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fallingformatt · 5 months ago

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FIRST GLANCE M.S. PT. 1

Matt x fem!reader

summary: while walking to the bar with your best friend you accidentally bump into Matt, then later you unexpectedly bump into him again, leading the two of you to do unholy things.

warnings: FILTHY ASS SMUTTT!!! unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), fingering, overstimulation, slight degradation, slight praising.

word count: 2.9k

a/n: Thank all of you so much for the love on the last post, as I started writing literally so recently it means a lot to me. Also these scenarios keep popping up in my head and I write them down immediately and just work on them till I’m finished, so yea Im posting three days in a row. THIS IS SO GOOD DOE, not proofread.

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"But I have nothing to wear," I whine as I plop down on my best friend's bed. She really wanted us to go out to this cute bar she found on TikTok.

"Wait, I have something in my closet perfect for you," she said excitedly, pulling out a black mini dress. "It's just a black mini dress, what so special about it?" I ask with a confused look plastered on my face. "It's not the dress that's perfect," she says as she starts to dig around her closet again. "It's what you're going to wear with it," she exclaims.

"Found it," she says and excitement can be heard in her voice. She pulls out a box that has 'GUCCI' written on it. She pulls off the lid and there are a pair of tights in there. "Oh those are really pretty," I say as she opens the packaging for the first time. "That's not the end of it," she says swiftly turning around as she gets on her tippy toes to reach the highest shelf of her closet.

She manages to reach and pull out this little, red shoulder bag that screams money. "See it's not always about what you're wearing, sometimes it's about how you accessorize," she says happily clapping her hands together.

We both do our makeup and our hair while listening to music, chitchatting, and drinking some wine. As I finish my makeup and hair I get up to put on the outfit my best friend picked out for me. "Be careful with the tights, don't ruin them," she turns her head and says. "Don't worry, I won't, thank you for the cute outfit," I answer. "Glad to get you out of the house," she says as she also stands up finished with her makeup, and takes her clothes to change into.

We both step out of the house, ready to go to the bar, enjoy a few drinks, and maybe take some cute pictures for Instagram.

The city is lively, people walking down the streets, the sun almost gone, as the streets get darker. A bit tipsy from the wine we had, we walked, headed to the bar as it's not far from her place, our elbows intertwined as we continue to talk about everything that comes to our minds occasionally letting out a small laugh when one of us tells a joke.

My head is turned to my friend as she's retelling the story about her most stupid hookup, and I can't stop laughing. One moment I'm laughing about my friend's story and the next I feel myself trip over a pebble as I lose my balance. My body doesn't meet the ground, instead, it meets someone's chest. I quickly lean back to stand on my own feet again. I look up and my eyes meet the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. I look at him as I study his features, the fluffy hair, the silver earrings, his light stubble, and finally my eyes meet his, his icy blue eyes I could drown in.

I snap back to reality as I hear his voice "You okay there?" he says, his voice just as attractive as his looks. "Yeah sorry," I say as my friend pulls me to her. "Come on let's go," she says still holding onto my elbow and we walk past this beautiful stranger. As we're walking, I turn my head back to look at him and our eyes meet for the last time as we walk further away from each other, both walking in opposite directions.

We get to the bar and order some drinks, we sit down and look around. The bar really is cute, the ceiling is covered in flowers giving the place a fairytale vibe. I look to my side and notice this huge mirror that's covered in pink bows. "We have to take a picture there," I say as my eyes light up.

We're now 3 drinks into the evening and the guy from earlier crosses my mind. His face, his voice, his eyes. I could imagine him in between my legs as he eats me out giving me pleasure out of this world.

"Hello, are you listening to me?" my friend asks as she waves her hand in front of my face. I snap back to reality and look at her. "Did you hear anything I just said?" She asks. "You cockblocked me," I say furrowing my brows. "What do you mean?" She asks confused. "The guy I bumped into, he was totally into me," I say confidently. "Oh come on, that interaction lasted 2 seconds," she said laughing. "It was enough to make me understand that I need to be dicked down tonight," I answer. "Do you want to go to the club?" She asks. I nod my head happily. We finish our drinks and head out.

We walked around 5 minutes before we were in front of the club's door. Loud music can be heard as we walk in, lights shooting and changing color as we walk deeper into the club. My friend takes my hand as she pulls me into the dance floor. "This is my song," she exclaims as we both start dancing.

Feeling the light buzz the alcohol gave me, I close my eyes and move my hips to the rhythm of the song. I put up my hands as I get lost in the song dancing my heart out.

When the song finishes and I open my eyes, my best friend is nowhere to be seen. I try to move past all the people on the dance floor in an attempt to look for her.

