d enjoy it, I promise,” Vash pleads as he grips your hands tighter. “I’ll be by your side the entire time, so you won’t feel too anxious.”

“Your majesty—” you attempt.

He pouts. “Please don’t call me that,” he says with a soft frown, not enjoying the sudden formality.

“—it would not be wise for a menial gardener such as I to attend such a regal event,” you whisper, your eyes darting over the place to avoid any eavesdroppers. The palace does enjoy its part-time gossip, after all. “I am not suited for it.”

“But I am inviting you!” he exclaims. “You would be coming on my behalf. I’m allowed to do that, I swear!”

Your lips purse in anxiousness, a thick swallow trailing down your dry throat. “It would not be deemed appropriate… and what if his majesty found out about one of his staff attending a royal ball and not tending to it?”

“Then that would be my problem to handle,” Prince Vash retorts. “Please come. It’d make me eternally happy.”

“I…” your words fail you, and you do consider giving in for a brief moment just to get the prince off your tail before your eyes deepen with disappointment one more time. “I’m sorry, my prince, but I must refuse your offer.”

Prince!Nai cocks a brow when he sees his younger brother’s smile disappear and morph into a saddened frown at your words that he can’t seem to articulate from the window above. He watches a little too intently when Vash heaves a great big sigh and finally stands up, his eyes rolling when he offers you his hand. Assuming that the conversation between a gardener and blue blooded prince is finally over, he moves his eyes to his royal secretary.

“Must this be a ball with the intention of finding me a spouse…?” Nai huffs, settling himself in his chair. “I can rule a kingdom perfectly fine without the nuisance of a marriage.”

Legato can only shake his head at his superior’s words. “Tradition goes as follows, your majesty. Your coronation cannot take place without a spouse by your side. At least you are able to choose them—your mother was not granted that option.”

The future king of JuLai knows that, and he also knows that he should be more grateful to what he is given. But he has always been alone and prefers to keep it that way, his younger counterpart being the only exception. Yes, his mother may have married to a more irrelevant royal, but after his death, she was able to rule JuLai properly by herself, so why couldn’t he? Nai only shakes his head before staring at the royal orb and scepter that sit in their glass box on the dresser, a reminder that he keeps close to remind him of his goals and his duties. He can feel the ghost of their coldness on his palms from practicing so much in the mirror. His hands twitch.

“Your outfit for the ball is in your quarter’s, my prince,” Legato says before excusing himself to make sure the preparations for the ball are in place.

Nai can only sigh in disappointment when he watches the doors of his office close before standing up again to face the window. His eyes graze around the garden again before sharply landing on the gazebo again, where nothing but soil-ridden boots stand under it

Prince!Vash looks into your eyes, where disappointment hides under a curtain of uncertainty. He sighs, releasing your hands from his grasp. He supposes that it does seem a little too risky to sneak in a commonfolk into the royal ballroom, and he wouldn’t want you to face any punishments if you were caught.

“Thank you for the invitation, though,” you retort. “I truly do admire your enthusiasm.”

“If I was able to invite the entire kingdom, I would,” the prince sighs, biting the inside of his cheek. “I’m sure everyone would enjoy it, especially the children.”

You smile softly at his words; he was always a man of the people and it never fails to show even during more private moments. “I have no doubt about that. Perhaps in another lifetime, when you are king, you’ll be able to do that.”

A haughty laugh escapes his lips. “If I am able to do that without being a king or leader of sorts, that’d be better. Honestly, if I’m able to just one day escape this life in general—I’d be satisfied.”

You shrug casually. “What’s stopping you? You could always just escape and go live under a fake name, I wouldn’t tell a soul.”

Prince Vash pauses suddenly. He snaps his head to look at you with a sudden idea lingering in his head at the mention of a fake name. Glassy eyes go to scan your figure up and down and slowly, an almost mischievous grin starts to etch onto his face.

“Fake name, huh?” he raises his eyebrows at your confused countenance. You exclaim out of surprise when he suddenly tugs you away from the gazebo and back into the castle. “I have an idea.”

The evening sun is beginning to rest its rays. Prince!Nai watches from the leveled floor as the guests begin to flock in numbers into the ballroom, occasionally bowing to greet those who greet him. Legato stays by his side closely, making sure no one would get too comfortable to the royal host, his eyes darting to eye any suspicious characters.

“Is there anyone that you find… interesting so far, your majesty?” Legato murmurs. Nai finds his attempt at loose matchmaking poor.

"Do not ask such foolish questions,” Nai scoffs quietly as he bows to a curtsied countess that bats her lashes at him. “Where is Vash? He should’ve been down by now.”

Prince!Vash waits outside an almost-never used dressing room, wincing occasionally as he hears you yelp from the pain of having your hair tugged in a certain direction or cough from the amount of powder dabbed onto your face. His plan was sure to work; have you be disguised under a fake name with a fake title from a fake kingdom and merely just have you accompany him the entire night under the impression that you and him fancied each other when in reality,it’d just be you helping him get through the night to avoid talking to other political figures and most importantly—let you have fun.

“Are they almost ready?” Vash asks the head seamstress that runs in and out of the corridor. He pulls out his inherited pocket watch from his mother, its hands ticking a little too fast for his liking. “I’d hate for us to be late.”

“Nearly, your majesty,” she replies, ribbon between her teeth as she shuffles back into the room. “Give us another moment—they do not seem to have a tolerance for a makeover, I’m afraid.”

He gives out an amused laugh when he hears you hiss through your teeth as your hair gets pulled back. “P-please be more gentle…” he hears you mumble.

“Work your magic however, Meryl,” Vash grins and says with a wink, “I’ll give you and your team double the pay if you manage to make my jaw drop.”

Prince!Nai anxiously taps his foot, his eyes flickering back and forth between the growing crowd of nobles and the large clock that screams Vash is quite late. The guests themselves have asked a number of times where the younger Saverem is, his presence already ghosting around the ballroom.

“Legato,” Nai calls. “Take Livio and Monev to search for Vash. I cannot have his tardiness stain our reputation like this,” he stresses.

“Prince!Vash!” Milly, a handmaiden, calls out worriedly. Distress floods her entire being, causing her to trip on the rug and fall towards him. His reflexes do not fail him (he can thank all the swordsmanship training for that one) and manages to break her fall with his arms. “Prince Vash! They’re looking for you! Prince Nai’s bodyguards are asking about your whereabouts—!”

Vash curses under his breath, knowing that your transformation wasn’t complete yet. “Meryl, how many more minutes do you need?” he calls aloud to the head seamstress, only for his face to pale when he receives a reply of a plentiful fifteen more minutes at minimum from the closed door. He turns back to the handmaiden, urging her to, “Tell them I’ll be down there shortly, and that I was just um… occupied in the bathroom!” he laughs unconvincingly before urging her to leave the corridor and forward the message.

He knocks on the door. “(Y/N)?”

“Yes?”

