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lveclouds · 2 years ago

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↬ pairing/characters: prince hoseok x princess reader x prince yoongi, other members will be mentioned/make appearances

↬ genre/aus: heavy angst, sad/bittersweet ending (yeah im so sorry), unrequited love (yeah this one’s going to hurt), there’s like zero fluff in this, royal au, slight arranged marriage au (sort of), childhood friends au

↬ summary: in which hoseok watches as the love of his life gets swept off their feet by his former best friend.

↬ rating(s): m, 18+ (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, sad ending, unrequited love, heartbreak, heavy alcohol consumption/intoxication (hoseok gets a bit drunk in this fic, but it’s briefly mentioned), mentions of someone being drunk (brief) hoseok deserves a huge hug in this fic, confrontation (hoseok and yoongi talk things out), mentions of a falling out, mentions of a deceased family member (brief, due to sickness)

↬ wc: 5.5k

↬ note: this fic is part of the one direction x bts collab, hosted by @sunshinejunghoseokie <3 the idea for this collab came about whike we were talking in a little discord chat we have with @joonlery <3 as a former one direction stan, i am so excited to write a fic based off their songs <3 as always, shoutout to cam and honour for always being the sweetest ppl ever and for all the love + support i adore y’all so much:(((( + this fic is based off the song ‘moments’ by one direction, which is still one of my favorite songs of theirs to this day <3 also shoutout to cam for reading through this and helping me with warnings <3

the bright sun shone in through the massive windows of the castle, casting golden beams of light across the stone floors. hoseok could hear the faint chirping birds as they flew over the rafters, and allowed himself a small smile. he always loved the mornings, those quiet moments before the rest of the world woke, bathing in the tranquility and stillness.

the rest of the castle was still asleep, leaving hoseok to his own devices for a few hours, which he always took full advantage of. while having a warm breakfast prepared each morning was a perk, hoseok always felt a little guilty that his servants felt as if they had to attend to him at all times.

thus, hoseok tried to make sure to rise as early as he could to dress and possibly sneak down to the castle kitchen to see if there were any leftover cookies or pastries from the previous day’s breakfast. after grabbing a pastry or two, hoseok headed towards the royal gardens, where he loved to spend most of his time daydreaming and abandoning his royal duties, for they were awfully boring.

the early morning air was cool and crisp, and a gentle breeze washed over hoseok as he strolled through the garden, admiring the colorful flowers and foliage that decorated the space. each plant and flower was well-tended to, and the royal gardener, namjoon, saw to that.

hoseok let out a content sigh, settling onto a stone bench that he’d put there ages ago, wanting to be surrounded by the sweet smell of roses and the refreshing scent of pine. he let his mind wander, briefly forgetting about the responsibilities that he’d have to attend to later in the day, humming softly to himself.

being the sole heir to a well-established kingdom is something that could scare the wits out of anyone, for the idea of leading an entire nation made hoseok’s stomach curl with dread. nonetheless, in the end, it didn’t matter if hoseok had no desire to rule, it was his duty to carry out, being the only son of two of the most powerful monarchs in the land of esmeralda.

though, hoseok supposed, the pressure of being a good king was bearable, at least, with you in his life. he’d met you, the princess of genovia, when he was just the tender of age of eight, and you’d just turned ten, at yet another party that his parents had forced him to attend.

hoseok couldn’t remember who the celebration had been for, only that the royal garb that his mother had insisted he wear was itchy and uncomfortable, and he’d wanted to do nothing more than to run back to his bedchambers and change into his comfiest nightclothes. your family had also been invited to the grand celebration, being one of the most prominent royal families.

hoseok had sat by his mother all night, fidgeting ever so slightly in his chair, trying to keep a neutral expression on his face. she must’ve noticed that he was getting a bit restless, for when the nobles she’d been talking to turned away for a moment, she leaned down and whispered to him to go and play somewhere.

immediately, hoseok had ran as fast as his small legs could take him, far away from the ballroom full of obnoxious laughter and the dizzying scent of alcohol, to the garden, where he was alone with the flowers and the tall trees.

the night air was cool and crisp, and it’d rained earlier in the evening, so the faint smell of petrichor still lingered. hoseok had just settled onto the stone bench in the center of the garden when he heard a faint rustling a few feet away. he turned his head to see a girl possibly two years older than him, clutching nervously at her skirts, the dainty silver necklace dangling at her throat glowing softly in the pale moonlight.

“h-hello, i’m hoseok, what’s your name?” he’d said, keeping his voice as polite and friendly as possible, as not to scare the girl off. she hesitated, then mumbled in a soft, quiet voice, “i’m y/n.” hoseok had smiled for the first time that evening, and asked if you wanted to sit beside him and watch the stars. from then, an unlikely friendship had formed between you, and hoseok treasured every moment.

of course, his parents were delighted that their son had made a friend out of the princess of a powerful kingdom, and made a point of inviting you over constantly and showering you in gifts. you accepted all of them graciously, but then hoseok would helped you sneak out of the castle to give to the poor people in the nearby village.

hoseok admired how brave and courageous and selfless you were, insisting that while the gifts from his parents were appreciated, you had no use for them, and that it was better if they went to people that would make good use of the gifts. for the first time, he’d met someone who went against the norms of being a royal, and used your power for the greater good and to benefit others.

his relationship with you was nothing more than a close friendship, that is, until hoseok found himself falling in love. often times, he’d find himself staring at the soft curve of your mouth, and the way your lashes brushed against your brow bone every time you blinked. hoseok felt his pulse quicken at your charming and gentle smiles, and the tender look in your dark eyes when you saw a child light up when you’d hand them a picnic basket laden with homemade food.

people in the village adored you, amazed that someone of a such a position in the kingdom could be so humble and kind as to spend most of their time with the poor instead of nobles. you’d told hoseok as such one night, under the soft glow of the moon, resting your head against his shoulder.

the action was nothing new, as hoseok had grown accustomed to it over the course of your friendship, but it still made his heartbeat quicken all the same. “i know you must think i’m silly for wanting to give everything i have to those people, but it’s something i’ve always wanted to do. we’re royals, and i understand that we have a certain reputation to uphold, but must we ignore the needs of those who are crying out for help? they too deserve to be happy.”

it was right then and there that hoseok knew that he was in love with you. he loved how passionate you were about helping others, even if others might scorn you for it. you’d never cared about what others thought of you, especially the countless nobles that whispered about you, calling you ridiculous and strange.

“don’t mind them, hoseok, they’re only jealous that they can’t bring themselves to help others. the selfish bastards that they are.” word of your kind and generous nature did not go unheard by neighboring kingdoms, and thus began the countless visits from suitors.

hoseok hated seeing the gifts of jewelry and dresses and gold from the pompous princes that visited your castle, in hopes of courting you. it was absolute torture to simply watch as countless princes vyed for your hand, taking your hand in theirs and pressing a kiss to the back of it.

however, you seemed not the least bit interested, for you threw out or donated all the gifts your suitors gave you, much to your parents’ dismay, insisting that you “had no use for such frivolous things”, and that all the suitors were obnoxious and self-centered. hoseok couldn’t help but feel relieved that you weren’t the least bit deterred by the countless advances.

hoseok also struggled to decide if he should confess to you, not wanting to ruin the close bond that you had. then, when he’d finally mustered the courage to do so, his world came crashing down around him. it’d been a sunny day, of all things, and hoseok was making his daily visit to your kingdom, which was not too far from his own.

he was with you in the palace gardens, listening to you rant about the latest suitor you’d driven off, who, apparently, was insistent that he had a strong alcohol tolerance, and was determined to show off. and, in the middle of the lunch that the kitchen staff had prepared, he proceeded to drink at least three cups of wine before promptly passing out.

“it was embarrassing, i mean, if he just wanted to get drunk off his ass, he could’ve just gone to the local tavern.” you were saying, gesturing exuberantly with your hands. “honestly, you should’ve seen him, he looked like an absolute fool, stumbling over himself.”

hoseok had felt the corner of his mouth curve into an amused smile. “wish i could’ve been there then. a-also, i-i have something to confess to you.” a look of concern immediately flashed across your face. “of course, anything. you’re my dearest friend, hoseok.” friend. the word felt like a punch to the gut.

and, as hoseok was about to confess, your parents came rushing in, your mother practically beaming from ear to ear. “mother? what’s going on? why do you look so pleased?” “we just received word from the min kingdom. they’ve agreed that a union between our two kingdoms would be best to maintain peaceful relations.”

“what sort of relations?” “marriage, of course.” your mother had declared, and hoseok’s heart felt as if it were going to shatter into a million fragments. “your mother is right, this alliance is one that cannot be overlooked. besides, i’ve heard that the prince of the min kingdom is quite the charmer.” your father had said, with a pleased smile on his face. the look of defiance on your face did little to deter them from dragging you to the throne room hours later, where the mins were waiting.

hoseok could only give you a sympathetic smile as you moved to stand next to your parents, mouth twisted in a deep scowl. then, the mins came forward, bowing their heads. their son looked to be his age, with wavy dark hair that fell over sharp cheekbones, and hoseok couldn’t quite make out his face at first.

then, when the son lifted his head, a pale, thin hand brushing away a stray strand of hair that’d fallen across his forehead, hoseok immediately froze, feeling his heart drop into his stomach. it was min yoongi, the very person he once regarded as a dear friend.

they’d had a brutal falling out years ago, and hoseok hadn’t spoken to him since, and if he was being honest, didn’t exactly remember what had happened. yoongi was still as pale as ever, but his shoulders seemed broader than before, and his hair was longer, and more wavy.

his eyes were as still dark and unreadable as hoseok remembered, and the expression on his face gave nothing away. hoseok winced and shifted his gaze towards the front of the throne room, where you were sitting with your parents. the scowl on your face seemed to have disappeared, now replaced with a look of awe, as if you were mezmerized by yoongi.

hoseok had blinked back tears, refusing to let anyone, especially yoongi, see him cry. “your majesty, your highness, i’m honored that you are allowing me to court your daughter.” he said, bowing his head slightly, and to his surprise, your mother waved off his formalities with a dismissive hand.

“no need to be so formal, yoongi, after all, you’re marrying into our family.” your mother had said, dark eyes twinkling, and the aforementioned male’s pale cheeks flushed pink. “as you wish.” “now, why don’t you and y/n get acquainted?” yoongi’s mother suggested, cerulean eyes bright with joy. “that’s a wonderful idea!”

hoseok had felt his vision blur and his face grow hot, and fresh tears slid down his cheeks as you stepped down from your throne, offering your hand to yoongi, who gently took it in his and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the back of it.

he’d seen this exact gesture so many times, from many suitors, but this time, you didn’t curl your lip in disgust or roll your eyes like you normally did. hoseok saw a faint blush settle across your cheekbones as you looped your arm through yoongi’s, allowing him to guide you out of the throne room.

hoseok had had enough. unable to bear the anguish any longer, he dashed out of the throne room, grateful that he’d thought to hide behind the tall columns that surrounded the space, so that no one could see him cry. he ran all the way to the garden, grateful that yoongi hadn’t thought of taking you there, and collapsed onto the soft grass, not caring his clothes got stained. hot tears streamed down his face, body wracking with soft sobs, and hoseok clutched at his heart, curling his fingers in the soft fabric of his jacket.

it hurt, everything hurt, and now hoseok knew that there was no way that you’d ever reciprocate his feelings. he’d started to laugh bitterly, tears spilling from his eyes, for he was a fool for ever thinking that you’d love him back, that you’d see him as more than just a dear friend.

a friend. that’s all i’ll ever be to you, nothing more. love? how pointless. hoseok had never known true heartbreak, true anguish, but if this was what it’d felt like to have his heart broken, he wished he’d never fallen for you in the first place.

falling for you was my first and last mistake. hoseok had cried his eyes out for what seemed like an eternity, and later, as he sat numbly in a carriage on his way back home, eyes puffy and red-rimmed, he vowed to never love again.

“penny for your thoughts?” a voice said, and hoseok snapped out of his mini trance to see namjoon standing a few feet away, tending to some newly bloomed roses. he shook his head. “it’s nothing, i just spaced out, started to think about some tragic events that happened years ago.” this caused the taller male to frown. “tragic events?” he echoed, eyebrows furrowing with confusion.