As I walk towards the bar, I feel my ass brush against someone trying to get past the crowd. I turn around and look up. My eyes widen, not believing who I'm looking at.

It's the guy from earlier, the one who broke my trip and didn't let me fall to the ground. His eyes meet mine as a lustful smile appears on my lips.

"You really like to touch me don't you," the pretty boy says. "What are you doing here?" I ask. "Well, what do people usually do at the club?" He answers my question with a rhetorical question.

"Thanks for not letting me fall earlier," I say as I brush his chest over the place I bumped into. "You have to be more careful, watch where you're stepping, it could've been a stinky homeless guy, instead of me that you bumped into, I'm Matt by the way," he says, his charming voice making my knees weak.

"You wanna go dance?" I ask him, and without hesitation, he takes my hand and pulls me into the crowd at the dance floor.

We dance in sync as Matt's hands are placed on my hips guiding them side to side as my ass is brushing against his jeans, my one hand bent backward wrapped around the nape of his head.

I feel myself getting wet as I feel his hands starting to roam around my body, touching me in all the right places. I begin to grind my ass against his crotch feeling his dick getting hard as he lets out a hot breath in my ear.

Now one of his hands has traveled to my inner thigh as the other one keeps resting on my hip slowly guiding it up and down his hard, clothed cock. He sneaks his hand under my short dress, moving closer to my heat. His thumb starts to move in circles on my clit as his ring and middle finger move up and down over my clothed folds. I let out a moan as the pleasurable sensation entered my body. I throw back my head resting it on Matt's shoulder.

I feel Matt's hand suddenly stop, as he spins me around. "Follow me," he says when he leaned in closer to my ear so I'd be able to hear him over the loud music. His voice was dark, filled with lust.

Matt took my wrist and quickly led me to the bathrooms, he approached a door with a 'staff only' sign on it. When he pulled the handle I thought it would be locked, but it wasn't. We went in and it was as dim almost as the nightclub itself only a few colored lights giving the bathroom enough light to see where everything was. It was a big one toilet bathroom though, but it's still weird that the staff would have to do their business practically in the dark.

I snap out of my thoughts as I hear Matt closing the door behind him and turning the lock. He looked at me, his icy blue eyes were now dark, filled with hunger. He takes my hand and pulls me close, smashing his lips onto mine and his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. His hands travel around my body stopping at my ass, he grabs hard on it.

Without breaking the kiss he lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. I let out a moan feeling the cold buckle of his belt against my heat. He walks over to the counter where the sink is located and sits me down.

He breaks the kiss and looks me in my eyes, slowly kneeling down. His head is now on one level with my throbbing pussy. "Please," is all I manage to blur out.

I feel his cold fingertips trace along my thigh as he stops at my core, rubbing circles on my clit and I let out a loud moan. With one sharp movement, I hear the tights rip making me feel the cold countertop on my bare skin as the tights now have huge runs in them.

Matt's hands guide my legs on top of his shoulders, he pulls me closer giving him better access to my pussy, making me lean against the mirror that was on the wall behind the counter. I let out a whine as I felt two of his cold fingers moving my thong to the side now giving him full access to my dripping hole.

Matt looks up at me before moving closer, placing a trail of kisses from my thigh to my sensitive bud, causing my fingers to intertwine with his fluffy hair. He sticks out his tongue and starts licking circles around my clit. I roll my eyes to the back of my head. I feel his cold fingers pressing against my pussy, teasing me. "I need you," I manage to whimper under my breath and without any hesitation I feel his fingers push deep inside me, his cold rings pressed outside of my pussy.

I moan out loudly as his tongue and his fingers move in a rhythm giving me unimaginable pleasure. His fingers curled inside of me, places so deep I could never reach them on my own, his other hand holding a tight grip on my thigh. I feel a knot forming in my stomach. "Cl- close," I whimper out not able to say anything else.

His fingers slide out of my pussy and his tongue replaces them. Curling his tongue in my hole, I gasp out of the intense pleasure, Matt's now free hand traveling to my other thigh, holding on to it.

My sloppy moans fill the room as the pleasure is too much for me and I can't find the room to take in a full breath. "I'm about to cum," I moan out. He hums against my pussy, his tongue still in me curling inside of me. His voice sending vibrations through my core is enough for me to reach my climax. I let out a loud moan as I tug on his hair hard, bucking up my hips and rinding out my high.

Matt continues to move his tongue inside of me making my legs shake as the overstimulation rushes over me. My moans turn into loud pants, trying to catch my breath. My legs shake uncontrollably as his movements don't stop and he continues to curl his tongue, moving it in and out of me.