His heart lightens at the sound of your voice coming from all the commotion. “I, uh…”

He wanted a chance to at least look at you to see if you were properly fitted for the part before the ball. “I unfortunately have to go down to meet my brother, so I won’t be able to escort you like I promised… but I’ll meet you down there once you’re down!”

There’s a brief pause before you ask, “You’re not coming with me?”

He swears the mild disappointment in your voice is enough to break him whole. “I can’t, I’m so sorry. But both Milly and Meryl know what to do, I’m putting them in your care!”

Vash begins to dart out of the corridor before he pauses and quickly walks back up to Milly, and in a hushed tone, reminds her, “And please… do not forget about my gift to them.”

Prince!Nai hears his name being called aloud from the right side of the ballroom. His silver eyes meet deeper azure ones in sweet relief, before becoming unamused again at the sight of his brother’s hair all tousled, his sash not properly seated across his chest, and his crown sat improperly atop his head.

“Where were you?” Nai mutters to him before fixing the brooch on Vash’s collar. “Everyone was asking about your whereabouts?”

“Ouch!” Vash exclaims when Nai tightens his collar. “On the toilet. I think I had too much to eat for lunch, haha.”

Nai only looks at him with mild disgust. “No matter,” he waves off. “The fact is that you’re here now, that’s all that matters.”

Nai’s next few minutes are filled with him commemorating the ball to the currently present guests, thanking them for taking time out of their schedules to celebrate such a festivity with him and letting him host such a regal event. He etches on a fake smile to the people below him, making it subtly known of his position above them on the leveled flooring by refusing to greet them from down below and making them come to his feet.

The last few guests are still flocking in by the time the first couple of dances start, and Nai can’t help but eye Vash’s fidgeting and consistent scanning of the ballroom floor. He watches as Vash’s eyes go to dart at the clock while bouncing on his heels—biting his lip in what seems to be a foreign anticipation of sorts. Nai is about the question if he was alright, seeing as how nervousness was an extremely rare face that his brother would put on until when Vash’s eyes return to the dance floor. They no longer bounce about the crowd but instead, fixate on a specific sight that makes his jaw drop slightly. But when Nai attempts to share the same sight, Vash beelines down to the dance floor, Nai’s shouts of his name falling deaf to his ears.

He hesitates to follow him, but his foot stops in place and almost enables him to move. Before becoming paralyzed at the sound of his name being called by one of the royal advisors. Nai snaps at him to leave him be, glaring at the man and making the advisor stiffen and scurry away, but when he returns his eyes back to the dance floor, Nai almost loses sight of his twin just before he spots him weaving through the dancers thanks to his bold red suit.

“Vash!” His eyes follow him until Vash slows towards something—no, someone that Nai can’t see thanks to his brother’s broad build. He grits his teeth, almost losing his composure at his brother’s hyperactiveness.

His tension suddenly seems to ease itself when Vash finally moves out of view to reveal what had gotten him so worked up.

Prince!Vash looks at you breathlessly, eyes wide and an open-lipped smile gazing down upon you as you stare up at him.

“You look…” he scans your complete appearance ever so carefully, savoring every detail.

The flecks of the lights given by the chandelier embellish you in a soft spotlight. Adorned in a shimmering, celeste blue ball gown bespeckled with diamonds that had made everyone around gaze at you in wonder, Vash bit his lip—the color suited you a little too well for his liking. Elbow-length silk gloves snaked their away around arms that were usually shielded with soil-stained gardening gloves, and instead of a wide-brimmed sun hat like you usually wore that hid your face and hair from view, your hair was neatly done and atop your head settled not a sun hat, but a jeweled tiara with matching earrings and a choker that opened up your painted face.

Normally, you do not get a lot of eyes following during the daytime when you’re in your usual outerwear. But Vash can’t help but feel weary when he sees people eye you with curiosity and admiration in your current attire—some part of it wants to believe that it’s only because you’re talking with him, but all their attention is on you, like his own.

When Vash doesn’t finish his sentence, you worriedly fidget with the itchy material. “Do… Do I look weird?” you inquire with no self-security in your voice. “Is it too flashy—”

“No!” Vash shouts a little too loudly, gaining a couple of stares and raised eyebrows around him. “You look…” he swallows thickly, attempting to find better words to describe your appearance, but all that weakly chokes out is, “beautiful. Incredibly beautiful.”

A heat rushes to your face before you softly smile. “Thank you. You look just as dashing tonight, my prince. Oh and uh,” you lift the skirt of your ball gown up slightly, just enough to reveal the beauty of a pair of iridescent, sapphire-dusted glass slippers that sparkle just like the crystals in the chandelier above the ballroom. “Thank you for the gift. Your goodwill is valued greatly.”

He can’t help the bashful smile that creeps onto his lips; it feels like he was just complimented by a divinity themselves. “I-I hope it’s to your liking, and I tried my best to guess your shoe size. Are they too tight? Too large? I can quickly ask for a replacement pair if—”

You hold your gloved hand up to pause his rambling, lips curling into a soft smile. “They’re the perfect fit, my prince.”

Relief floods Vash, and he lets out a dramatic breath that makes you laugh from his antics. The young prince then reaches his hand out towards you, moving aside to let you take a better look at what you desired most—the elegance of a ballroom floor.

“Well then, shall we dance?”

Prince!Nai breathes in sharply as he sees a stranger take his brother’s hand—so sharply it stings his nose, not enjoying how the stranger touches Vash so unbelievably casually. It doesn’t help his case when he doesn’t recognize who the stranger was in the snowy blue ball gown despite him knowing nearly every single person in the ballroom. He first wonders why Vash knows them, then he second guesses himself and asks why they know Vash seeing as how the conversation between the two was friendly—a little too friendly.

He’s brushed with a sense of familiarity, almost. The air feels thinner.

He stares at the two as Vash helps them onto the dance floor, where the stranger seems to already be stumbling over their own two feet. Nai can recognize a face of worry anywhere, and it’s currently plastered on their visage—pursed lips, wide eyes, he’s seen every form of it from the palace’s workers when he’s around.

Another conversation busies itself between them and Vash… and it almost looks like he’s giving the stranger instructions on how to waltz properly. From the looks of it, the stranger seems to be some sort of a viscount or baron, judging from how particularly young they were… but what sort of noble doesn’t know the basics of a waltz? Nai’s brows furrow, his ears drowning out everyone else who tries to receive him in concentration between the two particular individuals on the dance floor.

“Legato,” he chants, his eyes not leaving the two when the stranger accidentally seems to step on Vash’s foot, making them both exclaim in surprise, a short burst of laughter between the two quickly following. “Who is that dancing with Vash? The one in blue.”

“Hm?” his royal secretary looks up from his clipboard and squints at the stranger stiffly dancing. He squints. “I’m not… too sure, your majesty… I don’t think I can recall them on the invitation list.”