“it was a complicated matter, but it’s over now.” it’d been three years since you’d gotten married to yoongi, and hoseok still wrote to you every now and then, but rarely saw you anymore. then, understanding dawned over namjoon’s face, and his dark green eyes softened. “is this about y/n? were you thinking about her again?”

hoseok mentally winced, hating that namjoon could read him like a book. “i was, my mind was wandering, and i guess i started to think about her and the day her parents married her off to yoongi.” a bitter chuckle spilled from his lips. “i must seem quite pathetic to you right now.”

namjoon shook his head. “not at all. grieving over your first love is not a strange thing, it’s normal.” hoseok sighed, carding his fingers through his now silver hair, which he’d dyed on a whim months ago. “i’m not sure why i’m still hung up about her. i mean, shouldn’t i have moved on by now?”

namjoon’s dark green eyes flashed with sympathy as he gently removed the leather gloves he was wearing, stuffing them into the pocket of the loose pants he was wearing. he sat down next to hoseok on the stone bench, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

“it’s understandable, why you haven’t moved on from her.” namjoon began, and hoseok mentally braced himself for whatever the taller male was about to say. over the years, hoseok had struck up an unlikely friendship with namjoon, who was kind and clumsy and very wise, despite his young age, and he found himself going to the taller male for advice on occasion. hoseok even told him about how you had broken his heart and gotten bethrothed to yoongi, who was once one of the people he held dear.

“she’s your first love, isn’t she?” hoseok managed a small nod. “and since she’s your first love and broke your heart, that makes the unrequited love that much more painful. besides, it’s only been three years, hoseok. it takes time to heal. if it takes you four or five years, then that’s perfectly fine. heartbreak and grief affect everyone differently, and everyone deals with it in their own ways. i suppose what i’m trying to say is that it’s okay to let yourself cry and grieve over her, it’s okay to feel the way that you do.”

hoseok blinked back tears, and gave his friend a grateful smile. “thank you, joon, you’ve always been a good friend to me.” the latter waved away his thanks with a lazy hand. “no need to thank me, that’s what friends are for, no? we’re supposed to cry and lean on each other, it’s sort of an unspoken agreement.”

“wait, joon, before you go, can i tell you something?” a gentle smile tugged at the corners of namjoon’s lips. “of course, anything.” he said easily, and hoseok felt his heart swell with gratitude. he exhaled slowly, clearing this throat, and began to tell namjoon what had had happened between him and yoongi on the day of the royal wedding.

hoseok had been staring at his reflection in the mirror for what’d seemed like hours, dressing himself in a daze. today was the day that the love of his life was getting married. to his former best friend, of all things. he hadn’t seen you since the day yoongi had come to visit, being too preoccupied with wedding preparations.

hoseok’s eyes drifted towards the neat stack of papers on his desk, and felt his heart ache. he’d kept every single letter you’d written him over the months, gushing about how amazing yoongi was, and that you were thrilled to be bethrothed to him. you also told him how much you missed him, and that you hoped to see him at the official ceremony.

of course, when the invitation had arrived via the royal messenger, hoseok hadn’t hesitated to accept it. he’d told the messenger to tell you that he would be in attendance, no matter what. after weeks of crying his eyes out and sulking in his bedchambers, hoseok had decided that enough was enough. he needed to get his act together.

so, he threw himself into his royal duties, attending every meeting his father required him to without complaint, and oversaw the building of the new armory in the east wing of the castle himself, no matter if he was exhausted from his history lessons with seokjin, the royal tutor.

and all of that led him to this day, this moment, waking before the sun rose on the horizon, heart aching impossibly in his chest. he’d gotten dressed in a dazed state, not bothering to summon any servants for assistance. hoseok shook his head, snapping himself out of his mini trance.

there was no time to space out and wallow in his own self pity. hoseok was going to be late to his best friend’s wedding if he didn’t hurry downstairs. after making sure that his jacket wasn’t wrinkled and that not a strand of hair on his head was out of place, hoseok raced out of his room.

the wedding ceremony was grand, as hoseok had anticipated, and the castle was filled with nobility from all over genovea, light chatter and loud laughter filling the air. you were beautiful as always in a long, lace dress with flowers embossed in the soft white fabric. the dress fit you like a glove, and your long, dark hair had been styled to perfection, falling in waves down your back.

yoongi had been in traditional wedding garb, which consisted of a dark jacket and pants, which were all tailored to fit his lithe figure. hoseok had decided to sit next to taehyung, jungkook, and jimin, the only princes he was truly close with, having met them at countless banquets and balls.

they also knew about how he felt about you, having confessed to them when he’d had one too many glasses of wine, and had given him sympathetic looks as you’d leaned in to kiss yoongi after the priest had declared you husband and wife. hoseok had torn his eyes away, not wanting to see yoongi reciprocate the kiss.

hoseok had spent the majority of the wedding standing by the large table laden with pastries, tiny cakes, and a plethora of other dishes that he couldn’t quite recall what they were. he’d been quietly sipping his champagne flute, watching as you glided across the ballroom floor, laughing as you were twirled and dipped, the dainty silver earrings you were wearing twinkling faintly in the dim lights of the room.

you were so breathtakingly beautiful, it nearly hurt to look at you. hoseok’s heart ached impossibly at the twinkle in your eyes, and how your eyes crinkled at the corners as you laughed and talked with the wedding guests. and, as yoongi twirled and dipped you, his hand wrapping around your waist, hoseok quickly blinked back tears.

hoseok felt a bit pathetic, for crying over someone who’d never know how much they meant to him, but in the moment, he couldn’t help it. you were his first love and the one person who always treated him not as prince hoseok, sole heir to the kingdom of esmeralda, but as jung hoseok, who was sensitive and was a romantic at heart.

despite himself, hoseok couldn’t help but feel happy for you, happy that you’d gotten the fairy-tale like ending you’d always wanted. he allowed himself a small smile, taking a long sip of champagne, the liquid burning his throat. then, an all-too familiar figure sidled up next to him, and hoseok immediately felt his entire body tense.

“hoseok, it’s been a while.” yoongi said in lieu of greeting, a strand of dark hair falling across his forehead, which he hastily brushed away. “it has.” hoseok muttered, tapping his fingers lightly on the rim of his champagne glass. an uncomfortable silence settled between them, and hoseok wracked his mind for an excuse to slip away.

much to his dismay, yoongi broke the silence first, clearing his throat awkwardly. “how have you been?” “i’ve been better.” hoseok said tightly, hoping that the former would get the hint and leave him the fuck alone. unfortunately, yoongi did no such thing. “i know things ended quite badly between us back then, and i wanted to apologize.”

hoseok pursed his lips together tightly, forcing a smile on his face. “what’s there to say? you made it very clear all those years ago that you wanted absolutely nothing to do with me and that i could, er, what was it you said? rot in hell?” his tone was pleasant, but there was a hint of malice hidden underneath.

yoongi winced imperceptibly, a sign he was uncomfortable. good, hoseok thought bitterly. “i said some awful things back then, mostly out of anger. i guess i was pissed that you thought i’d gone and courted princess jiwoo without your knowledge.” hoseok tensed at the mention of his deceased older sister.

“don’t you fucking dare say her name. you have no fucking right.” hoseok hissed, unable to maintain his calm composure any longer. “i’m sorry, it just slipped out. i know i have no right to utter her name, for i was the one who broke her heart.” hoseok thought he saw red as he dropped the champagne glass he was holding, glass shattering on the floor, and lunged towards yoongi, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket.

“you absolute bastard.” hoseok growled, tightening his grip on yoongi’s jacket. he saw nothing but guilt in the latter’s eyes, and yet, somehow, that made him even angrier. “broke her heart? you didn’t just do that, oh no, you ruined her fucking life. she loved you more than anything, and you tossed her aside as if she were nothing more than a piece of paper.”

“you think i wanted to hurt like her i did? to act as if she meant nothing to me?” “you certainly acted like you did.” hoseok spat, not bothering to hide the malice in his voice. yoongi’s dark eyes flashed with regret. “it was the only way to keep her safe.” “what the hell are you talking about?”

“there was threats of a war, hoseok. bandits from another kingdom were invading and stealing from numerous villages. there were rumors that they were even stealing women and children, taking them from their loved ones. i didn’t think much of it at first, but when reports started to come in that the same thing was happening in the villages surrounding my family’s kingdom, i got scared that jiwoo would be a victim. so, i decided the only way was to cut ties with her. permanently.”

hoseok blanched, grip loosening on the dark haired male’s jacket a bit. “breaking her heart was for her protection? i fail to see how this is justifiable.” yoongi sighed, the sound more exhausted than anything. “because there was a price on her head, and those bandits knew that she was connected to another powerful royal family, there’d be hell to pay.”

hoseok’s mind was whirling, mostly with shock and confusion and many, many, questions. he let go of yoongi, who simply smoothed out the wrinkles in his jacket, expression schooling itself into neutrality. “i think i need some air.” hoseok mumbled, voice barely audible over the hubbub happening around them.

yoongi gave a brief nod. “ok, well, lucky for you, i know the perfect place.” hoseok decided to follow after him, for there was no way he was not getting answers for what he’d just been told.

outside, the air was cool and crisp and refreshing against hoseok’s skin, and he exhaled softly, breathing in the faint scent of flowers and evergreen.

they were in the courtyard, hoseok noticed, which was littered with colorful flowers and the grass was green and lush, almost silver in the glow of the pale moonlight. “there was a price on jiwoo’s head? why didn’t you tell me?” hoseok blurted, and yoongi’s shoulders slumped, as if in defeat. “because i knew you would probably do something reckless, like go after the bandits yourself.” “i-i just don’t understand. why would you keep this from me? why would you leave me in the dark? you know how important jiwoo was to me, she was my sister.”

his voice broke at the end, and hoseok could no longer hold back the choked sob that spilled from his lips, and yoongi only watched with sad, dark eyes. hoseok was certain he looked an absolute wreck, with eyes puffy and red-rimmed, and his usually neat black curls askew.

“i guess it’s just hard to wrap my head around, but i guess i’m glad to know that you were at least trying to protect my sister, in your own way.” a sad smile tugged at the corners of yoongi’s mouth.

“i suppose. i also really do regret hurting her and you like i did. i hope that we can maybe become friends again one day. that is, if you’re up for it.”hoseok smiled for the first time that night. “i’d like that.”

“i’m honestly speechless. that’s quite the story, hoseok.” namjoon breathed, a bit stunned, and hoseok let out a soft chuckle. “yes, it is, isn’t it?” “have you spoken to him since then?”

“a few times. we send other letters every once in a while. we’re not exactly at the level of closeness we were before, but we’re getting there.” namjoon grinned, dimples indenting in his cheeks.

“progress is progress, no matter how little is made.” for the first time in a while, hoseok had never felt so light, and his heart bloomed with happiness, swelling impossibly in his chest, and couldn’t help but return namjoon’s grin with one of his own.

hoseok had a come a long way since that fateful day, when he felt as if happiness was no longer possible for him, no without you in this life, that is. he supposed namjoon was to thank for forcing him to stop sulking in his chambers all the time and go outside to get fresh air.

there were also those rougher days where hoseok would have one too many glasses wine, in a futile attempt to forget about the utter anguish and pain he’d endured. luckily, namjoon was there to take care of him the morning after, when his head was throbbing with a dull ache and his mind felt fuzzy.

taehyung, jimin, and jungkook also made a point to stop by esmeralda every now and then, dragging hoseok to the festivals, which were always full of laughter and pure, unadulterated joy, the smell of sweet candies and other delicacies lingering in the air. then, there was seokjin, who, instead of tutoring him over the ancient history of esmeralda, as his job entailed, amused hoseok by telling him the worst jokes he’d ever heard but still managed to make him laugh anyway.

then, there were the letters. the letters that you and yoongi had written to him, and hoseok kept all of them, for the thought of throwing them away felt cruel. hoseok read each one that came his way, smiling softly at the way you’d describe how happy you were, and that you missed him dearly and wished that he would come and visit sometime.

the letters to yoongi were a bit harder to read, hoseok would admit, for they came from the one person he thought he’d never talk to ever again. yoongi’s letters were short and simple, usually asking how he was doing and miscellaneous things, such as that he saw an adorable cat cross his path, or that he’d bought a huge crate of tangerines from the village farmer.

nonetheless, the letters were always welcome, and hoseok loved reading them word for word, longing for the day when he and yoongi would become friends again, and when he could see you. even though yoongi had wounded him so badly, hoseok secretly didn’t want their friendship to become a thing of the past.

though hoseok had initially resented yoongi for breaking his beloved sister’s heart, he thought deep down that the latter probably had had a reason for doing so. he was glad that yoongi had taken the initiative to repair their friendship, though things had gotten a bit out of hand at first.

all of that led him to this day, this moment, sitting with his closest friend in the royal garden, basking in the warm sun and inhaling the sweet scent of roses. hoseok wasn’t sure how long it’d take him to heal from the pain of the heartbreak you’d caused him, but with namjoon and his friends by his side, he was sure that the process wouldn’t be all the unbearable.