I try to move my legs, but Matt tightens his grip around my thighs, his short nails digging into my skin as I let out a hiss. I feel another orgasm coming, legs still shaking. "Don- pl- don't sto-" I try to speak in between my attempts to get some air in my lungs. I feel my vision getting blurry as I feel tears forming in my eyes from the intense pleasure.

My eyes roll to the back of my head as I feel Matt's thumb drawing circles on my clit. This is enough to send me over the edge and I squeeze Matt's head in between my shaking thighs as I cum for the second time.

I ride out my high and Matt stands up, his lips shining a bright red color. "You taste so sweet, I could eat you out all night," he says before kissing me and pulling on my bottom lip with his teeth.

"Get down," he says and yanks me by my wrists. As my feet meet the floor, I instantly lose balance as I'm not able to hold myself up on my own, still unable to fully breathe. Matt catches me, quickly turning me, my back facing him, and bending me over, pushing me against the counter.

I hear him unbuckling his belt before his pants fall to the ground. I look back at him and see him pulling down his boxers. He pushes my dress up revealing my almost bare ass as the only thing covering it is tights with huge runs and now holes in them.

I feel a sting as Matt slaps my ass making me moan out in pleasure. He pulls my thong to the side and without any warning he grabs my ass lifting it up before pushing his dick deeply inside of me, immediately kissing my g-spot on the first thrust. I let out a loud pornographic moan.

"Shit you feel so good around my cock baby," Matt moans, one of his hands placed on my lower back, the other traveled to my hair, weaving his hand around them to make a ponytail.

As he continues to plant deep, hard thrusts in me, he yanks my hair causing my head to tilt back, he leans in and places a kiss on my lips as his other hand now firmly holds onto my jaw.

"You're such a good girl for me, fuck," Matt growls breaking the contact between our lips, throwing his head back as his mouth falls open, his chest unevenly rising up and down.

Both of our heavy pants and moans are now filling the room. "Ahh fuck princess, you feel so tight, I'm about to cum," Matt moans out. My walls clench around his twitching cock as I also feel my orgasm coming, I open my mouth to say something, but nothing comes out, just a high-pitched whimper.

"Look at you, you're so pathetic, can't even say anything, I have fucked you dumb," he says and I hear how smug his voice is.

Matt thrusts a few more times before I feel my orgasm taking over me, and my legs again begin to shake. "Oh fuck," Matt moans out as he thrusts deeply painting my walls with his cum. He lets go of my hair as he pats my head "You're such a good girl," Matt says.

Matt pulls out his cock and pulls the dress over my ass pulling up his boxers and his jeans. I try to stand up feeling dizzy and lightheaded from the slightest movement. I lose my balance and Matt catches me once again. "Awww, I have really done a number on you, haven't I?" He asks teasingly, I just nod as I don't have the strength to answer.

Matt leads me to sit down on the toilet before he returns to the sink, and wets his hands under the cold, running water. He walks over to me and places one of his wet, cold hands at the nape of my neck and the other one on my cheek to help me come back to my senses.

We stand there like that for a while before he wipes the mascara that had run down my cheeks with his wet thumb while looking down at me giving me a warm smile, leaning down, and pressing a kiss on my forehead.

"How you feeling?" he asks innocently as if he didn't just fuck my brains out. "Better, I think I'm ready to go," I say as I stand up. We head to the door and I lead the way, unlocking the door we go out.

I see my best friend, she notices me too and rushes over, "What happened, where were you, I was searching all over for you!" she exclaims with a worried but angry voice as she looks me up and down. "What did you do to my tights?" Her eyes widen. "I got revenge on you for cockblocking me," I say as I smile. "Oh looks like we've got a brat on our hands," Matt says as he chuckles, leaning in, his hand on my hip, holding me tight, so I don't lose support.

"Bump into me again sometime," Matt says as a small smirk creeps on his lips.

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helplesslypurple77 · 11 days ago

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Day 16-Step-Sibling Incest-Chrollo/Reader/Hisoka/Illumi

Notes:

ok soooo, we’re finishing up Kinktober with a bang! ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) anyway, this one is gonna be kind of hard to write but im starting it a bit early cause i have a lot of free time today! Btw this shits ooc as hell but idgaf. It's also looooooong, like over 8k words loooooong. Anyway, enjoy

Title is from ‘The Boys’ by Girls Generation

btw art is from pinterest, if its ur dm me and ill credit u<3

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You find out your mother remarried when her postcard arrives in the mail. It's a short note, and starts out by telling you that she's on vacation in Bali. She goes on in detail about all the cool things she's doing, and you just shake your head, very used to your mothers forgetful attitude. And then, at the end in a little throwaway sentence, she mentions that she got remarried.