“Perhaps a trespasser?” Nai mutters to himself, poorly attempting to hide his horror. It was not uncommon for those not under noble titles to attempt to sneak into festivities they were not allowed into, though they had never made it particularly far. How dare a lowlife commoner sneak onto royal property and seduce his brother?! What sort of things or favors could the stranger possibly want from the royal prince? The thought of his more naive sibling being taken advantage of by a mere villager makes Nai’s blood boil hastily. “Bring them to me at once.”

Prince!Vash looks at you with a partiality embedded into his eyes, watching as your own fleet over the beauty and articulation of the ballroom’s interior and marveling at the people decorated in fancy clothing. Joy is plastered all over your face, even though you’d never admit it.

“How do you take the ball so far?” Vash asks quietly as he gently picks you up on a strengthened beat, settling you down easily. He can hear the clink of your glass slippers being set on the dance floor softly, like two champagne flutes toasting together.

“It’s all I ever could’ve dreamed about,” you sigh happily. “Thank you again, I truly do appreciate it.”

“I thought I could use the company,” he laughs, “I haven’t run into any weird marquesses or dukes yet, so keep at—” Vash’s smile suddenly falls flat onto the floor at the sight of a familiar bluenette approaching your and his way, a sternness that replicates his elder brother’s on the royal secretary’s face. A nervous bob of his throat attempts to hide itself under his ascot. He can’t let his nerves get to him or you.

“Legato.”

“My prince,” Legato greets flatly, giving a poor bow that would be completely unacceptable under Nai’s eyes, “Your majesty requests you and your…” Legato’s narrow eyes trace your figure, his brow raising when you look away instead of greeting him. “... accompaniment at once. He would like to meet them properly.”

Vash’s spine freezes, and he can feel you stiffen as you grip his gloved hand a little tighter. “O-of course, we’ll be there in just a mo—.”

“He requests your presence, now.”

He and you can only anxiously follow Legato’s figure in the crowd, a worried glance from you meets his half-secured one, silently telling you, “Rest assured,”

Prince!Nai watches under stone-cold eyes as the mysterious stranger, Vash, and Legato come before him, all three of them bowing in respect to the future king.

“Vash,” Nai declares, making his younger brother look up, “Would you care to introduce me to… your companion?” he asks, not even attempting to acknowledge the stranger that stands idly beside him.

There’s a pregnant pause that skims through the thickened air between the three of them before Vash exclaims out in surprise and nods his head rapidly, a large smile (yet somehow doesn’t reach his eyes) plastered on his lips. “A-ah! Yes, of course!” Vash gestures to the person beside him.

Prince!Vash steps aside to introduce you properly, signaling to you that he will do most of the talking for you, giving Nai your given fake name. “They’re the child of a noble from the high court of the kingdom of Marche, and they’re coming on their father’s behalf since he has fallen ill.”

You curtsy to him out of respect, trying your absolute best to avoid the future king’s cold gaze looking down upon you. “It is such an honor to be invited to such a prestigious event, your majesty.”

Prince!Nai doesn’t reply to you, only letting out a soft grunt of semi-acknowledgement. His stare doesn’t break from you, though, still halfway convinced that you were who you said you were.

“Marche…” Nai mutters and tucks his chin in between his fingers. “Where is that on the map? I don’t recall such a kingdom.”

“It’s a rather small domain!” Vash exclaims hastily. “It’s up towards the northern hemisphere, so it’s almost entirely covered in snow—! All the way up to one’s knees!”

Nai’s eyes narrow. “And how exactly do you know that?”

Prince!Vash’s mouth suddenly pools with regret at what he said. Words get caught up in his throat and his mouth hangs open like a fish.

“Prince Vash was so kind enough to send food and supplies to our kingdom after we were hit with a sudden blizzard,” you interrupt. “Our kingdom thanks him charitably for such generosity.”

The older Saverem turns to look at Vash with a hardened look on his face. “When was this? Why was I not made aware of it?”

“You were too busy with leveling out the war between Augusta and Mei-City during the time,” Vash continues, “I didn’t want to make things worse since you were so stressed, so I decided to take matters into my own hands with Marche.”

Prince!Nai’s irritation seems to grow more and more with the passing seconds that he’s in close proximity with you. He finally takes a step down from the pedestal that sits viewing the ballroom and lifts your chin up with his gloved hand—examining your features. Something about you seems too… retrospective.

Nai thinks it’s too loose of a term.

His face scans your weary eyes, your painted, warbling lips, the slope of your nose, the crease of your eyes… he can’t quite place his finger on it, but your face doesn’t only look familiar, but feels familiar, as well, as if the shape and angles of it mimic someone else. It frustrates him that he just doesn’t know who. All he knows is that you are not worthy of the tiara placed atop your head because it looks too strange… too foreign on you.

“You remind me of someone,” he murmurs as he changes the angles of your face with his hand whilst brushing your bottom lip with his thumb. “Someone I know. Someone I’ve seen before.” His voice goes criminally soft, so quiet that only you’re able to detect the poison in his voice that stings you with disarray.

You step back a little too rashly. “I have… rather the common face, your majesty,” you excuse with a tight throat.

“I see.” The future king continues to study your features for a few more seconds before almost thrusting your face away from him—you draw a breath you hadn’t realized you had been holding as you attempt to regain your balance. Returning his attention to Vash, he merely states, “I’d hate to spoil your fun for tonight, brother. I hope that you and… your company… enjoy yourselves,” before brisking off stiffly somewhere else, most likely somewhere he can quietly watch you two with watchful eyes.

Prince!Vash notices your shaken-up disposition and places a hand on the small of your back to let yourself breathe properly when you and him head back to the floor. “Are you okay?”

You nod, but your eyes warble with a curtain of glass over them. Vash thins his lips and briefly apologizes again, per usual, for his brother’s antics, attempting to ease you with excuses of how he’s always like that towards people he didn’t know and he’s just too overprotective of him.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have come,” you choke out, pacing a bit forward. “I should probably leave before he really confirms something—”

“No! Don’t!” Vash abruptly grabs your hand and forcefully turns you around to face him before you can escort yourself out the ballroom you had been in for less than half an hour. He had done too much effort for you to be here, it’d be too much of a waste of time (and money!) if you left so early.

Your eyes widen at his rashness, blinking owlishly.

“I-I mean… there’s still a lot of time left… and I could really, reallyyy use the company,” Vash pleads and grips your hand a little tighter while he waltzes you onto the ballroom with him. “I promise I won’t let him near you without me,” he softly whispers before the large crescendo from the orchestra.

“Just follow my lead.”

Prince!Nai watches from the corner of his eye as he talks amongst different dukes and earls about the latest news regarding the seven kingdoms, not exactly picking up on their words like he usually does considering his mind was displaced somewhere else that needed his attention more desperately than political scandals.