“are you alright? you spaced out for a bit.” namjoon asked, eyebrows furrowing with concern, snapping hoseok out of his mini trance. he shook his head. “i’m fine, just thinking. now, shall we go bother seokjin hyung until he tells us to fuck off?” namjoon grinned. “i’d love nothing more.”

a/n: hi my loves! so this was my first fic for the 1d x bangtan collab <3! i hope you all enjoyed this as much as i did writing it hehe and tysm to honour and cam for being the sweetest people ever and for reading every snippet i sent in our discord groupchat haha anyways i will see you with the joon fic next <3 also, i am still planning on releasing the last two fics of my ‘footnote’ series (i promise i haven’t forgotten about them) and, as always, feedback is always appreciated, and tysm to everyone who has read/liked my stories <3

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#mine #fic: dancing alone #btshoneyhive #btscarnivalnet #bangtanbathhouse #also yes idk how this turned out to be 5k but here we are haha

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peppermintys · 1 year ago

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omg sp vs the end of the world groups reveal ⁉️

there are minor characters who r still alive. they aren’t important to the story (at least for now) so they aren’t mentioned here. these are just the two main groups that r in the wasteland city

Toronto Group (might change their name, they all live on a farm that stephen’s grandparents owned, but the grandparents died so now it’s just them surviving off of crops and the very little farm animals they have left):

- Scott Pilgrim [Leader]

- Stephen Stills

- Wallace Wells

- Cam Pine

- Neil Nordegraf

- Knives Chau

- Ramona Flowers

- Stacey Pilgrim

fun fact: i thought about adding lawrence (scott’s and stacey’s canon younger brother) here. i may change my mind and bring him in later, who knows

THE LEAGUE (gideon still wants them to be called that just to be edgy. they live in a giant warehouse on the complete other side of the city)

- Gideon Gordon Graves [Leader]

- Maxine Patel

- Todd Ingram

- Lucas Lee

- Roxie Richter

- Kyle Katayanagi

- Ken Katayanagi

- Envy Adams

- Lynette Guycott

- Julie Powers

#i’m not tagging all of them. LMFAO #scott pilgrim #scott pilgrim takes off #scott pilgrim apocalypse au #scott pilgrim vs the end of the world au #scott pilgrim vs the world

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godziiwa · 4 years ago

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HAIKYU AO3 FANFIC RECOMMENDATIONS

please, before reading any of this fanfics read the hashtags! also, all the credits to the authors! enjoy

MY FANFICS:

i bet you look god on the dance flor (2100 words, club, dancing, iwa’s birthday, just fluff. confessions)

this house is a circus (2300 words, on going, covid, quarantine together)

you probably couldn't see for the lights but you were staring straight at me (10k, college au, drugs, first meetings)

right now im working on a demon slayer au and nascar/racing au

IWAOI

you're looking like you fell in love tonight (fake dating au, 35k words)

conquering the great king (so much smut, 105k words)

only for the weekend (fake dating, 34k words)

say my name (one shot, literally this is only smut, 2700 words)

new phone who dis (texting, so funny 57k words,)

waiting in the stars (bodyswap, 116k words)

rich boy, poor boy (107k words)

coffee king (coffee au, 187k words)

arrest me, officer (police au, this fanfic is so good and so funny pls read it, 122k words)

what you came for (police iwa, personally my favorite iwaoi fanfic, 108k words)

trial by fire (lawyers au, so good, 76k words)

mind reader (iwa can read minds, 40k)

lockdown (prison au, everybody is a criminal expect karasuno, 72k words)

press "1" to get a call from your drunk best friend (funny, one shot, drunk iwa)

six month lover (89k, pining, this one is SO good)

it's lonely on Jupiter (122k, iwa is an alien, college)

lacrimae (22k, I'm sorry this is literally only smut, but soooooooo good)

I choose you (soulmate au, 9000 words)

build me a temple (this one is really good, god oikawa, 39k words, its like read a ghibli movie)

to be first, to be best (26k, so good)

the courtship ritual of the Hercules battle (future fic, so good, 66k)

they say it rains diamonds on jupiter (iwa pines, 35k)

UPDATED 9/03/21

the panty dropper (band au, 21k)

antithesis (10k)

tokyo boy (16k)

lucky number 13 (12+1 things, 17k)

kireji (police oikawa, 11k)

I sure hope that the sun got rhythm ('cause he gonna dance when that music hit'm) (dance au, 28k)

never just acting with you (actor oikawa, roadtrip, 45k)

the loyalty of a traitor (yakuza boss oikawa, GREAT FIC, 77k)

shining so bright (9000 words)

fall line (this one is so cute, strangers to lovers, 21k)

silver tongue (office au, SUPER FUNNY, 10k)

I know when you're around ('cause i know the sound of your heart) (coffe shop au, 17k)

new flame (sugar daddy iwa, THIS ONE IS SO GOOD AND SO FLUFFY, 58k, on going)

we’re going home (6000 words)

the best best (domestic fluff, 12k)

all kinds of winners (this is only smut but its so good)

dinner and a movie (fake dating, 11k)

its not love, probably (7000 words)

mint (18k)

as close as you need (8000 words)

piece of cake (baker iwa 15k)

good vibrations (only smut but inmaculate)

tooru’s toil and trouble (soulamate au, 11k)

dear diary, i met a boy (he made my dull heart light up with joy) (pining, 15k)

cotton breathing (sumer lovin, 15k)

all the words of time and space (online friends, 46k)

get ripped, get laid (personal trainer iwa, 13k)

desperado (thieves, heist fic, 82k)

as much as i do (oisuga fake dating, 42k)

have mercy on me (hanahaki, 10k)

yellow white red (camellia/gardenia) (flower shop au, 9000)

UPDATED 17/6/21

one for two (3700 words, smut, sex toys)

good together (1120 words, smut)

kotov syndrome (50k detective au)

ambus (1900 words, smut)

soft wool, agile fingers (knitting au 11k)

i’d marry you in a dumpster (or in your room) (2600 words, love conffesions)

storm warning (10k post-graduation)

no sex for you in a really long time (3600 words, public sex)

of moonlight and covens (20k, ritual sex, sabrina au)

undechiperable (4800 words, love conffesions)

tips on how to get with your crush (7500 words, mutual pining)

phone home (6500 astronaut oikawa)

amicus curiae (43k, lawerys au, SO GOOD!!!)

boy like you (2200 words, strip tease)

till lies do us part (50k mr & mrs smith au)

bet i can (1800 words, smut)

don’t let me go (20k, pining, ftl)

make a wish (7400, iwaizumi’s birthday)

rule number two: just don’t get attached to) (20k, detective au, SO GOOD)

you find me in a hospital bed (11k, hospital au but without angst)

driving me crazy (17k, smut with plot)

baby you might need a seat belt (11k time skip smut)

i’ll never feel whole (19k, roommates)

synaisthesis (14k, violinst oikawa and pianist iwa, this is so good a deserves more, please read)

in the business of love (22k, fake dating)

some fools rush in (7800 words fake dating)

i’ve been missing you for a long time (7300 words, fluff)

a little sweetness (2600 words)

breath in (5800 words, drugs)

hell mision (22k bodyguard iwa)

a coffe shop’s acoustics (23k coffe shop au and musician oikawa)

relationship thing (25, different first meeting)

fuck ups and hook ups (13k, ne night stands, smut with plot)

kissing both (1700, kissing both)

we might be (37k)

places (15k)

inside, this place is warm (6500 words, established relationship)

betrayal (2400, love conffesions)

meant to be (6000 words, college au)

galaxies, within you (21k college au)

kiss me on the mouth and set me free (18k mutual pining)

i’m no poet (4000 words, love conffesions, THIS IS SO SWEET)

the prince of yakuza (8000 yakuza smut)

just friends (6000 words friends with benefits)

misconceptions (5000 words, 5+1 things)

balustrade (10k, neighbors)

made of our longest days (4000 words, love conffesions)

burning heart (7000 words, firefighter iwa)

i want you, i’ll hope you’ll come to me (15k to all the boys au)

walking the dog (11k)

routine (2900 words)

terrarium (11k, THIS IS SO GOOD PLEASE READ)

fake it till you make it (12k youtubers au)

yours for the weekend (14k, actor oikawa)

we shine like diamonds (26k homophobia)

i shure hope that guy gets fired (29k, time-loop)

15 minutes (17k)

lips likes sugar (8000 words, practing kissing)

in this same space (23k, cosplayer oikawa and doujinka iwa)

thirty years and change (19k, future fic)

焦がれて怖くなる [I yearn for you so much that I'm getting scared] (4800 words, hanakotoba)

trouble with texting (12k texting)

salt water (8000 words)

the stars in your eyes (5350 words love confessions)

it takes seven days (26k bakery au)

from your mortal enemy (11k, 5+1 things)

conqueror of hearts (29k royalty au)

stranger danger (14k texting college au)

the bachelor (16k the bachelor au)

my heart is where it’s always been (21k)

rise (12k, college au)

sleeping habits (6000 words)

KAGEHINA

blinding problem (hinata pines, 220k words)

I like the way your clothes smell (canonverse, 75k words)

dial (phone sex, the smut is immaculate, personally one of my favorites, 103k words)

I can do better (canonverse, 45k words)

deadly (this fanfic is so good please you have to read it, laundry au, 42k words)

the job (this is personally my favorite, you MUST read it, 61k words)

the crown and the crow (soulmate au)

happy birthday, idiot (fluff, canonverse, 31k)

love biscuits (fluff, humor, hinata is a vet)

something old and something new (this one is very cute, canonverse, 17k)

UPDATED 09/03/21

open 24 hours (smut, food kink, 11k)

sweet tooth (11k)

perfecting the latte heart (coffe shop au, 31k)

routine (29k, cam boy hinata)

that's it for now, I'll be updating once in a while

#haikyu #iwaoi fanfic #kagehina fanfic #haikyu fanfics #haikyu fanfic recommendation #haikyuu fic recs

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thatesqcrush · 4 years ago

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Valentine’s B!ngo!!

To keep the merriment going after kink bingo & holiday bingo, I now present Valentine’s Bingo! Like all others, there will be a prize to someone who participates! Disclaimer: I will be choosing the winner of holiday bingo shortly, so stay tuned!

Still have your attention?! Wonderful, lets move along...rules under the cut!

PRIZE: A custom fic of your choosing!

Rules:

1. Start date: 2/1/21. End date: 2/28/21. No posting before 2/1 please!

2. Pick a square! Pick a row! Fill the whole card. Up to you. No pressure - this is supposed to be fun!

3. All works of art welcome. One shots, drabbles, moodboards, whatever your fancy. If your story is more than 500 words, you must use a keep reading. One square per fic (note: multi-chapters can use more than one square, but it must be one per chapter). Fics can be smutty; angsty/whump; fluff; whatever your heart desires. Just put appropriate warnings (i.e.: dubcon).

4. Wait - there’s a song listed - what am I supposed to do? The song is the prompt! I encourage you to listen to the song (obvs you do not have to). You must use 2-4 lines from the song into your fic. They need to be in bold so the reader can see what you used. Lines like, “oh, oh, oh....” or “la, la, la... “ do not count.

5. FREE SQUARE: You can do whatever you wish - but you must use a prompt or song from the honorable mentions list (below).

6. You must tag me in your story. Also you must send me a DM with the links to your stories. You must also use the hashtag: #thatesqcrushvdaybingo

7.Characters allowed (**can be reader insert or OC)**

Rafael Barba

Jackson Neill

Nevada Ramirez

Frederick Chilton

Jonas Nightingale

Kevin Mulrooney

Dennis DiPalma

Bryan Kneef

Sonny Carisi

Mike Dodds

Nick Amaro

Elliot Stabler

Odafin “Fin” Tutuola

Alex Cabot

Casey Novak

Olivia Benson

Kim Greylek

Amanda Rollins

Rita Calhoun

Kat Tamin

(If someone isn’t listed and you want to write them, just DM me).

8. No RPF/real-person fanfiction. No underage character (incl. reader/OC).

9. You do not have to participate but a signal boost is always nice!

HONORABLE MENTIONS LIST: I want to thank everyone who took the time to message me with suggested songs, whether on anon or off anon. But especially to: @tropes-and-tales @prurientpuddlejumper @delia26 @barbasimp @teamsladsandgents @the-baby-bookworm @beccabarba @itsjustmyfantasyroom @madamsnape921 @law-nerd105 @darkheart-brightsmile @madpanda75. You are all kick ass rockstars!