‘He's a lovely man. And he's got three boys, Name dear. Try to get along with them, and don't cause trouble!’

You shake your head, annoyed at the entire note. She tells you not to cause trouble? As if you would, you don't care enough about your mother to bother being upset about the news. But she could have at least invited you to the wedding. She probably forgot about you, her only daughter. It sounds insane, and impossible, but you're very used to your mother forgetting about you entirely. You didn't mind anymore. She pays for anything you need, and your life is comfortable, if not happy. But you could live with that.

You stare at the postcard for a minute, taking in the colorful flowers and ocean on the front. The bright colors hurt your eyes a bit. But brothers! You couldn't believe it. You had lived your entire life an only child, and now that was about to change. You felt a bit of tentative excitement fill your heart, lifting your moon and painting a smile across your face. You smiled, pinning the stupid postcard to the fridge. It stood out, the only thing on the entire front of the fridge.

Things are about to change. For better or worse, you don't know.

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It's lunch break the next day. You're sitting at your usual lunch table, telling your friend about the postcard, the sun shining down on the uniformed students sitting around in the courtyard of your expensive private school. A brisk breeze whistles through the air, rustling your knee length skirt. You shiver, grabbing your uniform jacket from where you had discarded it, and pulling it back on. Your friend Evelyne, sitting across from you and picking at her sandwich, rolls her eyes.

“Your mom sucks, Name.” She says, popping a green grape into her mouth. You smile.

“Oh, she's not that bad, Evie.” You say, feeling the need to defend your mom, even though she doesn't deserve it. Evie rolls her eyes, pulling at the sleeve of her gray sweater. The school forbids any clothing items aside from uniforms of course, and a jacket or sweater over your white button up. Evie had decorated her sweater with pins and patches, adding a slight bit of uniqueness to the sea of girls wearing similar uniforms. You were too lazy, just wearing the normal dark navy uniforms. Evie was so cool in your opinion. She even dared to dye her hair a brilliant orange red color, which was against the rules. But apparently the school was too busy checking that all the girls' skirts were the correct length, that they missed Evie’s bright hair. Or maybe they didn't care. Evie’s father donated to the school a lot, after all. Evie pulls at her hair, fluffing her bob around her face.

“Seriously though Name, that was so uncool of your mom. First she doesn't invite you to the wedding, and now just dropping three step siblings on you?” Evie says, her voice echoing in the courtyard a little too loudly. You look around anxiously, but no one cares. The brisk breeze blows some leaves off the large tree over your heads, and you watch them tumble down to the ground.

“I mean it's not too bad, right?” You ask, stealing one of her grapes. “I really don't know anything about them, they could be nice!”

“Sure,” Evie says, taking a large bite of her sandwich. “That was still a dick move, though.”

“Maybe,” You giggle, popping another grape in your mouth. “They might—”

Someone clears their throat right behind you. Startling, drop your third grape, and turn around. There's a boy standing behind you. Looming over you and Evie and the table, with long straight hair tumbling down his back. He's wearing the male version of the uniform, without the jacket. You raise an eyebrow.

“Um, can I help you?” You ask. You hadn't heard anyone come up behind you. The boy doesn't say anything, simply looking you up and down with no expression on his face. He has big eyes, like a porcelain doll in the window of a shop. His skin is pale, his lashes long, his mouth a pale pink. He's quite handsome. And then he opens his mouth.

“I am disappointed,” He says, voice even and cold. There is barely any inflection there at all, but his eyebrows furrow slightly as he looks at you. You frown.

“Uh, what?” You ask, confused. It seems like he’s insulting you, but you can't quite tell because you don't even know who this guy is, what the hell he's talking about, or why he's talking to you in the first place. Evie frowns, opening her mouth. You shake your head at her.

“You know, when people usually meet each other for the first time, it's polite to introduce yourself.” You say, trying to smile through the confusion and slight annoyance. The boy tilts his head, hair waterfalling down his back. You're kind of jealous of it, it looks so smooth and straight.

“I am Illumi.” The boy says after a moment. And then, before you can spack, he continues. “Father informed us that we are to live with you from now on. I am disappointed.”

The pieces start falling together, the puzzle solving itself in an instant in your mind. Your mouth drops open, a chill running through your body.

“You're one of my new step siblings?” You ask, jumping to your feet in shock. Illumi nods, frowning slightly at your sudden movement. He's very tall, looming over you even when you're standing right in front of him. You offer a hand, trying to smile. He's been quite rude, but you still give him a few chances to make it up. After all, he has a right to be upset about this situation, after all. His father had just gotten married, just like your mother. You wonder if he was invited to the wedding.

Illumi stares down at your hand, frowning like it's personally offended him somehow. Finally, after your smile starts to waver, he takes it, giving you a quick handshake.