He bounces about the ballroom, going from individual to individual in hopes to try and get a better glimpse of Vash and the seemingly uninvited guest from “Marche.” It wasn’t too difficult considering the blue gown you were wearing on the dance floor was eye-catching, but the other people in the crowd made it much too difficult to get an unblocked view of you. Vash doesn’t seem to be letting go of your side, either, unwilling to move more than a couple of meters away from you even as he talks amongst others.

“Livio, what do you know of a kingdom by the name of ‘Marche?’” Nai asks his bodyguard.

The half-masked man turns to him, confused. “I have never heard of such a nation, my prince.”

Nai is half-convinced. Livio had never been all the best at book smarts, let alone geography, so he turns to the embodiment of his second brain, asking the same question. Legato chuckles darkly, clutching something behind him. “I checked the historical archives a few minutes ago, and you would be quite intrigued as to what I had found, your highness.”

Legato shows him a torn-out, faded map of the seven cities, subcities still etched onto it…

… minus the addition of a particular northern region.

“There is no such nation under the title of ‘Marche’, your highness,” Legato says, a smirk sneaking onto his lips. “Your suspicions were right. That person besides Prince Vash… is a fraud.”

Prince!Vash happily dips you down just before the exuberant song played by the orchestra ends, making you yelp in surprise before laughing aloud with him at his sudden caper. He pulls you up again with ease and wipes the sweat of his brow. “Probably the best song they’ve played so far!”

“Indeed,” you sigh out as you fan yourself. You never expected a ballroom to become rather stuffy—or perhaps it was the constant dancing you had been doing for the past couple of hours that caused you to become so flushed. “I’m going to get some air outside before I pass out, is that okay?”

Vash, completely forgetting the vow he had made to you at the beginning, nods and tells you he’ll be close by to grab some refreshers and leaves you to your own accord. “Don’t take too long! The final dance is about to begin!”

A soft laugh escapes your lips, nodding before you whisk away to the chilled air of the garden. The night is young—you’ve never felt more alive than you did now. Perhaps you did make the right decision to tag along with the young prince this evening, since starting tomorrow, you would no longer be able to experience the joyous experience of tonight and would have to go back to tending to the garden that you walk about in. A statue honoring the late queen Rem sits in the center of it all, and it gazes upon you with a familiar gentleness. The moon is set high and it smiles down upon you as you breathe fresh air into your lungs again as you settle onto a stone bench that sits in front of the statue, watching as the nocturnal wildlife in the garden play and prance.

A rabbit peers at you from underneath a rose hedge curiously, mimicking your actions as you tilt your head at it. You fight the urge to let out a coo before you motion it towards you, you’ve always had somewhat of a knack with animals. It slowly reveals itself and prances toward you with its eyes mirroring the moonlight before it scurries away when a looming shadow approaches you from behind, obviously frightened.

“I take it you’re enjoying yourself quite well tonight,” Prince!Nai declares behind you.

Startled, you let out a soft cry of surprise before you turn around and face austere, glacial orbs that belong to the one and only future king of JuLai. Your heart pulses—already having a sneaking suspicion of why such a prestigious royal figure was isolated with you in the lone garden.

“Y-your highness,” you answer weakly, knees about to give out as you stand on weak legs. You aren’t sure whether the ache from your calves is because of all the dancing or because of the nerves.

“How is the ball?” Nai questions whilst he circles around you like a hawk around its prey. You can only stand so still as you look straight ahead, not daring to look into those eyes. “Is it to your liking? I hope the music fairs nicely, I picked it out myself.”

Clutching onto the fabric of your gown, you nod compliantly as you continue to avoid eye contact. “You have… great taste in music, my prince.”

“Why, thank you,” he replies, a confidence he exudes casually distinguished in his voice. “How is the food? The pastries are not too sweet?”

“Not at all, your highness…” Your nerves slowly begin to freeze over the more laps Nai does around you, caging you in an invisible rope as his eyes never leave your figure, the same eyes that were used to examine you much too closely.

“That’s good, that’s good,” he mumbles. “Tell me, what foods do you usually have in Marche? I have a particular sweet tooth, are there any desserts you’d recommend me if I were to… take a visit there?” he stops pacing and settles himself in front of you, his aura wading off nothing but dominance. “To just check up on how the state of it is, you know. That must’ve been a terrible blizzard, I’m sure.”

The inked sky hides your heated sweat, but doesn’t hide your chest rapidly going up and down and your breath betraying you. It falls too short. “There’s…” your words get mixed up, voice going soft. “There’s a cake th-that we eat annually during the celebration of the… the…”

Nai cocks a brow, tilting his head almost coyly to the side. “The…?”

“The… anniversary of the war against the neighboring kingdom we won a few decades ago,” you complete with little confidence.

“Oh?” Nai’s eyes narrow, a subtle smirk snaking on his lips. “Which kingdom?”

You can feel your voice begin to fail you. Eyes darting around for a familiar tuft of straw blonde hair and a dashing red suit, you don’t seem to spot anyone else in the garden except for you and the future king.“I… I can’t seem to recall, your highness, my apologies…”

He chuckles and comes to your aid all of a sudden and answers for you, instead. “I recall Augusta having conflict with a certain kingdom in my history books, perhaps it was them, then?”

A haughty laugh and nod sneaks their way past you without second thought. “Y-yes! Augusta—! I’m honored to say that we were able to triumph over them, despite a rather tough beating—”

“Liar.”

A thick pause goes through the garden before it’s broken by the sudden loud gong of the palace clock, alerting the stroke of midnight was upon you.

“P-pardon?” you hesitantly ask, turning your head up to the prince before your nerves completely freeze over and paralyze you in your spot at the sight of his ice cold eyes piercing straight into you.

Prince Nai slowly steps towards you, his sullen countenance never faltering. “Augusta… is located in the southwestern hemisphere, where there is nothing but dry land and deserts for iles. I do not think that such a land would be neighboring a kingdom where a blizzard devastated it.”

Your breath hitches. Vash is nowhere to be found, no matter how hard you look around you, and you are much too far away from the ballroom courtyard to see anyone else that can come to your rescue. Not even the animals of the night seemed to appease you with their presence, leaving you entirely to your own devices in the hands of the future king of one of the most powerful kingdoms on the planet.

“I—must’ve gotten my facts mixed up,” you choke out, feeling the air around you become thinner and thinner with each step Nai takes. “W-was it Augusta? Oh no… it was Dec—”

“December," he starts, his voice knowing. "was perished in an avalanche more than two centuries ago,” Nai interrupts, as he circles behind you. “Nothing, no one remains there except ruin,” he murmurs into your ear, his breath sending shrills up your spine.

His foot goes to step onto the fabric of your gown, making you fall over backwards and prey to his wrath. Your lip trembles as he looms over you with his broad build. You second-guess your thoughts from minutes earlier, the blood from your heart pumping into your ears all too loudly.

You should’ve never accepted Vash’s invitation.

You should’ve never put on those beautiful, gifted glass slippers.

You should’ve never given into temptation.

“So now, tell me why…” his voice drops to a poisonous whisper when he crouches beside you. “I also was not able to locate Marche on a recent map.”