Songs/Prompts for FREE SQUARE

Prompts: pining; unrequited love; candy; flowers; soulmates; sex pollen.

Songs:

Undiscovered First - Feist

Bad Guy - Billie Eilish

FRIENDS - Marshmallo + Anne Marie

Love You to Death by Starset

Boop by Jeff and Casey Williams

Me w/o Us by Set it Off

Seventeen - heathers the musical

10,000 hours - Dan + Shay feat. Justin Bieber

From the Ground up - Dan + Shay

I heard Goodbye - Dan + Shay

Think of You - Chris Young and Cassadee Pope

Goodbye - Chris Young

Who I am with you - Chris Young

Tomorrow - Chris Young

I want Crazy - Hunter Hayes

Diane – Cam

Anachronism by Crywolf

Wild Horses by The Sundays

Never My Love by The Association

Your Song by Elton John

king of wishful thinking

All my life by K-Ci and Jo Jo

Unworthy of Your Love, ya know, from Assassins by the Stephen Fucking Sondheim

Sexy Lady by Shaggy

Q (Best One of Our Lives) by Evans Blue

Pour some Sugar on me - Def Leppard

Let's hear it for the boy - Deniece Williams

Someone You Loved by Lewis Capaldi

Marry Your Daughter - BRKN RBTZ

Death Cab for Cutie's "I Will Follow You Into the Dark"

Bruce Springsteen's "I'm on Fire"

Young the Giant's "Silvertongue"

Fleetwood Mac's "Dream"

The Cars' "Just What I Needed"

Billy Joel's "Matter of Trust"

Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls

Stupid – Kacey Musgraves

Love Done Gone – Billy Currington

Down Today – Jonathan Coulton

You Ruined Everything – Jonathan Coulton

There’s a Fine, Fine Line – Avenue Q

Crazy - Patsy Cline

Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off – Fred Astaire

Something’s Gotta Give – Fred Astaire

Buttons - Pussycat Dolls

Against All Odds -Phil Collins

Come on Closer - Jem

Wish I Knew You - The Revivalists

Potential Breakup Song (Explicit) - Aly & AJ

Criminal - Fiona Apple

**newly added songs as of 2021-01-17**

Blue Jeans - Lana del Rey

Nice to Meet You - Niall Horan

I Think Therefore I Am - Billie Eilish

Possession - Sarah McLachlan

Why Can’t I? - Liz Phair

Blinding Lights - The Weeknd

Let Me Love You Like A Woman - Lana del Rey

Undiscovered First - Feist

No Diggity - Chet Faker

Feelin’ Love - Paula Cole

Love You Like A Love Song - Selena Gomez & The Scene

Jar of Hearts - Christina Perri

I Wish I Was The Moon - Neko Case

Before I Ever Met You - Banks

Who Do You Love - Chainsmokers

Back at One - Brian McKnight

Easy - Emiliana Torrini

River - Bishop Briggs

Favorite Record - Fall About Boy

We’ve Got Tonight - Bob Seger

10. Any questions let me know. AGAIN HAVE FUN!

#thatesqcrushvdaybingo

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everypronoun · 4 years ago

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anything plant related that’s isnt plantself???

big list of plant related pronouns

misc plants:

bam/bamb/bambs/bambs/bambself (bamboo)

bay/bays/bayself

be/beech/bies/beeches/beechself

beet/beets/beetself

bi/birch/bir/birs/birchself

bud/buds/budself

ca/cac/cactu/cactus/cactuself

ca/catta/cat/cattai/cattailself

clo/clover/clov/clovs/cloverself

co/cot/ton/otton/cottonself

cy/cyp/pres/(ypres/ipres)/cypresself

do/dog/gwo/gwod/dogwoodself

fern/fern/ferns/ferns/fernself

fern/ferns/fernself

fi/fir/fir/firs/firself

fir/fir/fir/firs/firself

ga/gar/gard/garden/gardenself

gir/gra/grass/grass/grasself

ha/hol/ly/olly/hollyself

haw/hawth/thor/thorn/hawthornself or hawthself

(he/hi)/(hem/him)/lo/lock/hemlockself

iv/ivy/iv/ivs/ivself/ivyself

ko/ok/ra/kra/okraself

ku/kuk/kui/kuku/kukuiself

le/lel/el/elm/elmself

leaf/leafs/leafself

mae/map/pel/aple/mapleself

min/mint/mints/mints/mintself

mos/moss/mossir/mossirs/mosself

oak/oaken/oaks/oakens/oakself/oakenself

pa/pal/al/alm/palmself

pi/pin/ion/ñon/piñonself

pi/pin/pine/pines/pineself

po/pon/der/deros/ponderosaself, ponderself or ponself

po/pop/lar/lars/poplarself

reed/reed/reeds/reeds/reedself

sa/sap/saps/saps/sapself

se/seque/quoi/quoia/sequoiaself or sequoiself

shrub/shrub/shrubs/shrubs/shrubself

spa/ap/sen/spen/aspenself

sprout/sprouts/sproutself

spru/sep/ruce/spruce/spruceself or spruself

stem/stems/stemself

tho/thorn/thorns/thorns/thornself

tre/ter/ree/tree/treeself

vi/viol/viols/viols/violself (violet)

vin/vin/vins/vins/vinself

vine/vine/vines/vines/vineself

wi/weed/wis/weeds/weedself

will/willow/willow/willows/willowself

wreath/wreaths/wreathself

wu/wood/woo/woods/woodself

cacti/succulents:

(a/ag/aga)/gave/gaves/gaves/agaveself

ae/onium/onis/onis/aeoniself or aeoniumself

aga/ve/ves/ves/agaveself

aloe/loe/loes/loes/aloeself

aloe/vera/ver/veras/aloeself, veraself or aloeveraself

barr/rrel/barr/barrs/barrself or barrelself

buck/horn/bucks/bucks/buckself or buckhornself

bunny/ear/ear/ears/bunnyearself

ca/cac/cactu/cactus/cactuself

cac(t)/cacta/cacts/cactas/cactaself

cac(t)/cacti/cacts/cactis/cactiself

cac(t)/cacto/cacts/cactos/cactoself

cac(t)/cactus/cacts/cactus/cactusself

cact/cact/cacts/cactself

cacta/ceae/ceaes/caeas/cactaself or cactaceaeself

car/don/car/dons/cardonself

cho(ll)/lla/chos/chos/chollaself

claret/cup/clar/clarets/claretself or claretcupself

eche/veria/ver/veries/echeself, veriaself, or echeveriaself

ga/steria/ster/steries/gasteriaself

grapto/petalum/petals/petals/graptoself, petalumself, or graptopetalumself

jo(vi)/jovi/(jo)vis/(jo)vis/joviself

jovi/barba/bar/barbs/joviself, barbaself, or jovibarbaself

liv(ing)/stone/livs/livs/livingstoneself or stoneself

mun/mun/munz/munz/munzself

nee/needle/dles/dles/needleself

nee/needle/nee(d)s/nee(d)s/needleself

pachy/cereus/cer/cereus/pachyself, cereusself, or pachysereusself

paro/dia/par/pars/parodiaself

pe/yote/yotes/yotes/peyoself or peyoteself

peyo/te/tes/tes/peyoself or peyoteself

prickly/pear/pear/pears/pricklyself or pricklypearself

re/butia/butis/butis/rebutiaself

rebu/tia/rebus/ties/rebutiaself

ro(su)/rosu/ros/rosus/rosuself

ro/sette/rose/rose/rosetteself, roself, or setteself

rosu/laria/lar/larias/rosuself, lariaself, or rosulariaself

sagua/guaro/(sa)guar/(sa)guaros/saguaroself

se/dum/ses/ses/sedumself

su/succu/cus/cus/succuself

succu/lent/cus/cus/succuself or succulentself

succu/lent/lents/lents/succuself or succulentself

other floral:

ama/amara/amaran/amaranth/amaranself

bloom/blooms/bloomself (might be plantkin-exclusive? i can’t tell if a troll submitted that)

bo/bel/oss/bloss/blossomself or blosself

bud/buds/budself

ca/cam/mel/mellia/camelliaself or camellself

ca/car/carna/carnati/carnationself

ca/uc/yuc/ucca/yuccaself

co/lum/bi/bine/columbineself or columself

dai/daisy/dais/dais/daisyself

do/dog/gwo/gwod/dogwoodself

fir/firs/firself

fleur/fleurs/fleurself

flo/flor/flori/florid/floridself

flor/flora/floraself

flow/flower/flowers/flowerself

frie/friez/freesi/freesi/freesiaself

fu/fuch/uch/uchia/fuchsiaself

ha/hib/bis/cus/hibiscuself

haw/hawth/thor/thorn/hawthornself or hawthself

hy/cin/hyas/hyacin/hyacinthself or hyaself

hy/hys/hyself (hyacinth)

ir/ir/iris/iri/iriself

ja/min/jas/jasmi/jasmineself

je/min/jes/jessa/jessamineself

lau/rel/aur/laur/laurelself or laurself

lav/lav/lavs/lavs/lavself (lavender)

lav/laven/lavend/lavends/lavendself (lavender)

lil/lily/lils/lilies/lilself/lilyself

lo/lot/lotu/lotus/lotuself

ma/mag/nol/nolia/magnoliaself or noliaself

nar/narc/narcir/narcirs/narcself (soft c as in certain, narcissus)

pe/peony/peo/peon/peonyself

pe/per/peri/peri/periself or periwinkle

petal/petals/petalself

po/pop/py/oppy/poppyself

rho/rhod/rhode/rhodes/rhodeself

rie/orch/id/chid/orchidself, orchiself, or orchself

ro/ros/rose/roses/roseself

rose/roses/roseself

sa/sap/saps/saps/sapself

sy/syr/rin/ringa/syringaself

ti/tul/ul/uli/tulipself

to/mis/misel/miselt/mistletoeself

tul/tulip/tulips/tulips/tulipself

vi/viol/viols/viols/violself (violet)

wi/win/winkle/winkle/winkleself or periwinkle

wi/wist/wis/wister/wisteriaself, wistself, or wisterself

zi/zin/zin/zinni/zinniaself

fruit/gourds:

app/apple/apples/apples/appleself

apri/cot/apris/cots/apriself, cotself, or apricotself

av/avo/avs/avs/avself (avocado)

ban/bana/bans/bans/banself (banana)

ber/berr/bers/bers/berryself

black/berry/berr/berrs/blackself, berrself, or berryself

blue/berry/berr/berrs/blueself, berrself, or berryself

boy/sen/boys/sens/boysenself

canta/loupe/loupes/loupes/cantaself, loupeself, or canataloupeself

cherr/cherr/cherrs/cherrs/cherryself

ci/cit/citru/citrus/citruself

clemen/tine/tines/tines/tineself, clemenself, clementself, or clementineself

coco/cocos/cocoself

cot/cot/cots/cots/cotself (apricot)

crai/sin/crais/sins/craiself or craisinself

cran/berry/berr/berrs/cranself, berrself, or berryself

cur/rant/curr/currs/currself or currantself

date/dates/dateself

dra/gon/fruits/fruits/dragonself

du/rian/dus/rians/durianself

fig/fig/figs/figs/figself

go/ji/jis/jis/gojiself

grape/grape/grapes/grapes/grapeself

gua/va/guas/vas/guaself, guavself or guavaself

honey/dew/dews/dews/honeyself, dewself, or honeydewself

jack/fruit/fruits/fruits/jackfruitself

ki/kir/kirs/kirs/kirself (kiwi)

ki/kiwi/kiwis/kiwis/kiwiself

kum/quat/quats/quats/quatself or kumquatself

lem/lem/lems/lems/lemself (lemon)

lem/lemon/lemons/lemons/lemonself

lim/lime/limes/limes/limeself

lon/gan/lons/gans/lonself or longanself

ly/chee/lys/chees/lyself, cheeself, or lycheeself

manda/rine/rines/rines/rineself, mandaself, mandarself, or mandarineself

mang/mango/mangs/mangs/mangself/mangoself

mango/steen/steens/steens/steenself or mangosteenself

mel/melon/melo/melons/melonself

mul/berry/berr/berrs/mulself, berrself, or berryself

musc/musc/muscas/muscas/muscaself (muscadine)