“It's nice to meet you.” You say, really trying to mean it. Illumi nods. He doesn't talk much, just stands there before you, staring deep into your eyes with his big, black soulless ones.

“You are very normal.” Illumi says, looking you up and down again. You raise an eyebrow, trying to figure out if that's a compliment or an insult.

“Is that good or bad?” You ask. You can hear Evie grinding her teeth behind you, like an angry guard dog. Illumi tilts his head to the side, tapping his chin. He moves a bit like a robot, slow, calculated, and cold.

“Simply an observation,” He says, straightening his head. His hair flows distractingly around him. You don't know how to feel.

“Oh,” You say, forcing a customer service smile. “You look like a porcelain doll.”

Evie chokes on a laugh. You know she's rolling her eyes behind you. Illumi’s brow furrows, his black eyes slipping from your own for a moment, to look behind you.

“Your friend is quite loud.” He says, looking back at you like you should deal with it. You raise an eyebrow. This guy is really weird.

“I guess?” You say, running a hand through your hair. “She sounds normal to me.”

Illumi frowns, standing still and straight like a robot.

“The two of you are similar in your normality,” He says. “I shall inform father that I am disappointed in his choice of family.”

He turns, walking away briskly, his hair swinging behind him. You strain your ears, listening for the footsteps that are supposed to be there. You hear none.

“Well, he's just lovely, huh.” Evie says, popping a grape into her mouth. You sit down again, taking a bite of your own food.

“He's quite odd,” You say, taking a sip of your soda. “Reminds me of a robot. Or a haunted doll.”

Evie chuckles, tossing her half eaten sandwich in the trash can with a thump. She grabs one of your apple slices, taking a bite. You steal a grape in retaliation, even though you’ve already eaten half of them. You make a mental note to grab some grapes at the grocery store later.

“Well name,” Evie says, tossing the rest of her trash as the bell signaling the end of lunch echoes through the air. “I hope you're excited to meet the rest of your step-siblings.”

“I don't know, I guess I am a little bit.” You say, tossing your trash as you and Evie start towards your English class. “They can't be weirder than Illumi, right?”

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You might have to eat your words, you think to yourself as you stand in the front entrance of your large house, staring at the three boys across from you. It's been about two weeks since your first meeting with Illumi, and your mother and her new husband had just arrived back from their vacation. It seems the boys had not been invited. You feel a bit vindictively happy about that. Your mother and her new husband barely spared you a few drive by greetings before they vanished into the house with their bags. Leaving you and your three new step brothers in the front entrance. You break the silence, offering your hand with a smile.

“Im Name,” You say, voice echoing in the front entrance. The room stills for a moment, and then the tallest one darts into action. He moves forward, gripping your hand in his cold, pale hands, and shaking it firmly.

“How lovely it is to meet you, Name.” He says, smiling. His yellow eyes dart up and down your body, zeroing in on your uniform, and then your eyes. He runs a hand through his bright red hair, pushing it back off his forehead. It falls back immediately, obscuring his eyes slightly as he speaks.

“Having such a pretty sister is so exciting.” He says, pointed canines flashing in the light. You flush.

“Hisoka,” One of the other boys says, voice a warning. “Stop it.”

The red haired boy, Hisoka, simply smirks wider, slowly bringing your hand up to press a kiss to the top. You flush, yanking your hand away from his plush lips. He tilts his head, pouting like a wounded puppy. The black shirt he's wearing stretches over the muscles of his chest and arms. He's really hot. So are all of them actually. You wince internally. These boys are going to be your step brothers, you aren't allowed to lust after them, no matter how attractive they are.

“It's nice to meet you,” You say, forcing down your blush. Hisoka's smile returns to his face. It looks practiced, rehearsed, fake. This one is dangerous.

“I'm the oldest, you see. Chrollo, the frowny one with the bangs,” he gestures backwards at the boy in question, who simply sighs as Hisoka continues, “Is the middle child. And the one on the end is the youngest.”

“Illumi and i met already actually.” You interject, frowning slightly. Hisoka raises a single eyebrow.

“Oh dear, I hope he wasn't too rude.” He says, smiling apologetically. You resist the urge to tattle, and brush your hair over your shoulders. You're wearing simple clothes, some jeans and a nice blouse. Your mother had texted you before they had arrived, asking you not to ‘embarrass her’.

“Oh, he was fine.” You say quietly, ignoring the way Illumi stares into your soul. “We go to the same school. Do you guys go there too?”

Hisoka chuckles, looming over you a bit. His stare edges towards predatory sometimes.

“Oh no dear, I graduated a couple years ago.” He laughs, arm flexing as he pats you gently on the shoulder.