His actions repeat from earlier, but this time, they have too much force and strength. Nai grabs your chin almost painfully and ignores your cries of pain when he squeezes your jaw between his hand, forcing you up on your feet to look up at him.

“Y-your highness—”

“You’re a fraud,” Nai declares venomously. “A fake, a trespasser, and a criminal who wants to squeeze every living cent out of my brother, yes? Tell me, you pest…” his grip on your jaw tightens so harshly, you’re frightened that your cheeks, now beginning to stain with pained tears, will bruise from his fingers and your attempt at prying his fingers off work to no avail. You’re frightened that your teeth will squeeze out of their cavings from the strength of his grip. “What did you want from Vash? Money? Jewels? Or did you wish to harm him in the work of another kingdom? Are you a spy? Answer me, snake.”

Your rapid shakes of your head do not convince Nai that you aren’t a threat at all, only making his hand that grips your jaw go to your throat. “I am none of th-those…”

“Liar!” Nai thunders, his voice booming throughout the garden as he draws his sword from his hip and places it aside your throat, the prick of the blade grazing your skin. Nai’s eyes wind with malice as your gaping ones that tangle with fear stare straight at him. “Tell me the truth or face a fate worse than death it—”

“Nai! Let go of them!”

Prince!Vash goes to sprint towards you from the entrance of the palace’s courtyard. Nai drops you out of shock and your fight or flight instincts finally begin to kick in when your nerves thaw from the shock.

You watch for another split, merciful second as Vash quickens in pace, but he’s still much too far to reach you in time. As you get up, your slippers barely supporting your weight, fatigue is beginning to kick in much too early. The muscles in your limbs ache and suddenly feel all too heavy for your liking, but with a final burst of strength given to you by an unknown will, you manage to get away from his grasp by shoving him. The strength shocks both you and him, however, and launches you straight backwards into the stone statue of the late queen. You can only watch in horror as it lands forward, shattering into little pebbles of cobblestone.

The impact of the statue of Rem Saverem knocks you down to your feet again, as well as Prince!Nai, and he uses your disposition to his advantage before you can start your getaway. His hand determinedly locks around the heel of your slipper as he hisses out, “You… are not going anywhere, trespasser.”

“Please—!” you cry out as you tug with all your strength from his grip, vision blurring from the tears that rim around your eyes. “I meant no harm!”

Another wave of strength fueled by adrenaline rushes through your body and through the fatigue, through the fear, through the horror of it all, you manage to slip your foot away from your slipper before finally sprinting away.

Prince!Nai begins to get up and chase after you until he’s tackled shockingly by Vash, forcing the two into a wrestling fight on the dirt. Nai shouts at him to let go and chase after the trespasser, with Vash retaliating with a firm decline and holding him down to the best of his abilities whilst taking in the kicks and punches and insults Nai forces upon him. Unwillingly, he blows a punch to Nai’s gut and Nai spits out a mixture of blood and saliva, doubling over on the garden floor that’s now littered with trashed petals of flowers and speckles of stone and marble because of two.

The head of Queen Rem Saverem’s eyes glisten up at them almost disappointingly in the moonlight.

Vash staggers up slowly, limping from the scratch marks his elder brother clawed into his leg. He glares at his brother through a black eye. “They said it themselves, they meant no harm!”

“Who were they, Vash?!” Nai cuts in, glaring up at him. “If they meant no harm… who were they?!”

Prince!Vash can only look at Nai almost pityingly as his chest rises and falls. If he were to admit who you truly were… he knew for a fact Nai would have you exiled from the kingdom… or worse, executed entirely. He couldn’t let that happen—even with his excuses that he was the one that dragged you into this mess. His brother’s bias towards him could never be swayed.

He licks his lips, his eyes glancing at your minimizing figure in the distance.

“I…”

“Your highnesses!”

Prince!Nai and Prince!Vash look behind them to see Livio, Monev, and Legato rushing toward the two, all three appalled at the scene in the now-ruined portion of the garden and the sight of two dirtied princes with dirt and blood soiling them.

They do not have time to ask what on earth had happened, as Nai has already devised a plan to capture and punish the trespasser accordingly. His eyes fleet over to the crystal slipper clenched firmly in his fist, tightening it in his grasp more at the sight of it as a reminder of his failure to properly protect his brother from the lowlife that call themselves commoners.

“Tomorrow…” he heaves with a steady breath, his eyes darkening as he stares at the slipper, “Get every single young person in the kingdom into the palace and force this upon their foot.

“This…” He raises up the glass slipper for all of them to see. “... shall help us catch our criminal and punish them accordingly.”

“Nai—” Vash pleads through a bleeding lip. “Don’t!”

“Once you do find who suits the slipper,” Nai continues, before turning to where you ran off. His eyes bleed into your disappearing figure venomously before he picks up his sword and throws it at Legato’s feet.

“Bring them to me at once. Alive. I want to see them beheaded with my own two eyes.”

(a/n): hi again! i recently just watched the 2015 live action version of cinderella, and my, was it gorgeous. as the main inspo for this piece, i hope that the cinderella aspects were clear enough in this with my own twists to the story, since that was my main aim. i may include another part to this, maybe even turning it into a miniseries as a whole for all the nai lovers out there (i did him dirty here, sorry!!) because i myself want to include something for him, but i'll see how this piece does first and if anyone would be interested in a part ii to this.

other than that, thank you for reading, and reblogs are always appreciated :] !!

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greenwitchcrafts · 1 year ago

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Chamomile

Matricaria chamomilla (shown) | Chameamelum nobile

Known as: Chamaimelon, earth apple, German chamomile, ground apple, heermannchen chamaimelon, maythen, manzanilla, Roman chamomile, scented mayweed, whig plant & wild chamomile

Related plants: There are two species of chamomile, both are in the Asteraceae family (Roman chamomile & German chamomile) with plants that consists of over 32,000 known species of flowering plants in over 1,900 genera within the order Asterales. They are commonly referred to as the aster, daisy, composite or sunflower family. I am from this point forward referring to Matricaria chamomilla in this post specifically.

Parts used: whole flower & leaves

Habitat & cultivation: This flowering plant is native to South-West Asia, Eastern & Southern Europe but can be found on almost continents nowadays. The wild-growing chamomile species normally grow on sandy to loamy soils that are mostly acidic and should be open.

Plant type: Annual

Region: 5-9

Harvest: Can be harvested as soon as blooms have established which is about 10 weeks.

Growing tips: The roots of chamomile are shallow and just barely grip onto the top soil which makes it more sensitive to water conditions during the initial stages of growth when the plant is establishing itself. However once it's established, it is drought tolerant & need about an inch of water a week. Wait until after the last spring frost to add chamomile to your garden. It grows well in raised beds, containers, and in-ground gardens. Space chamomile plants 8 inches apart in full sun for best flowering. In hot climates, an area with partial afternoon shade is ideal.