necta/rine/nectar/nectars/nectarself

o/live/lives/lives/oliveself

oran/orange/orans/orans/orangeself

pa/paya/pas/payas/payaself, papaself, or papayaself

pass/sion/sions/sions/sionself or passionself

peach/peach/peaches/peaches/peachself

pear/pear/pears/pears/pearself

per/simm/per/pers/persimself or persimmonself

pine/apple/pines/apples/pineself or pineappleself

plan/tain/plans/tains/planself or plantainself

plum/plum/plums/plums/plumself

pom/pom/poms/poms/pomself (pomegranate)

pom/pome/pomes/pomes/pomself or pomeself

prickly/pear/pear/pears/pricklyself or pricklypearself

pum/pum/pums/pums/pumself (pumpkin)

pump/pumpkin/pumpkins/pumpkins/pumpkinself

quin/quince/quinces/quinces/quinceself

rai/sin/rais/sins/raiself or raisinself

ram/butan/rams/buts/rambutanself

rasp/berry/berr/berrs/raspself, berrself, or berryself

rasp/rasp/rasps/rasps/raspself (raspberry)

sour/sop/sours/sops/sourself, sopself, or soursopself

star/fruit/fruits/fruits/starfruitself or starself

stawb/strawb/strawbs/strawbs/strawbself (strawberry)

tama/rind/tamar/tamars/tamaself, tamarself, or tamarindself

tange/rine/rines/rines/rineself, tangeself, tangerself, or tangerineself

toma/tom/toms/toms/tomself (long o, tomato)

winter/melon/melons/melons/melonself or winterself

spice/herb:

anise - ni/an/anise/anise/aniself

arugula - ru/gul/aru/aru/aruguself

basil - bas/basi/basilself

chervil - che/vil/cher/cher/chervilself

chive - chi/chiv/chives/chive/chiveself

cilantro - ci/lan/cil/cilan/cilanself

cinnamon - ci/cin/cinnself

cloves - clo/cloves/cloveself

coriander - co/der/cor/cori/corself, coriself, or coriaself

dill - di/il/dill/dills/dillself

lavender - lav/lav/lavs/lavs/lavself

lavender - lav/laven/lavend/lavends/lavendself

marjoram - ma/mar/marjor/marjoram/marjoramself or marjorself

mint - mint/mints/mintself

myrrh - myr/myrs/myrrhself

oregano - re/or/reg/oreg/oreganoself or oregaself

parsley - pa/par/pars/pars/parsleyself or parself

rosemary - ro/rosem/rosemself

saffron - saff/saffs/saffself

sage - sa/sage/sageself

sage - sa/sage/sas/saes/sageself

tarragon - ta/tar/tarra/tarrag/tarragonself

thyme - thy/thyme/thymeself

#pronoun suggestions #pronoun help #pronoun advice #a majority from our fallen friend pronoun-provider

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love-bokumono-fics · 2 years ago

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Fresh Crops! June 16 - July 2, 2023

This week's newest fics and story updates for Harvest Moon and Story of Seasons on AO3!

From Dusk to Dawn - by SinMints; WIP, 1/5, 1.6k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandoms: Animal Parade Relationship: Wizard Gale | Mahoutsukai/Luke; Characters: Luke the Carpenter, Wizard Gale Additional Tags: Porn With Plot, tags will be added as chapters are added, Body Worship **Note** Some tags have been removed to remain safe for tumblr. please check the tags on ao3 for a complete list Summary: This work is part of a series. The Moon and Sun Dynamic is the main fic, and these are just snippets of NSFW scenes that happen during or between chapters. Not much of what happens here will make sense without reading the parent fic, sorry!

The Moon and Sun Dynamic - by SinMints; WIP, 15/21, 35k

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: Animal Parade Relationships: Luke/Wizard, chase/maya(background); Characters: Luke, Wizard, Kathy, Jin, Dale, Bo, Maya | Mai, Chase | Chihaya, Wizard Gale Additional Tags: the story of this ship is hella long, dont rp two opposing personality types in a group chat at the same time it hecks you up, alcohol mention, wizard has some social anxiety issues, lukes an idiot ofc, Rating changed for Language, Slow Burn, the slowest burn, Minor Character Death Mention Summary: The moon and sun, two beings destined to never meet. However, a turn of fate brings them together one day and... the sun's kind of annoying... and the moon's kinda spooky.

Story Of Seasons: A Wonderful Life: Cecelia. Chapter 1: Beginning - by OmegaRain_Productions; Complete, 1/1, 1.5k

Rating: Mature; Archive Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warning, Major Character Death; Category: F/F Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationship: Cecelia/Megan Summary: Following the Death of her father, Megan inherits her fathers farm in Forget-Me-Not Valley, Wanting to keep it running and get away from the City Life, She agrees to run it, not expecting to run into the love of her life there.

The deleted heart cutscene - by phantomick; Complete, 1/1, 1k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: M/M Fandom: A Wonderful Life Relationships: Rock/Male Reader; Character: Rock Additional Tags: I Don't Even Know, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Aftercare, I'm Sorry, Sounding, Situational Humiliation **Note** Some tags have been removed to remain safe for tumblr. please check the tags on ao3 for a complete list Summary: After going on several dates, Rock and I became close. He had a very specific schedule, so it puzzled you as to why he hadn't yet walked by the farm. You decide to pay him a visit…

The Language of Flowers - by spoopybat; WIP, 73/?, 172k

Rating: Explicit; Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply; Category: F/M Fandoms: The Tale of Two Towns Relationships: Cam | Kamil/Lillian the Farmer | Sato, Chelsea/Vaughn | Waltz Additional Tags: Tags Contain Spoilers, POV Alternating, Background Relationships, Starting Over, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Other Ships Not Mentioned in Tags, Friendship, Friends to Lovers, Friendship/Love, Minor Character Death, Background Character Death, Minor Violence, Minor Injuries, Physical Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Socially Awkward Characters, Cliche, Mutual Pining, Awkwardness, Awkward Flirting, Emotional Baggage, References to Depression, Dysfunctional Family, Melodrama, Family Drama, First Love, First Relationship, Sharing a Bed, Loss of Virginity, First Time, Morning After, Morning Cuddles, Christmas, Domestic Fluff, Unplanned Pregnancy, Pregnancy, Morning Sickness, Emotional Hurt, Emotional Constipation, Arguing, Medical Conditions, Medical inaccuracies but I'm gonna do my best, Panic Attacks, Engagement, Wedding Planning, Wedding Fluff, Weddings, Honeymoon, Body Worship, Making Love, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mental Anguish, Spa Treatments, Fights, Making Up, Mental Health Issues, Depression, Language of Flowers, Emotional reunion, Therapy **Note** Some tags have been removed to remain safe for tumblr. please check the tags on ao3 for a complete list Summary: Lillian, a young woman from the Sunshine Islands, left her home and moved to Bluebell. In hopes that moving to this rural farm town to escape her troubled past and find the happy life she had always wanted.

#fresh crop monday #harvest moon #story of seasons #a wonderful life #tale of two towns #animal parade #yall were feeling naughty this week ;) i don't think I've ever had to redact so many tags to make things sft lmao

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Henry (Amphiptere Naga) Lemon

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Human/Male Naga Additional Tags: Exophilia, Monster Boyfriend, Naga, Amphiptere, Best Friends to Lovers, Demisexual, Graysexual, Sex Worker, Cam Model, Mutual Pining Words: 6104

A gift from @oddacle to her friend/roommate! A woman moves back to her home town after an online friend offers her both a job and a place to stay. She accidentally learns an interesting secret about him that she tries, and fails, to hide. Please reblog and leave feedback! Art by @oddacle!

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You stretched at your desk and sighed. “Well, Henry, I should get to bed,” You said. “I’ve got a lot of packing to do tomorrow.”

“Dude, I can’t wait to see you in person finally!” He said over the headset. “I’m so excited you’re coming to work in the store.”

“Me too!” You said. “It’ll be nice to see you in person! And I can’t thank you enough for giving me a job and a place to stay. Working at the grocery store was crushing my soul.”

“I get that,” He told you. “I felt so out of place when I worked construction. I’m so glad I decided to save up to open the flower shop.”

“You and me both,” You said. “Flower arranging is something I love to do. I about fell out of my chair when you said you owned a shop.”

“Two more days and you’ll get to see it yourself,” He said with a laugh. “Go get some sleep. I’ll see you soon.”

“Night, Henry,” You said, smiling to yourself as you logged off. You had met Henry while gaming almost five years ago now, and he had been one of the best friends you’d ever had. At first you just played together, but after about a year, the two of you had exchanged phone numbers, and since then you texted each other constantly and called each other once a week. Despite that, you had never actually seen what he looked like. You didn’t mind; maybe he was body-shy. You could understand that.

When you finally quit the soul-suck of a job in the back of a grocery, he was quick to offer you a place in his shop, in your own home town, no less, as well as one of the apartments above the store. You’d been homesick since you moved away with your mom when you were younger, so the idea of going back had massive appeal. Combined with your dream job and working with your best friend, it was like everything you ever wanted was just falling into place.

That Saturday, you loaded every single thing you owned into a rental truck and headed to Santa Barbara, excited to start a new life and meet your best friend for the first time.

You pulled up to Henry’s Floral Arrangements later that evening just before sundown, driving nearly nine hours straight with only a few breaks for food, gas, and bathroom visits. You pulled out your phone and clicked Henry’s number.

“Hey, are you here?” He asked excitedly.

“Yep!” You said, stepping out of the truck. “I pulled up just now. Are you in the shop?”

“Yeah, I’m coming out! Be right there.” And he hung up.

You giggled at his enthusiasm and walked around the truck just as he came out of the shop, his face as excited as a brand new puppy with a brand new toy, and you stopped in your tracks.

He. Was. Beautiful.

He was a naga, but a rarer breed than average: an amphiptere. He had short, two pronged horns on his head and large wings on his back. His horns were teal, and the feathers of his wings were teal and ocean blue with black accents on the outside and grey on the inside, like the skin of his torso. His snake skin was teal and ocean blue as well, with giant black rings lining his back. His eyes were as golden as his nipple rings. He had lovely tattoos on his arms, neck, and back of waves and geometric shapes. He was lean and muscular, and had short black hair. He wore no clothing, so every inch of his glorious body was on full display.

You stood staring at him, unable to speak, as he slithered up to you. Oh god. This was not a possibility you had entertained. Living next to your best friend had sounded like a dream. But now… oh no, this was a disaster. How could you be attracted to him? You never felt attraction, not ever! Of all the times, of all the people, Henry had to be… this! This lovely specimen of a naga, and the best friend you’d ever had! What were you going to do?!

“You alright?” He asked, tilting his head and lowering himself down to look at your face.

You blinked and smiled breathlessly. “Yes! Yes, I’m great! It’s so nice to finally meet you!”

“You too!” He reached out for a hug and you walked into it. His skin was cool and smooth to the touch. He smelled like peonies. “Come in, come in, let me show you around!”

“What about unpacking?” You asked.

“Oh, leave that till tomorrow,” He said. “Let’s order a pizza and eat in the shop.”

You grinned. “That actually sounds amazing.”

“Come on!” He held out his hand and took yours and pulled you into the shop.

Oh, it was incredible. It had just crested into the middle of spring and the seasonal flowers were exploding all over the place. Color was everywhere. You closed your eyes and just breathed in the fragrances.

“Have I died?” You asked, your eyes still closed. “I’ve died, haven’t I?”

He laughed. “I hope not, you just got here.” He picked up his cell phone from the counter. “Pepperoni and pineapple on thin crust, right?”

“Yep!” You said, sitting at the counter, your eye catching on the decorative cherry blossom bonzai tree that you’d sent him for Christmas two years ago. You weren’t sure if he’d even like it, much less have kept it, but there it was, right next to the register where everyone could see it. It gave you a warm feeling in your chest.

He took you to the second floor, where there were two apartments, one on either side. You couldn’t help but notice one half of the stairs was covered with a ramp, likely to make it easier for Henry to get to the second story.

He led you to the apartment on the right and opened the door. It was a modest place but comfortable, and from the smell it seemed like it was recently deep cleaned and freshly painted in a pretty holly-green color with blush pink accents. There was a vase with all your favorite flowers spilling out of it on the kitchen table. It was mostly furnished with older but functional furniture, so you hadn’t needed to bring any heavy wardrobes or mattresses or anything, thankfully. Most of what you had in your old place was junk anyway.

“I love it,” You told Henry. “And I love the flowers.”

“I thought it would be a nice touch,” He said, holding his arm almost shyly. “I wanted you to feel comfortable.”