“Oh,” You say, ignoring the lingering hand on your shoulder. He's very physical. “Would you guys like a tour of the house?”

“That would be lovely!” Hisoka exclaims, spinning you around bodily and gripping your waist. “You're very sweet, darling.”

You smile, ducking away from the hand clutching your waist. It's better for your own sanity. The other boys trail behind you as you exit the main entrance way.

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Adjusting to the new living situation isn't as bad as you thought it would be. Your mother and her new husband don't hang around the house often, and even if they do, they usually stay secluded to their wing of the house. Hisoka often isn't at the house for long stretches of time, or comes back quite late at night. It's too bad, he's the most friendly of his brothers. Illumi is home almost twenty-four seven, leaving only for school and the occasional odd errand. Chrollo vanishes, you don't know where he goes. But he's probably still at the house. You think.

It's been a few weeks since you were first introduced to them, but your life hasn't really changed all that much. The two younger boys aren't very friendly or inviting, and you haven't had the chance to talk to them as much as you’d like. It would be nice if you could get to know them a bit better. So that's what you're doing now.

Illumi is probably in his room. He usually goes straight to his room after school, and shuts the door behind him with a slam. All of the bedrooms are in the same hallway, two on each side. Your parents bedroom is in their wing of the house, of course.

You walk up the stairs, steeling yourself for a hard fight. Illumi is a weirdo who can't really carry a conversation well and doesnt want to talk to you, but you're determined to try to be friends with him. Or at least, civil. You even have a plan. Ask for help with homework, and then the two of you could be study buddies. You were in the same grade, which meant you had the same classes. It was a perfect plan! Well, maybe not perfect, but pretty good.

The hallway is dark. You switch on the light with a click, illuminating the metal plates on each door. Your room is next to Illumi’s. Hisoka and Chrollo’s rooms are on the other side. No light shows from under their doors. They're probably out. Illumi’s room has cold bright light leaking into the hallway, however. You dip into your room to change out of your school uniform. Slinging on a tank top and a pair of sweatpants, you grab your study materials and walk a few feet down the hall. Raising your hand, you knock tentatively on Illumi’s door.

“Hey Illumi? It's me, can I come in?” You ask through the door. It's quiet, and for a moment you wonder if he's actually not in. and then he speaks.

“Yes.” He says, quietly, just barely audible through the thick wood of the door. You take a deep breath, steel yourself and open the door.

You step through, cold feet meeting a blue carpet, and close the door behind you. Illumi looks up, staring at you with wide, confused eyes. He’s sitting on the floor with his study materials spread neatly on a low table. You smile.

“Can I study with you?” You ask, hiding your shaking hands behind your back. Illumi blinks for a moment, as if mentally calculating whether or not it's a good idea. Finally, he nods.

“I don't see why not.” He says, looking back to his own study materials. You smile.

“Thanks,” You say, moving into the room and bending down to place your study materials out. Illumi makes an odd noise, like a choke and a cough at the same time. You look up, worried. His face is a little flushed.

“You ok?” You ask, sitting down across from him at the low table. Illumi nods.

“I am fine.” He says, eyes wandering from you to your work to the wall behind you. You shrug, turning to your study materials. The room sinks into silence, broken by the occasional turning of pages and the scratching of pencil on paper. Finally, when you think he's adjusted to your presence enough, you speak.

“Hey Illumi, what did you mean when you said I was normal?”

Illumi looks up from his work, eyes darting past your chest a little slowly and focusing on your eyes. He tilts his head in confusion.

“Exactly what it sounds like.” He says, as if it's obvious. You frown.

“But what does it mean?” You try again, “Like that im ugly?”

“You are not ugly.” Illumi says, voice sounding a bit weird. You flush.

“Oh, thanks.” You say, scratching your chain awkwardly. “Is it that I'm boring?”

Illumi stares at you long and hard, barely blinking. It seems like he's trying to figure out why you're upset. It reminds you of a robot, updating its programming as it tries to figure out what the weird human is upset about. Finally, he shakes his head.

“The words I used were inappropriate. I apologize.” Illumi offers, face still blank. “I simply met you were not the tyrant your mother portrayed you as.”

You frown. You've heard those words before, the insults aren't uncommon from your mother. But it still hurts. Your chest aches as you force a smile.

“Oh, really?” You say, forcing a fake laugh. “What did she say?”

Illumi frowns slightly, watching your face closely. He seems to be scanning for any change, any hint that you're upset. But your poker face is flawless, you've had a lot of practice. Finally, he opens his mouth.

“You were a spoiled brat who would throw a tantrum at a moment's notice.” He says, placing his pencil down on the table. “I was informed you went to my school, so I decided to meet you. You were not like I had been told, and I simply expressed it poorly.”