Medicinal information: Chamomile has been used as a traditional medicine for thousands of years. A mouth rinse with chamomile might relieve mouth sores caused by cancer treatments. Some research suggests that chamomile could help with other conditions, like diarrhea in children, hemorrhoids, anxiety, and insomnia. When used on the skin, chamomile might help with skin irritation and wound healing. Some research has documented that it may be as effective as hydrocortisone cream for eczema.

Cautions: Most experts say chamomile is safe. It can cause drowsiness and, in large doses, vomiting. It also has the potential to trigger allergic reactions in people who are allergic to related plants in the daisy family, although such reactions are very rare. Given the lack of evidence about its long-term safety, chamomile is not recommended for people who are pregnant or chestfeeding.

Magickal properties

Gender: Masculine

Planet: Sun

Element: Fire

Deities: Cernunnos, Karnaya, Mercury, Oshun, St.Anne & Sun gods

Magical uses:

• Burn as an incense to aid in sleep and meditation

• Plant around your house to ward against psychic or magickal attacks

• Wash your hands with chamomile before gambling to ensure good luck

• Use in an infusion to wash your thresholds to stop unwanted energies from passing through

• Place the flowers in your wallet to attract money

• Keep in a satchet to protect against physical or magickal danger

• Add to a dream pillow with lavender to ensure peaceful sleep

• Anoint a green candle with crushed chamomile for a simple money spell

• Steep in hot water, then sprinkle around yourself as a metaphysical barrier

• Add to spells to increase the chances of success

• Use in ritual baths with catnip and rose to attract a lover

• To alleviate overwhelming emotions, you can hold dry chamomile in your hands as you recite affirmations or prayers to ease the heart

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tuhbanbuv · 1 year ago

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If you’re starting a garden and have little to no proper materials, I’ve got stuff for you.

All you need is

Groceries such as fruit or vegetables that have visible seeds. Even apples; just gather as many as possible just in case one doesn’t work.

Solo cups, coffee filters or metal tins such as tuna or coffee tins. Anything that can be used as a container really.

Ziploc bags

Hairties

Any light source that emits heat. Maybe even just a window will do.

Take some soil from either store bought bags or backyard, pour it into the container of your choice. Make sure the container has a hole in the bottom to drain excess water to avoid root rot/drowning the seeds.

Take out seeds from any fruit or vegetable groceries to plant. You can germinate them by placing them in a ziploc bag with a damp paper towel and tape it to a window that gets sun until they start sprouting or you can just plant them in. Plant as many as you can into one container to ensure at least one grows. It’s plant material anyways so it won’t really harm the crop.

You can actually use the excess fruit and vegetable for compost if you want! Food waste like eggshells and used coffee grains are actually really good for the soil, so if you can add that gradually or mix it in with the soil beforehand, that will help plant growth.

Next, prepare a shelf or area to put the lights of your choice. Water the potted seedlings before slipping the ziploc bags over the containers, securing them with a hair tie each. Once the inside of the bag starts to get foggy and damp, it’s humid and works as a makeshift greenhouse!

I’ve tried this so far with pumpkins and now I have several feet of pumpkin plants with several pumpkin fruit. So I guess it works. If you don’t have too much time to garden though, you can try chaos gardening; basically getting old seeds and chucking them out in a certain area and hoping for the best. This is actually good for the environment, as growing the same thing over and over in the same place actually ruins the soil as opposed to the viability of random seeds!

Hope this helps in any gardening endeavors!

#gardening #solarpunk #chaos gardening

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gaiasgrimoire · 2 months ago

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Herb Spotlight: Thyme

History & Origins

Thyme (Thymus vulgaris) is a perennial herb that has been cherished for its culinary, medicinal, and spiritual properties for thousands of years. Originating from the Mediterranean region, thyme was used by the ancient Egyptians for embalming, while the Greeks and Romans valued it for its antiseptic properties and burned it as incense in temples to purify spaces.

The name "thyme" is believed to come from the Greek word "thymos," meaning courage or strength. Roman soldiers would bathe in thyme-infused water to gain bravery before battles. In the Middle Ages, it was also tucked under pillows to ward off nightmares and given to knights and warriors as a symbol of courage.

Where & How to Grow Thyme

Thyme is a resilient, sun-loving herb that thrives in well-drained soil and can be grown both indoors and outdoors.

Climate: Thyme prefers warm, sunny climates with at least 6 hours of sunlight daily. It's drought-tolerant and does well in zones 5-9.

Soil: Grows best in well-drained, sandy soil with a slightly alkaline pH. Avoid overwatering, as thyme doesn't tolerate soggy soil.

Growing from seeds: Start thyme seeds indoors 6-8 weeks before the last frost, or plant cuttings directly in the garden in spring or early summer. Thyme can also be propagated easily by root division.

Spacing: Plant thyme about 12 inches apart in a sunny location. It can also be grown in pots or as a ground cover, as it only grows to about 6-12 inches tall.

Harvesting: Harvest thyme when the plants are dry, preferably in the morning, by cutting sprigs just before the flowers bloom. The leaves can be used fresh or dried for later use.

Health Benefits

Thyme offers numerous medicinal benefits when used orally or topically.

Oral Uses:

Respiratory support: Thyme is a natural expectorant, helping to clear mucus and ease symptoms of coughs, colds, bronchitis, and sore throats. Drinking thyme tea or using thyme honey is particularly effective.

Antimicrobial properties: Thyme contains thymol, an essential oil with antibacterial, antifungal, and antiviral properties. It helps fight infections and boost the immune system.

Digestive aid: Thyme is excellent for relieving indigestion, bloating, and gas. It can also help regulate gut bacteria and support digestive health.

Antioxidant support: Rich in vitamin C and other antioxidants, thyme helps reduce oxidative stress, supporting overall wellness and aging.

Topical Uses:

Skin health: Thyme can be used as a natural antiseptic for treating wounds, cuts, and infections. It also helps soothe skin conditions such as acne, eczema, and fungal infections due to its antimicrobial properties.

Anti-inflammatory: When applied topically, thyme can reduce inflammation and swelling, making it useful for treating skin irritations or minor burns.

Hair growth: Thyme oil is often used in natural hair care products for stimulating hair growth and treating dandruff due to its antimicrobial properties.

Magical Properties

Thyme has long been associated with purification, protection, and courage in magical practices.

Purification: Thyme is used in cleansing rituals, either burned as incense or added to baths to cleanse one's aura or energy field. It is believed to purify spaces, removing negative energies or spirits.

Protection: Thyme is often carried or placed in doorways for protection from harm or ill intentions. It can also be worn as a charm to ward off negative energies and bad dreams.

Courage & Strength: Thyme is associated with bravery. In magical workings, it’s used to summon strength and courage, especially when facing difficult situations or challenges. It can be carried as a talisman or burned before spell work to empower the caster.

Healing: Thyme is often used in spells related to healing, vitality, and renewal. It's added to healing potions, incense, and sachets to promote physical and emotional recovery.