“I feel more comfortable here than I did in the two years I spent in my last place,” You said truthfully. “You know, we can leave the unpacking for tomorrow, but can we go down and get my rig and gear and hook it up while we wait for the pizza? It’s the only thing I have that I don’t want to leave in a truck overnight.”

“I get that,” He said.

The two of you managed to get your PC, laptop, gaming gear, and computer desk up the stairs in one trip. There was a flat screen TV on the wall of the living room to which you hooked up your PC. You ran a diagnostic as Henry heard the buzzer from the door and rushed down to get the pizza. Then the two of you spent an incredible evening eating pizza, watching comedies on Netflix, and solidifying the strength of your friendship.

You were comfortable, more so than you had ever been with anyone. Five years of talking to him was wonderful, but being close, seeing his smile, hearing his laugh and the way his eyes crinkled when he did was pure magic.

Magic that you didn’t want to ruin by being weird or creepy just because you suddenly felt attracted to him. Would he be weirded out by the fact that your brain turned into goo the moment you saw him? Would he think it was just because of his looks? You didn’t want that.

And you didn’t want to fuck up what was already an amazing relationship. Hell, meeting him in person and hanging out with him had already been a huge test of your friendship; working with him and living next to him would be an even greater one. You didn’t want to complicate it even further with an, in all likelihood, one-sided attraction.

By the time the pizza was gone and he headed back to his apartment for bed, you’d already decided to put the attraction or any notion of a relationship beyond friends out of your head.

But by God, he was beautiful.

You sort of jumped into the deep end when you started in the shop: prom season was just beginning, so you spent weeks making corsages and lapel pins. Henry thankfully spared you from having to deal with spoiled teenagers, entitled moms, and annoyed jocks dragged in by their girlfriends. Henry seemed well practiced at fielding angry customers who couldn’t make up their mind.

After work, the two of you often ate dinner together, either in his place or yours. Even though you were usually exhausted at the end of the day, you still played games together at least four times a week from your respective apartments, talking to each other over headsets even though you were probably only two walls and twenty feet apart. Sometimes you took your laptop to his apartment and played at the same desk.

It went on that way for months. It was amazing and you treasured every minute you got to spend with him. Despite putting the idea of dating him away in the back of your head, it was easy to pretend like it was just the two of you, together, against the world

After prom season ended, business slowed dramatically. You weren’t as tired in the evenings, so when you weren’t playing games with Henry, you did a little writing. You were too shy to let anyone read it, even Henry, but it still felt good to have a creative outlet.

One night, as you were writing, you heard Henry’s voice over your gaming headset on the desk. The two of you had quit playing over an hour ago, so you put it on to see if he needed anything.

“You alright, Henry? Are you back online?”

He didn’t respond, so you thought maybe you were just hearing things, but as you went to pull your headset off, you heard him say, “I’m glad to see you again. I’ve missed you.” The sound of his voice was distant, like he didn’t have his headset on.

Did he have company? His voice sounded silky and sultry, a tone you’d never heard before, and you wondered briefly if he had a girlfriend, or boyfriend. Or whatever. He’d never mentioned anything like that to you, but you weren’t his mom; he was allowed to have private things he didn’t share with other people. You did, after all.

Still, the idea that he was in a relationship cut a little deeper than you would have liked.

You heard another voice, but it was strangely robotic sounding, like it was coming through a speaker, and you couldn’t quite make out what the other person was saying. Whoever they were, they sounded male. Maybe he was in a long distance relationship?

“Mm, I love it when you talk to me like that,” Henry said, a sexy lilt in his voice. “Tell me what you’d like me to do. I could touch myself. Would you like that?”

You blushed and your heart began to race. You shouldn’t be listening to this, you knew that. It was private and none of your business. But… you couldn’t take the headset off. You wanted to hear this. You wanted him to talk to you that way. Maybe through this person, vicariously, you could have an intimate moment with him. It may be the only chance you ever got.

You heard him moan over the headset, and a sparkling heat filled your body. You bit your lip at the thrill you felt, but you were unable to move, like a deer in headlights. There was a dangerous quality to this, the idea of getting caught listening in terrified you.

You heard the person on the computer say something, but you couldn’t understand them.

Henry responded, “Of course I will. I know how much you like that… mmm, that feels so good.”

Henry’s moaning over the headset made you feel both exhilarated and astonished. You felt like you could listen to him moaned for hours.

Henry grunted sharply and repeatedly, then gasped for a minute before speaking again.

“That was wonderful,” Henry said. “It always is with you.” The other person said something you couldn’t understand, and Henry answered, “Oh, I’m afraid we don’t have time for that, darling. Our date is almost over. If you’d like to purchase a ten minute extension, you can donate an additional five hundred tokens, or you can schedule another date from any of the open slots on the main website. You know I’m always happy to spend time with you.”

You sat up in your seat, confused. Tokens? Website? What was he talking about?

There were more words you could hear, and Henry tutted. “Aww, are you sure?” He pouted. “Well, alright. I hope you won’t make me wait long, darling. See you soon.”

There was some tapping on his keyboard, and there was a power-down sound. Henry sighed and you could hear him slither out of his office, closing the door behind him.

You sat for a moment, trying to wrap your head around what you’d heard. Was he getting paid to jerk off for people? You opened a web browser and typed “amphiptere cam model” into the search engine.

You knew amphiptere nagas were rare, of course, so you weren’t surprised to only have found two results. You were surprised to find Henry’s face on one of the profiles, wearing beautiful make up and a sexy underbust corset with matching opera gloves. You clicked it, and realized he was both very expensive and highly sought after, considering all of his five weekly slots were already filled for the next two months.

Henry was a cam model. And he was apparently very good at it.

You put a hand to your forehead, stunned. What was happening right now? This was something you could never have anticipated. He was hot, of course, but he always seemed like a shy, down-to-earth kind of guy to you, even after meeting him. Who knew he had this in him? You weren’t judging, it was just surprising.

You didn’t manage to get much sleep that night, and when you did, you dreamt of being on the other end of that screen and woke in a sweat.

The next morning, you stood in the shower with your thoughts in a roil. Should you tell him you know? Would he be upset with you? Probably; listening in was a huge breach of both privacy and trust. Oh, god, what had you done? How were you supposed to act around him now? He’d know something was wrong; you could never hide your emotions well and he knew you better than anyone. Was it too late to live in a cave and cut ties with society altogether?

No, there was no internet in caves. Fuck.

You couldn’t avoid him forever; you were due downstairs for work. You could tell him that you were sick, but knowing him, he’d shut down the shop for the day to take care of you. He was so damn sweet.

No, You said, mentally slapping yourself. Don’t get distracted by his adorableness! This is a crisis!

You got out of the shower and started brushing out your hair, your stomach in knots. A knock at the door made you jump clean out of your towel. Throwing on your robe, you went to answer it. Henry was standing there with a bag and coffee, and his eyes widened when he saw your bathrobe.

“Oh, sorry, I just came to bring some breakfast. Felt like treating you a little.”

You swallowed a lump in your throat and smiled. “Thanks, this is awesome. I’ll get dressed and meet you down in the shop. You’re the best.”

He gave you a full, sharp-toothed grin and snaked his way downstairs, leaving you to grip the door to keep from falling to your knees. Did he have to be so kind? He was the worst!

You met him downstairs and tried to be normal through breakfast, but all you could think of was the way he moaned last night and tried to keep the blush off your face. Work wasn’t any better, you had all of ten customers that day, so you spent most of it talking to Henry and daydreaming about him calling you darling. It was all you could do to hold it together.

After closing the shop, he asked if you wanted to have dinner and a game at his place, but you declined, saying you were tired. He seemed concerned but didn’t press it, and you were able to escape upstairs.

You made yourself some tea to try and settle your nerves, stress-eating girl scout cookies straight from the box as you waited for the water to boil. Was it going to be like this forever? This was torture.

Another knock at the door startled you into dropping your cookies.

“Fuck!” You hissed at yourself as you bent to pick up a box. “Get your shit together!”

Henry was at the door. He had a bag from a deli.

“I brought you soup,” He said. “You seemed like you weren’t feeling well today. Is anything wrong?”

You felt incredibly guilty, staring at that bag for a solid minute, unable to talk.

“Hey,” He said, frowning and squinting into your eyes. “What’s up? Talk to me. What’s wrong?”

“I’m so sorry, Henry,” You said without thinking.

“Sorry?” He said. “For what? What happened?”

You were having a hard time articulating your thoughts. You hadn’t meant to say sorry, and once it slipped out, your mind blanked.

“Look, can I come in?” He asked plaintively. “Something is obviously wrong. I want to help.”

You scrubbed your face. “Okay.”

He followed you in and laid the soup on the table. ��So… tell me. What’s going on?”

“I don’t even know how to say it,” You said, looking around helplessly. Your eyes fell on your headset. You picked it up and listened to it, and you could hear the fan from his office running. “Here,” You said, handing it to him. “Listen.”

He put the headset on, frowning with confusion.

“Do you hear anything?” You asked.

“I think that’s the fan, right?”

“Yeah, from your office,” You said.

He laughed as he took it off. “I’m an idiot, I must have forgot to disconnect last night after we were playing.”

“Right, it was active last night. All last night. I could hear you.”

His face went from confusion to blank shock, his mouth hanging open.

“...oh,” He said quietly. “Oh, god.”

“I’m so sorry,” You said. “I shouldn’t have listened. I should have taken it off and ignored it. I’m so, so sorry.”

There was a pause. “How long did you listen?”

“I think it was the whole thing. I heard you… finish.” You blushed just thinking about it.

“That was a thirty minute session,” He said, confusion back on his face. “Why did you listen so long?”

You looked away and bit your lip, unable to meet his eyes.

“Did you… enjoy it?” He asked. He sounded almost hopeful.

You couldn’t speak, but you nodded once.

“Really?” You heard a smile in his voice, and you managed to look up. He had a goofy, sappy grin on his face. “You don’t think it’s gross or anything like that?”

You shook your head. “No. I’m curious, though. Why do you do it?”

“I only do it during the off seasons,” He said. “The first year was really hard for the store and I almost lost the shop. I got into camming to make ends meet, but the money was so good I just continued to do it when business is really slow. I’ve been able to save a lot of money this way. I was even thinking of opening a second location, and I think at the end of this season, I’ll have enough.” He looked very shy. “You really don’t mind it?”

You shook your head fervently. “No, not at all.” You looked at his earnest face. He didn’t seem angry, and while you were relieved, you also felt inquisitive. “What’s it like? Does it feel weird?”

“It did at first,” He admitted. “But it’s normal now. It’s actually fun, especially getting ready and putting on the clothes and stuff. I don’t really get to wear that stuff out, so it’s the only time I get to feel… I don’t know, fancy.”

You smiled softly. “I think I get that.”

“Actually,” He said, rubbing his neck. “I was going to record a free promo to put up on the website tonight. Do you want to help me do my makeup? I sort of self-taught myself, but I can never get the eyeliner right.”

“Oh! Yeah, of course, sure!” You said. “I really liked that corset I saw you in.”

He narrowed his eyes at you and smirked. “Did you Google me?”

“I had to,” You said. “Wouldn’t you?”

He laughed. “I guess.” He took your hand and led you toward the door and his apartment. “Come on. I’ve always wanted to have someone help with this. I’m never sure which colors compliment my skin.”

“Wait, let me grab my makeup bag,” You said, running back to your bathroom, snatching it up, and returning. “Okay, let’s go.”

Helping a guy with his makeup counted as a date, right?

He took you to his bedroom, which you’d never been. There wasn’t any furniture, not even a bed. Instead there was a huge nest of fluffy pillows and soft blankets which took up most of the floor space. He had a large walk-in closet where there was a hidden vanity with fairy lights around the mirror. The hangers had various corsets, fishnet shirts, and gloves. There was another desk that seemed to be a large jewelry case.

“This must have cost a fortune,” You said, impressed. You wished you had the confidence to wear some of this.

“A small one,” He told you. “Sometimes in camming, you have to spend to make money. The customers like variety; it’s why I record a new free promo every week. I don’t want my patrons to get bored with me.”

“Who could ever get bored with you?” You blurted without thinking.

You blushed. He blushed.

“Uh… I don’t have any chairs,” He said. “But you can sit on my tail, if you like.”

“Are you sure?” You asked, looking at his tail as it made a hump for you to rest on. “Won’t I hurt you?”

“No, no, not at all,” He said. “Please. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Really, it’s okay, I’ll stand,” You said, unable to even imagine sitting on his beautiful tail. “Now, let’s see. We’ll wash your face first and then we’ll start on your make-up. What about a gold lip? That’ll make your eyes pop.”