Your heart sinks into your stomach. You know your mother doesn't like you that much, or at least never wanted children, but is this what she thought of you? You feel like you're going to cry. You don't want to, you can't cry in front of Illumi. But against your will you feel tear after tear roll down your face. Illumi looks almost helpless as you cry, whipping it away with the back of your hand.

“Are you sad?” Illumi asks, frowning. He looks like he doesn't know what to do.

“Yes, Illumi.” You sob, tears rolling faster and faster down your face. “I'm crying. Have you never seen a girl cry?”

Illumi shakes his head, hand hanging awkwardly in the air between you. He clenches his fingers a few times, then lets it drop down.

“I don't really talk to girls.” Illumi says, staring in confusion as the tears roll down your cheeks. He looks almost adorable in his helplessness. Your shoulders shake as you cry, big fat tears rolling down your face and hitting the fabric of your tank top, soaking the blue fabric a darker blue. Illumi stares, awkwardly shuffling his pencil around in front of him. Finally, you give up.

“You're supposed to comfort crying girls.” You whimper, wiping the tears away as fast as they come.

“Comfort?” Illumi asks, tilting his head. You nod.

“Just give me a hug, Illumi.” You cry, crawling around the table towards him. Illumi sits there awkwardly as you throw yourself against his black covered chest. You cry into the turtleneck he's wearing, muffling your sobs into his chest. Illumi sits straight up, hands hovering awkwardly above your body until finally, when you crawl fully onto his lap, he settles them on your back. His hands are big, and warm. Finally, the tears start to subside.

You snuggle into his neck and shoulder, warm and snug against his surprisingly hot body. In both temperature and stature, actually. He has broad shoulders, and strong arms through the thick black fabric of the turtleneck. You giggle, drawing circles on his shoulders as you wipe the last tears away.

“Thanks for giving me a hug.” You sigh, still burrowing into his warm body. Illumi coughs, the sound loud in the relative silence of the house.

“I apologize if it was a poor hug. I was never taught to give one.” He says, voice rumbling out from his chest. You giggle, shifting on his lap.

“What are you talking about, silly. No one gets taught how to hug.” You say, running your hand through strands of his long, silky hair. Illumi coughs, clearing his throat as you shift on his lap again. The room sinks into comfortable silence for a moment.

“What, have you never hugged a girl before?” You laugh, moving again. Illumi makes a choked little sound in his throat, and shakes his head.

“I told you, I don't really talk to girls.” He says, his voice sounding a bit strained. You frown, pulling away from his chest to look him directly in the face. A faint flush has painted itself across his cheeks.

“Hey, are you alright? You sound weird.” You say, bringing a hand up and pressing it against his forehead. You shift on his lap a bit as you bring your other hand up, touching your own forehead. He doesn't have a fever, at least.

“I am fine.” Illumi nods. His cheeks are still just the palest petal pink, but his ears have started burning pure red among the strands of black hair. You're kind of alarmed. You dont think you’ve ever seen a hint of pink on his face, and now you see so much. You shift slightly as Illumi’s hands fall, grabbing your waist tightly.

“You should get off.” He says, voice warbling slightly. You frown, trying to ignore how butterflies rise in your stomach as his hands clench around your waist.

“Wait, why?” You ask, grabbing his shoulders as you slip slightly, pulling yourself close against him. “I was enjo—”

You stop suddenly as you feel something under your thigh. Illumi looks away, body tensing as you move experimentally, pressing against the thing. It jumps against you. Illumi chokes.

“Are you hard?” You ask, voice loud in the silence. Illumi winces slightly.

“No.” He says, pulling his head back until his hair partially obscures his face. You shift experimentally and are rewarded with his hands clenching down on your waist.

“Illumi you literally are.” You say, biting back a smile. Illumi doesn't say anything. Now you know you should be disgusted. He's your step-brother, after all. But, you can't quite bring yourself to pull away and run to your room. So instead you slide down his thighs, slowly crawling backwards on the floor until you're sitting a few feet in front of Illumi. His face looks dreadfully blank, like he expects you to slap him. Your eyes trace down his figure, taking in his broad shoulders and trim waist, and the bulge in his pants. You really wanna fuck him. But somehow, that seems like too much. Like it's a line you can't cross as step siblings, so you'll settle for this. Reaching your hand out slowly, carefully, you bring it down, stroking him over his pants.

The effect is instantaneous. Illumi’s back straightens, his body tensing as a small groan leaks out from between his clenched lips.

“Wait, what are you doing?” Illumi asks, obviously trying to keep his tone even as you stroke him.