Love & Attraction: In love magic, thyme is believed to attract love and affection. It’s often included in love sachets, charms, or baths to draw positive relationships and strengthen existing ones.

Using Thyme in Your Practice

Thyme tea: Brewed as tea, thyme can be sipped to promote healing, clear the mind, and fortify the spirit before rituals.

Burning thyme: Burn dried thyme as an offering to deities, or use the smoke to cleanse and purify spaces, objects, or yourself.

Thyme oil: Dilute thyme essential oil in a carrier oil and use it in healing rituals or anointing candles to promote health and protection.

Thyme is a versatile herb with deep roots in history, known for its medicinal, culinary, and magical uses. Whether you're growing it in your garden or using it in your magical practice, thyme offers powerful healing, protective, and purifying qualities that make it a must-have in any herbalist's or witch’s collection.

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Medicinal Remedies

Medicinal Remedies-- This is a LONG one!

NOTE: This article is about 20 of my favorite medicinal healing herbs to grow in most garden areas and types of soil. There are 100’s more, though, that I just couldn’t include because of space. Enjoy this rundown of 20 of my favorites.

1) Calendula:

Calendula is one of my top five favorite herbs of all time. It's sunny yellow or orange face can't help but make me smile. In summer time, it grows like crazy, just about anywhere, and like other flowers, the bees love it.

Calendula has some super skin healing and strengthening properties, and I always have some infusing in olive oil in a sunny window for use in salves, soaps, and other body products.

Calendula is also edible, and it's so fun to toss some blooms in your salad! It really brightens things up and adds excellent color. I love Calendula.

Calendula just makes you smile.

2) Cayenne:

Here is another herb I think should be in every garden. Cayenne is a very hot and pretty red pepper with some excellent culinary uses for adding spice to foods.

It's also great for helping with circulatory problems, can be used to help stop bleeding since it's a hemostatic herb, and has been shown to be useful in helping slow or even stop a heart attack until help can arrive.

It's also a very attractive plant, and the bright red of the pepper is just gorgeous mixed Into the dark green of the plant's leaves. This is one herb you should definitely grow if you can, and have handy in your herbal medicine chest.

Cayenne grows like crazy, especially in warmer climates. They dry well, too.

3) Chamomile:

Like Lavender, what would an herbal garden be without sweet Chamomile? It's honey scent and sweet taste are an absolute pleasure. Besides that....Chamomile is a popular relaxant and mild sedative herb.

Need to de-stress? Drink a bit of Chamomile tea!

Chamomile is also useful as an anti-inflammatory, as it contains high levels of azulene. It helps with pain relief, including for arthritis. If you are heading to bed and are bothered by mild pain, try drinking some chamomile tea! In one clinical study, this helped 10 out of 12 people fall into a restful sleep. (Gladstar)

Growing Chamomile can be tricky in very hot climates. It likes full sun, but a cooler climate. Chamomile is also best grown in less maintained soil and doesn't need the rich fertilization other plants require.

4) Chickweed:

Chickweed is another one of those "weeds" that is completely misunderstood and has some excellent medicinal qualities.

It's Latin name, (stellaria) means "star," and that is because of its small, pretty starlike white flowers. It's easy to grow, and has many uses.

Chickweed supports liver and kidney health due to its high nutrition and diuretic properties. It's also wonderful in salves for healing skin issues, including rashes, eczema, and very dry skin.

Chickweed is a great diuretic and blood purifier.

5) Dandelion:

This prolific weed, as some people see when they notice Dandelion in their yard, is actually a powerfully helpful medicinal herb! Dandelion is terrific for your liver and kidney health, having diuretic properties.

It's also an edible plant! You can roast the roots and add it to teas and even your coffee for a delicious flavor that also packs a healthy punch. The leaves can be eaten in salads and other foods.

6) Feverfew:

Feverfew has lovely white flowers and at least where I live, is rather invasive. I don't mind, though, because it has a great number of medicinal benefits.

As its name connotes, feverfew is helpful with reducing fevers. Most recently, however, feverfew has become rather well-known for helping with migraines, both preventing and reducing the intensity and time.

One of my favorite teas to provide for people who suffer from migraines is: 1 part feverfew, 1 part spearmint, and 1 part lemon balm. This is a soothing, nervine combination, that along with the powers of feverfew, can be used as daily tonic.

Feverfew is also great for minor bug bites. Just apply the tincture topically. Since it has mild pain relieving properties, it will help with the discomfort too.

7) Garlic:

Garlic is one of the BEST all around medicinal herbs anyone can grow, in my opinion. It's useful for treating colds, flus, sore throats, and digestive issues. Garlic boosts the immune system by increasing and stimulating the production of white blood cells.

Garlic is antiseptic, anti-bacterial, and vermifuge (kills parasites). It is also useful as a blood purifier and helps promote healthy circulation. It may also help regulate blood sugar levels in those with type 2 diabetes.

Besides all these wonderful benefits, garlic is delicious! It's added to so many foods and dishes because of the flavor it imparts. Granted, using garlic medicinally is different than in culinary uses, but if you really want to "eat thy medicine," as Hippocrates famously stated, garlic is a great place to start.

8) Ginger:

Oh, what would the herb world be without Ginger? This sweet and spicy pungent herb is actually a rhizome, not a root, as many believe. The useful part grows under ground, so is often confused.

Ginger is stimulating and is a great additive for teas, tinctures, and fermented foods, as well as culinary uses. Ginger is anti-inflammatory, decongesting, and increases circulation, promoting warmth. Ginger is also excellent for flatulence and stomach issues, including nausea.

Ginger likes a tropical environment---hot and humid. Therefore, unless you live down South, Ginger would most likely need to be grown in a green house.

9) Lavender:

What would the herbal world be without lavender? It's good for SO many things. Lavender smells wonderful, the bees love it, it's great for medicinal uses, AND it's a gorgeous flower. Lavender is useful for air freshening and cleaning the air or freshening closed up places such as drawers. It's popular in sachets for this reason.

Lavender is actually relatively hardy, growing well in Zones 5 through 8. If you are in a colder zone, be sure to plant your lavender in an area where it will get plenty of sunshine and be as warm as possible. If your winters are rough, you'll need to provide your lavender with some type of protection, especially from harsh winds.

I had some planted in pots here in the mountains, and it did very well all summer long. Even through snows, it was fine. But we get wind speeds over 125 miles an hour at times, and lavender just didn't last through that. Not much will, I guess.

Lavender is useful for so many things---AND it smells incredible.

10) Lemon Balm:

Lemon Balm....I LOVE this species of mint. It smells lovely, the bees love it, and it grows well nearly everywhere. Lemon Balm has a pleasant lemony taste and is a great additive in herbal teas, both for the nutritive value as well as the soothing nature and relaxing effects it has on the body.