“Ooh, that’s a good idea,” He said. “I just bought some new shades recently, and I think there’s a gold in there.”

Applying his makeup for him was a stressful experience. You were eye to eye with him, so close you could feel his breath on your skin. His lips were inches away from your own, and you were having trouble not dwelling on that fact. He was cold-blooded, and therefore generated no heat, but you wondered if he could feel yours at this distance, if he enjoyed it or was made uncomfortable by it.

You did also notice, though, that his tail had wrapped around the two of you twice. He let his arms dangle, but you noticed the muscles twitching a few times and asked yourself if you might be making him self-conscious. After all, you were the only person in his real life who knew about all this.

“Makeup done,” You said. “You look amazing. I wish I could pull off a look this daring.”

“I bet you could,” He said with a smile, looking at you fondly. “Now that I think about it, I’ve never seen you done up before. I’ll have to take you somewhere really nice so that I can see what that looks like.”

Again he blushed, even through the makeup, and pressed his lips together.

You didn’t answer that statement, trying not to read too much into it, and instead looked over at his vast array of cute garments. “How about that gold and blue underbust with the Victorian scrolling pattern? I think it would look good with your makeup.”

“Oh, yes, that’ll work nicely,” He said, grinning. “And that shrug with those gloves. I usually work a little bit of a striptease into these promos.”

You cleared your throat. “You… uh… you’ll have to let me go,” You said, gesturing at his tail.

“Oh!” He jumped and unspooled, so to speak. “Sorry. Have you ever laced a corset before?”

“Yeah, once or twice. I’ve had friends who’ve worn them before. Would you like help?”

“Yes, please,” He said. He lifted his arms to let you reach around him and position the corset, gingerly moving the feathers of his wings out of the way so that you didn’t crush them. “Thank you for this. I’ve never gotten finished so fast before. I should ask you to help all the time.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” You said, pulling the strings taut. “This was fun.”

“I’m glad you think so, too,” He said, looking over his shoulder. “If you don’t have any plans after I’m done filming and editing the video, would you like to come back over and help me take all of it off?”

You looked at him and blushed.

“I didn’t mean that in a dirty way,” He said hurriedly. “It’s just nice having someone who knows and I can talk to about it.”

“I get that,” You said as he pulled on the gloves. “Are you ready to record?”

“Yeah,” He said. “Thanks for helping.”

“Sure,” You told him. “I has happy to. I’ll let you get to it, then.”

He nodded and you saw yourself out.

When you got back to your apartment and sat down at your gaming desk, you sighed heavily, the thoughts of how good Henry looked revolving in your mind. You were both extremely attracted to him and a bit jealous that he looked better than you in all that stuff. It actually made you laugh a little bit.

“Welcome back,” You heard Henry say, and you looked down at the headset laying on your desk.

Oh jeez, he left his headset plugged in again. God you loved him, but he was such an idiot sometimes.

“I’m glad you could join me. I’m hoping your having a lovely day.” You heard the soft shhff of him taking off one of the gloves. “I always love seeing your face. I love the way your hands move. I love the smell of your shampoo when it mixes with your perfume. I love that soft little smile that you get when you arrange flowers across the shop from me.”

…what? What did he just say?

“I hope you’re listening. I’ve tried so hard to say this to you when we’re face to face, but I can never seem to find the words. This way, I can say what I want. This way, if you don’t hear me, then I haven’t risked our friendship, and if you do hear and don’t feel the same, you can ignore it, and nothing has to change. But… if you do feel the same… come back. Please. This show is for you and no one else. I’ll be waiting for you.” You heard the headset being pulled off and laid down on the desk.

You stood up and did the same. He couldn’t mean you, could he? There was no way. Stunned, you walked back toward your front door and opened it, looking across the hall at Henry’s door.

It was cracked open.

With your heart in your throat and breathing like you just ran a mile, you pushed it open and walked slowly toward his office, only to find it empty. The headset was laying on the desk and the camera was off. Looking down the hallway, you saw the light in his bedroom was on and the door was also cracked. Swallowing hard, you walked down to his room and opened the door.

He was laying there, curled up around himself, laying with his head on his arms, looking a little forlorn.

“Henry?” You asked.

He popped up immediately, his eyes widening. “You came.” He whispered. “You actually came!” Before you could respond, he rushed up and snatched you off the ground, hugging you tight. “Does this mean you want me, too? The way I want you, I mean.”

“I… yes,” You said. “I just didn’t want you to think it was because of… well… all this.”

“I don’t care about that, I’m just so happy,” He said, kissing your cheek. “I’ve been in love with you forever, even before we met in person. I was just scared that if you found out about my second job, you’d be disgusted. Knowing you don’t mind it gave me the courage to try and confess.”

“I’m glad you did,” You replied, hugging him tightly around the neck. “I’d never have been able to do it.”

He pulled back and looked at you. “Can I kiss you, please?”

You laughed at the absurdity, but you appreciated that he asked first. He was thoughtful like that. You nodded, and he didn’t waste time, pressing his lips to yours hard enough that you could feel the fangs behind them.

His kisses became hungry, and he gripped your clothes. “I… um… don’t want to assume,” He said breathlessly between kisses. “But… um…” He looked over at his bed-nest, and regarded you with a questioning look.

“It’s okay,” You replied. “I’ve wanted this for a long time, too.”

He snaked over to the nest and lay you down in it, unbuttoning your shirt.

“Should I take off the corset for you?” You asked him.

“I can leave it on, if you like,” he said seductively, kissing your neck and leaving a trail of sparkling gold lipstick on your skin.

“Would that be uncomfortable?” You asked.

“Not at all,” He replied, his kisses moving lower. “I want to look good for you.”

“I’m not a client, Henry,” You said. “You don’t have to work so hard to impress me. I’m already in love with you.”

“That’s good to hear,” He said, his lips against your breast. “But it’s not about wanting to impress you and I don’t see you as a client. I see you as the woman I want to be with. I should put more effort into my time with you than anyone else. I want you to know you’re special to me.”

“You’ve done more than enough to make me feel special,” You said. “I want to return the favor.”

Your hand went into his hair as his tongue swirled around your nipple, and the lower half of his tail moved up around your head. When you turned to look at it, you saw a swollen, puckering slit, normally hidden underneath him as he moved, that he now revealed to you. You pressed your finger along the line, and he moaned against your skin. One of his hands reached down into your pants, into your underwear, and touched you.

You gasped softly at his fingers tickling your slit, you doubled your efforts on his own, moving your head so that your tongue could reach it and licking a slow stripe upward. A strangled, broken grunt came from him.

He continued to undress you slowly and kiss your body, touching you and teasing. You writhed underneath him while sucking at the slit on his body, watching as a bright golden organ slowly peaked its way out, followed by another. You were startled at first, but it was fascinating to watch. You took one in your hand and sucked on the tip of the other, reveling in the sounds that he made.

His lips finally came back up to meet yours, the need in his body evident as he lined one of his cocks up to you, the other resting against your clit. He rose up to look at you.

“Still okay?”

You nodded. “It’s okay.”

He began to push himself inside you, kissing your forehead and cheek as he did so. You gripped his shoulders and held on as he fully seated himself, his second member resting between you. The slit was farther down on his tail, about halfway down, so the position was a little awkward at first, but the two of you pulled each other close and found a rhythm that suited you.

He lifted you up easily, his tail between your legs, undulating into and out of you, and all you could do was hang on for the ride. You moaned, held securely in his arms, his wings flaring out behind him, the light of his bedroom lamp filtering through the feathers like sunlight through clouds.

“I’m so close,” He gasped, picking you up as a flood gushed from the cock you had been riding, splashing against your leg and his tail, before he moved you onto the second one and kept going.

“That’s handy,” You said, also gasping.

“When this one is done, the other one will be ready again,” He said as you bounced on him.

“Oh, god,” You wheezed. “What have I gotten myself into?”

He laughed breathlessly and kissed you again, hitting harder and faster. You felt your own wave coming fast and you began to moan and whimper, not able to control the sounds you made.

Finally, you came, and the rush of ecstasy filled your mind. You lay your head on his shoulder as you dangled in his grasp bonelessly, his tail still moving inside you slowly.

After giving you a moment to recover, he sped up again, and you came again. It might have been hours before the two of you found a stopping point, or more precisely, and exhaustion point. He lay you down in the nest, corset and makeup still on, and the two of you slept in a sweaty pile.

The next morning, he woke up with the makeup smeared across his face and a serious case of bed-head. You laughed.

“What’s funny?” He asked sleepily, smiling at you from the coil of his tail.

“I think I should have taken you up on the offer to help you dress down,” You said. “Let’s get that taken care of.”

You helped him out of his corset and the two of you stepped into the bathroom, three-fourths of which was just the shower. Stepping into the shower, you soaped him down and washed his long body, and he did the same for you. The two of you couldn’t help kissing and giggling and cuddling the whole time.

He ordered in breakfast as you dashed across the hall to fetch some clothes. When you got back, you said, “You didn’t get to record your promo.”

“I can do it tonight,” He said. “Will you help me with it?”

“Of course,” You said. “I’ll be your manager or assistant or whatever you’d like to call me.”

“I’d like to call you my girlfriend, actually,” He said with a smile.

“I like the sound of that,” You replied, hugging him around the waist. “Partners in all things.”

“I like that, too. Speaking of which, I think I might be able to open that second location sooner than I thought.”

“Why’s that?”

“Well, if you live with me in my apartment, we can rent out your apartment, and the extra income will help. Two birds, one stone.”

You smiled. “Sounds good to me. As long as I’m with you.”

“Always.”

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Not A Chance!!

Type: Shalnark x reader

Prompt: O’Inari’s Wisdom — On any day during this week, people of the ages of 19-30 years old will go through a walk in the woods carrying a clear ornament (Traditionally it used to be a Jar). The ornament is usually filled with the person’s favorite scent or perfume, Name and Phone number on paper slip, and their dream type of lover on a rose petal. When walking through the woods, the person allows the God/Goddess of the woods O’inari’s Imps to trick them into meeting their soulmate. It is a must to switch ornaments with that first person they see for it is said the imps won’t allow them to leave the forest unless they do so.

Author Note: I decided to try a different writing style with the kiss scene this time. Tell me what you guys think.

(Prompts/Rules) (Masterlist)

“Hey (y/n), Bisky, What’s this?” Gon asks. His voice was hardly heard over the many chattering of the NPCS and other players in the city as you looked at him. Gon first shows Bisky, who was closer to him, a baby blue flier that you couldn’t quite read from where you were standing. “Is it some sort of Greed Island event?”

“Wait a minute. Gon do you not know what O’inari’s wisdom is?” Bisky questions, shocked. Walking over closer and looking from behind Bisky, you realize that the Winter Holiday of O’inari’s Wisdom was indeed taking place on Greed island. You were slightly surprised for a second but it soon started to make sense the more you thought about it. It had started snowing on the island recently and if the game was parallel to the times in the real world then it should also be December in the game. So it just made sense that Holidays were also coded into the game to match the changing seasons.

“Oh, so it’s a Holiday,” Gon says surprised once Bisky explains it to him, “We didn’t celebrate it on Whale Island. Maybe it’s because I was so young. But, at the very least, (y/n) will be able to celebrate it with us.”

“Huh?” You murmur confused. You never mentioned anything about doing it, “I’m not doing it. Actually, why would you think I would do it?”

“Well, you don’t have a boyfriend right? So you must have not done it yet. So you should do it! It will be fun!” Gon explains enthusiastically as Bisky nods in agreement. Of course, it was just straightforward thinking done by Gon, not thinking of other possible possibilities. Man, why exactly did Killua have to leave you to take the Hunter exam again?

“I actually have done the Holiday before,” You tell the two as you start to walk away, calling forth “book” as you do so. As you examine through your binder, you continued to explain what you meant to the younger boy, “I’ve actually done it many times. Sometimes doing a full week some years. Other times going to different locations from other cities or towns. But in all the years I’ve done, I never once heard nor bumped into anyone else in the forest. So I just gave up on th—”

Bisky suddenly cuts you off with a loud exaggerated gasp.

“Oh My~ Then that must mean you really do have a soulmate out there (y/n)! What powerful young love!!” Bisky states dreamily as sparkles and flowers seem to dance around her. All you can do is sigh at the older woman antics and continue on your way. Honestly, to you there was no way Soulmates could exist. Not a chance! There was just no science nor reason behind it. Nen could be explained. Monsters could be explained. But soulmates, not at all. It was just some made up myth with no hard facts.