11) Marshmallow:

This probably isn't included in too many herbalist's garden lists, but I think Marshmallow is seriously necessary. It's a demulcent and soothing herb, and it complements "hotter" herbs very well. It also soothes inflammation in mucous membranes and is one of my favorite herbs to use for allergy blends or teas for any kind of inflammation in the body for this reason.

Marshmallow is an upright plant, similar to a very small hollyhock. In fact, if you can grow hollyhocks where you are---you can use it pretty much interchangeably with Marshmallow as their chemical constituents are very similar.

The flowers are light pink and very pretty, too. The entire plant is edible and useful for medicinal purposes. Go ahead and throw a few flowers into your salad for a beautiful and surprising presentation!

Marshmallow is a demulcent anti-inflammatory. Plus, it's pretty.

12) Mullein:

This is yet another plant many see as just a weed, but has some truly wonderful medicinal qualities. Mullein is a plant that grows from a rosette of fuzzy large leaves into a tall stalk (sometimes as high as 7 feet tall) and is covered with yellow flowers in mid-summer.

Mullein does best in full sun, with lots of water, in cooler areas. It grows really well in the creek beds up here in our mountains, but I've heard it is very common in almost all places. It's worth trying to cultivate, in my opinion, if you don't have it growing naturally in your area.

Mullein is one of the best herbs you can use to support and heal the respiratory system and illnesses that affect the lungs, sinuses, and breathing. It's useful as a tea, tincture, and the large leaves can be used in an emergency to cover a poultice.

In my opinion, Mullein is the premier herb for respiratory issues.

13) Oregano

Oregano seems to be the bane of many gardener's existence. They plant it, and it just goes crazy. I can't tell you how many neighbors, family members, and friends have given me Oregano from their yards over the years! And I'm glad to have it! The thing with Oregano is you have to know how to manage it.

Oregano is a fabulous culinary herb, and if you have ever had pizza or marinara sauce, then you've tasted this delicious Mediterranean herb. Oregano grows best in warm, dry climates, but I have found in my experience that it is quite hardy and can survive winter lows in the single digits (at least it does in my yard).

Oregano (also known as Mountain of Joy in Greek) has some excellent medicinal uses, including having anti-viral, anti-biotic, anti-fungal properties, as well as being very high in anti-oxidants. It's a great skin care herb and also a digestive aid.

Oregano can be used in many forms, too: As a tincture, an herbal infused oil, eaten in foods, and as an essential oil. These all have different strengths, potencies, and uses.

The tincture is an easy way to use the herb medicinally, along with making or using in an herbal tea.

14) Peppermint:

Super easy to grow just about anywhere, Peppermint is a spreading perennial that has the propensity to take over your garden if you allow it! It's spicy, pungent scent is well known to just about everyone, since it's a popular culinary additive in many foods and candies.

Medicinally, Peppermint is useful for aiding digestion and getting rid of flatulence (gas). It has mild anti-spasmodic properties, so if you are experiencing cramps, especially digestive types or menstrual cramps, it can be very helpful.

15) Plantain:

Here is another weed that many people find repugnant, but that is actually an incredibly useful medicinal herb!

According to Rosemary Gladstar, Plantain grows everywhere, and if you invite it in, it will definitely show up.

Plantain is great for liver health, detoxifying and cleansing the blood, and drawing out toxins. I like to infuse it in oil for use in healing salves.

Like Dandelion, this easy to find weed is edible and useful.

16) Rosemary:

Rosemary is a famous culinary herb, and is great for use on red meats and very pungent dishes. Besides this, rosemary has been proven to be helpful for the brain, especially memory functions.

It's high in anti-oxidants, and has mild analgesic (pain relief) properties. Rosemary is a stimulant herb, and is helpful with circulation and low blood pressure. People with high blood pressure need to exercise caution using rosemary medicinally.

Rosemary grows best in hot, dry climates and is native to the Southern European countries.

Besides being a pungent and delicious culinary herb, rosemary provides medicinal qualities and enhances memory.

17) St. John's Wort:

St. John's Wort is a misunderstood plant, in my opinion. It went through a popular phase a few years ago and was touted as being the new natural anti-depressant. St. John's Wort can absolutely help with feelings of mild depression, sadness, grief, and Seasonal Affective Disorder (SAD), but it's not a cure-all.

Important to know---St. John's Wort can interact with certain drugs, so be sure you discuss usage with your doctor (as you should with any of these herbs mentioned).

St. John's Wort is also great for neuralgia, and I personally use it as part of my back pain and sciatica regimen with excellent results. I also use it in a tincture form to lift my spirits if I'm feeling down.

Besides all the medicinal qualities of St. John's Wort, it's a really pretty plant. You won't be able to grow it in a super hot area, however, at least it's unlikely. I tried growing it in Las Vegas, and it was a total fail. However, it does well here in the mountains in full sun or partial shade and the cooler climate.

One of my favorite ways to prepare St. John's Wort is as an herbal infused oil. The medicinal species (H. perforatum) releases bright red juices into the oil, creating the most lovely infused oil.

Another safety note for the garden: St. John's Wort has been shown to have potential for phototoxicity, especially in grazing animals if they eat too much. Just be aware and watch what your pastured animals eat.

St. John's Wort is a wonderful healing herb that positively affects the emotions.

18) Thyme:

Thyme, in my opinion, is one of the best plants to use in your garden. It attracts bees, smells lovely, and is incredibly useful for medicinal purposes. It's a small, spreading herb (although some species will grow upright) that is fairly hardy, so if you have rough winters, it may do just fine---you'll be seeing it again in the Spring, with it's pretty scented purple flowers.

Many herbalists forget all about using thyme as a preventative medicinal herb or for helping heal quickly from colds and flus---but it has been shown to fight off colds.

It also has disinfectant properties, and can be used as an effective wash for skin infections or as great sore throat rinse. For medicinal purposes, Thymus vulgaris or Thymus citriodorus (Lemon Thyme) are the best to use.

19) Valerian:

This stately flowering plant can grow to about four feet tall and has lacy white flower clusters. Not only is it a lovely addition to your garden, but it is very useful. It's a strong but safe sedative and is very useful for helping with anxious feelings, sleep issues, and pain relief.

Contraindications: Valerian has the opposite effect on some people, so if you are using it for the first time, do so on a the eve of a day that won't affect you much. These folks are rare, but there are definitely some that don't tolerate it well.

One of nature's best gifts---Valerian is lovely and it is an excellent safe sedative.

20) Yarrow:

Yarrow has many tiny flowers that grow in bunches, and feathery grayish leaves. It's a very pretty plant for your garden. Besides, the parts that grow above ground (leaves, stems, flowers) have medicinal purposes and have been used for thousands of years.

Yarrow is a vulnerary, hemostatic herb. Besides helping with healing and clotting of wounds, yarrow is good for helping reduce fevers, hay fever, and fighting colds. As a fever reducer, it is important to note that yarrow induces sweating, so if the person already has a hot fever, yarrow is probably not the best choice to use.

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