As you make your way to the gate of Aiai, you feel Gon tug at your top to catch your attention.

“But, (y/n)?” You take your eyes away from your binder to look at Gon. “Do you think you could try? Perhaps one of the needed 99 slot cards is given at the event.”

“Oooo, good thinking Gon,” Bisky states looking at the flier and then looking at you. “With that possibility, I order you to do it then (y/n). Afterall, you are the only person who could do it out of us.”

You and Bisky stare at each other tensely for a little. Slightly challenging each other to step down until eventually you give up and finally look away. Even though you aren’t looking at her, you can hear Bisky doing a dance in success. “Fine then where do we go to take place in this event?”

“Apparently, you can get there by using an Accompany to Winterfell. We don’t even need to go there beforehand to use the accompany card.” As Bisky explains, you flip your binder and grab a spare accompany card. This is the last one from your binder so Gon and Bisky will have to start using their ones from now on. Well, Until you can get to Masadora to get some more.

“Okay then, let’s get this over with,” You state. Though for some reason you have an uneasy feeling in your stomach as you hold the card up. You wondered why, perhaps you felt nervous? But why would you? Greed Island was hardly crowded so this is the lowest chance of meeting someone during the Holiday. Maybe it was just the fact you haven’t done this tradition in a while. Yeah, that was probably just it, “Accompany on! To Winterfell!”

—.—.—.—.—

The crunching sound of snow is the only thing you hear as you walk through the forest. For what felt goes on for miles, all you have been seeing was snow covered pine trees. Not even birds or other sources of life have been spotted while you have been walking in this forest which was quite strange. How long have you been walking you wondered. It was hard to tell but you guessed maybe an hour or so?

Stopping next to a tree, you run your hand up it’s trunk somewhat tracing the engravement in it. You had already seen this before. It was like you have been going in circles, even though you have actually only been going straight. Was this some sort of test in the game? Maybe Gon was right about a specified slot card being here.

“Book!” In a poof, your binder opens up. Or, at least that's what you expect to happen. However, it doesn’t pop up. After calling the book a couple more times, you realize it was no use. It just doesn’t work. Was this some glitch in the game?

All of sudden, a rush of wind catches you off guard. It wasn’t just any breeze however, this gust of wind was similar to that of a giant icy blizzard. You cringe as the snow in the wind pricks and scratches at your skin. You needed to take cover from the harsh wind before you freeze to death.

Quickly, when you try to look around to find somewhere to take cover, something whips into your face, blinding you. As you struggle to pull it off of you, the wind suddenly comes to a complete stop. Weird, very weird. Finally getting it off of you and taking a good look at the item, you realize it was just an in-game scarf. Actually, you weren’t even sure it was an item from the game since it had a tag from the real world.

“Hey! That’s my sc—“ Turning around at the cheerful voice behind you, you see a familiar man a couple of feet away from you. You don’t understand why you recognize the man until he suddenly goes on guard and realization hits you. Wait a minute you remember that stance. He was a member of the Phantom Troupe wasn’t he? Shalnark, right? You quickly get on guard as well when he grabs an antenna from his pocket. An manipulator, huh? In a one on one fight like this, he has the clear advantage on you.

“Hey, I’m not here with the chain user,” You state, breaking the silence between you two. You weren’t usually someone to give up but avoiding a fight with him and going your separate ways is the best way to go in this situation. Afterall, the last thing you needed was to become his newest puppet. “I’m with the kids and all we are doing is playing the game by collecting cards.”

You wrap up Shalnark’s scarf and lightly toss it in front of his feet.

“I have no problems with you guys and I don’t want to fight you.” You continue as you start to walk backward, away from him. Hopefully, that woman, Pakunoda, told the other troupe members how you deteratarted Kurapika away from the option of placing a Nen dagger in her heart and helped spared their boss’ life.

It’s quiet and tense for a couple of minutes, not even the wind was blowing, before the blonde nods in agreement to your idea. You watch as he carefully picks up his scarf and then both of you two turn away from each other at the same time to walk away. Thankfully, counting on that woman seemed t—

All of sudden, after a couple of steps, the large gust of wind returns. You tried to fight against it and continue forward but it only seemed to grow stronger the more you tried. It grew so strong in fact that it lifted you right off your feet and threw you backward. You hoped to land on the soft snow but, of course with your luck, you hit something else very hard with a loud thump. Originally, you thought it was a tree that you hit but once you roll onto your side, you come to the realization that whatever you landed on doesn’t feel anything like tree bark.

“Ow! What was that…” Shooting up at the voice, You realize it was Shalnark that you had hit. You attempt to scurry away from him fast however, as soon as you get too far away, a gust of wind drags him back towards you. You pause as Shalnark lifts his head from being buried in the snow and looks at you confused.

“I-It’s some sort of error in the game. I swear. Maybe with the coding? Or—“ You blab out in a tangent trying to explain what was going on. Soon however, Shalnark sighs loudly, cutting you off.

“That’s a really stupid conclusion you cam up with. If you had once stop to look around you in this game, you would have realized this place, Greed Island, actually takes place in the real world. Specifically a straight shot east of York New.” Shalnark explains, somewhat sarcastically. All you do is roll your eyes. Of course you got stuck with the jackass of the troupe.

“Well then since this game isn’t actually a game, what do you think is going on, if you think you are oh so right?” You spat back at him. For some reason, you just couldn’t understand why he was being so rude in this situation, it was clearly neither of yours fault.

“Simple. This,” Shalnark states confidently as he takes the ornament from his pocket and lifts it up to you. You can’t help but laugh loudly at the idea, causing him to scowl at you.

“Y-You can’t be serious?! You and I? Soulmates!?”

“Of course! You do realize that in the myth it’s impossible for us to leave until we exchange our ornaments.” Shalnark explains, tossing his ornament at you. Clutching it in your hand, you quickly examine the ornament before scoffing.

“Yeah, not a chance,” You state as you toss his ornament back to him, causing Shalnark to sputter confused. “In no ways am I giving my personal information and phone number to the tech expert of the phantom troupe. That’s just plain stupid.”

You and Shalnark bicker on back and forth for a while until eventually he goes quiet and just glares at you. Honestly, in your opinion, it was better if he just chose to quit talking. He snaps his fingers catching you off guard, “Okay I have an idea! How about I try to convince you we are destine—”

“Soulmates?” You finish for him, slightly cringing.

“Yeah, that! And if I can convince you, then you can feel safe to give me your ornament so we can both leave.”

You ponder a little on the option he suggested. Honestly, you actually didn’t have much of any others option to begin with, “Fine. What do you got to convince me?”

“Well, first,” You watch closely as Shalnark grabs the Rose petal out from his ornament. Oh, you knew where this was going, that was actually a smart idea. Maybe this guy actually had some brain cells. “I’m going to read off my dream type of lover. I bet this will describes you.”

Reading off his petal to you, you listen carefully. As the more he goes on, you can’t deny that it did somewhat describe you, almost on the dime. As Shalnark shows the petal to you to prove he wasn’t making stuff up, You decide to grab your own petal. He seems to get excited that you finally understood what he was saying.

“See I tol—“ Shalnark is cut off when you let out a loud laugh.

“Yeah no way. Mine is ‘Someone who is like the sun; always cheerful as well as mentally bright.’” You read off, chucking it back into the ornament.

“Hey! I’m pretty cheerful! And bright!” Shalnark states, finally flashing you a smile for the first time you’ve been with him.

“Ha, I doubt that.” You say, though you can’t help but feel your heart skip a beat at how handsome he looked with a smile on his face. Your eyes go wide and you mentally slap yourself. What in the world were you thinking just now? You were flustered over him?!, “N-Next! What’s your other ideas?!”

“Aw come on!”

After a couple of more attempts from Shalnark to prove you two are soulmates, as well as many more confused borderline bipolar back and forth feelings on your end, Shalnark has run out of ideas and you two sit in silence as he tries to come up with more.

“Is that all the ideas you have?” You ask him shivering slightly as you pull your jacket closer for warmth. Looking up towards the sky above the thick pine branches, you see that it had just started to get darker out, effectively making it ten times colder as well. It now dawns on you that at this rate with your progress, you two could possibly freeze to death out here if you couldn’t get to a warm shelter before night.

“Shalnark. Here I—“ You suddenly pause what you were saying as you turn to face the man, “what the hell do you think you are doing…?”

You looked confused at Shalnark, who had moved closer to sit next to you. You didn’t know what he was up to but you definitely still didn’t trust him. As you try to lift yourself up to move away, Shalnark quickly grabs your wrist to keep you put where you were. Oh hell no. You struggle against his grip, attempting to pry his fingers off of your wrist but while you are distracted he uses his other hand to grab your arm. Effectively trapping you.

You struggle against him a little more but it only causes him to push you backwards down into the snow, him slightly leaning over you. Now nervous about what Shalnark was possibly doing, you shout out to him, “H-hey! I’ll give you the ornament okay? I don’t want—“

You feel the rest of your words die in your throat as Shalnark leans his forehead against yours, causing him to get very close to your face as well. Biting the inside of your mouth, you close your eyes tightly as a way to try calming your pounding heart. You couldn’t tell if your heart was racing out of fear or possibly something else. Though, again, it wasn’t like you could think straight at this point on time to figure which one. Cutting off your thoughts, Shalnark lets out a boyish giggle and tells you, “For someone who says they hate me and doesn’t believe in soulmates, your face sure is feeling quite hot. It’s almost as if you are flustered by me.”

Quickly, most likely in an attempt to save your dignity, you turn your face away to him so his face could no longer touch yours. As you do so, your heart leaps out of your chest when you hear him let out a small aww in disappointment.

“H-hey! I said I’ll give you my ornament so let go of me!” You sputter out, trying and likely failing at keeping yourself composed. You know it’s hard for you to think logically in a situation like this but you would’ve thought you had enough common sense in you to not get flustered by a mass murder.

“Hmmmm… Nope” Shalnark answers, popping the “p” at the end. Surprised and bewildered, You whirl your head around back to look at him. He seemed to get a kick out of your reaction because he can’t help but laugh. “You are correct by the fact that all I wanted originally was to take the ornament and leave. But the more we went on, talking and bickering, I realized I wanted something else.”

“H-huh? What? I don’t have much of anything else.” You questioned. Was he talking about cards in the game? Gon carried all of the number slot cards so you didn’t have anything that was useful to Shalnark.

“Silly girl~ It’s simple.” Shalnark flashes you a smile as he boops your nose with each next word, “I. Want. You~”

As you give a weird expression in response to Shalnark flirting attempt, he looks at you confused as to why you looked like that before full on laughing, when what looked like steam started to flow from out of your head. He couldn’t believe he fried your brain with a silly pick up line. It wasn’t even a good one either.

“Adorable~” Shalnark whispers out so softly and quietly that you almost don’t hear it. You go to ask him to repeat what he said again, but stop when he leans down. He wasn’t—

You can only watch as he inches closer and closer to your face. You don’t get why you don’t stop him, you know you probably should. But you just couldn’t for some reason you didn’t quite understand.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Shalnark kisses you. Stealing your first kiss, a precious thing you could never be able to get back from him. Though you doubt you would even try if you were able to.

As his lips moved against yours, you had to admit they were surprisingly soft, not at all rough or chapped like what the very few romance books you’ve read over the years described. Though you had to admit those boorish books were right about one thing, kissing someone was a feeling you’ve never once experienced before in your life. Authors have described the experience in many different ways but as Shalnark pulls away from your lips only to dive it once. Twice. And so many more times that you’ve lost count, you realize yours wasn’t like the ones written down. It didn’t take your breath away, it wasn’t rough or deep, it wasn’t messy or desperate.

But, it was yours. A feverish kiss if you must find a word to describe it. A kiss that even while pushed down into the freezing cold snow, you felt you were burning up inside. So much so, that your brain seemed to melt and your muscles turned to jelly from an non existent heat.

Finally after a while, you two pull away from each other, still in a trance like state from what happened. It’s quiet, nothing is heard nor said between you two as you just stare at each other. You know it is now dark out. You know you should be trying to get back to Gon and Bisky before they worry. You know it would be in your best interests to try to get away as far as you can from the dangerous man before you. You know you shouldn’t be feeling such feelings for him, for it is too soon and he probably doesn’t even deserve to be able to experience a pleasant emotion like this one. You know all these things almost as if they are engraved in your heart.

But, even when knowing all these things, you can’t stop yourself from dragging Shalnark back in to give you another kiss.

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