“Thanking you.” You smile, pulling the belt of his sweatpants down. There's a small wet patch on his gray underwear, near the tip. You grin, licking your lips, and pressing your hand against him. Illumi whimpers, and quickly bites the rest of the sound back. You wish he would let all of his sounds out, but you doubt he will. And so you pull him out of his boxers, stroking him gently in your hand. Illumi bites his lips, eyes falling closed as you stroke him. He looks so pretty like this. Back straight and stiff, hair pooling around his shoulders and hitting the ground, cheeks flushed cherry blossom pink. You grin, mouth watering, and bend down.

“Wait, Name.” Illumi protests, his voice slightly hoarse. You pause, looking up at him from your position on the floor. His black eyes are filled with swirling lust and something else you can't quite place.

“Yeah?” You ask, letting a big glob of spit fall from your lips and plop onto Illumis dick. It twitches and Illumis shoulders twitch with it.

“What are you doing?” He asks, eyes locked on your own. You smile.

“I'm gonna give you a blowjob.” You say, and then start taking him into your mouth. He was clearly going to say more things, probably useless things that you don't want to hear, but they dissolve in his throat as you take him as far as you can, using your hand on the parts you can't reach. You make sure to use your hand on the parts you can't quite reach. Illumi groans again, as one hand clenches in the fabric of the carpet, and the other grabs your hair. You humm around him, pulling up and down, doing your best to drive him mad. It must be working, too, because tiny huffs and groans have started to leak out, even though he must be doing his best to hold them back. You can feel him twitching in your throat, probably close to cumming.

You smile around him, pressing a kidd to the tip before eating him down your throat again. Illumi groans, hand yanking your hair a bit as he does.

“Wait name im—”

He doesn't get to finish his sentence before something warm and sticky is flowing down your throat. You do your best to swallow it all before you pull off him, licking your lips. And then you realize what you just did. Illumi looks out of it, his black eyes hazy and confused, his cheeks still flushed. His dick is lying on the hem of his pants, tracking spit and cum on them. He looks very pretty. And then it just hits you what you’ve done. You gave your step brother a blowjob. You jump to your feet, trying to fix your hair. Illumi startles, shoving himself back into his underwear and pulling up his pants. Finally, when the room sinks into silence, you speak.

“Don't tell anyone.” You say, whipping a spot of cum off your boobs. Illumis eyes jump there, and then back to your own. You wait for him to agree, then flee to your room in embarrassment. What the hell have you done.

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So maybe your plan to get to know your step brother didn't exactly go as you had thought. But you were still determined to get to know them. Without the blowjob part, obviously. You sigh, turning a page in your book as you stare into space. The library was your favorite part of your house. The smell of books and lavender filled your nostrils and helped you calm down. The light was golden, pouring over the little seating area you’ve found yourself in. It was a perfect place to read.

Too bad you're not actually reading, just trying to forget the Blowjob Incident™ from two days ago. You sigh, remembering it again and shifting your legs. You hate to admit how much it kinda turns you on. How you just wanna go back and demand that Illumi eat you out. You sigh, crossing your legs again, and closing your book with a slam. Well, the book was boring anyway.

Your socked feet make barely a noise on the hardwood floors as you move back into the tall bookshelves that rise to the sky. Well, the ceiling. The bookshelves aren't that tall but they still feel tall. You slip the book away, and then move down the narrow hallways of books running your hand along their spines. Maybe a smut book will make you a little less pent up. Or more, but you could at least blame it on the book then, and not the Blowjob Incident™.

The smut section of the library was there when you and your mom moved in. Actually, most of the books were. It makes sense because the house has been in your family for generations. You chose not to think too hard about which of your dead relatives had picked out the smut books. You had already read all of them, but you scanned the shelf for one of the better ones.

Finally you spot one, the familiar gold and red cover sitting teasingly out of reach on the top shelf. You stand on your tippy toes, and reach up as high as you can, your fingertips just brushing the bottom. You brace your hand against one of the lower shelves and strain as high as you can. Someone chuckles behind you. And then a warm body comes up behind you, reaching just the last few inches to grab the book from the shelf and recede. You spin, and take in Chrollo, standing in front of you with the book outstretched.

“Here you go,” He says, offering you the book. You take it quickly, holding it against your chest as you flush.

“Thanks,” You say, hiding the title of the book as best you can. Better to be safe than sorry. Chrollo smiles slightly, folding his arms across his chest. He's wearing a fluffy looking sweater. You clear your throat, still standing with your back against the smut books.

“Are you enjoying the library?” You ask, in a hurry to change the subject, so he doesnt start asking questions about your book.

“Yes it's quite extensive.” Chrollo says, brushing a hand through his hair. “I myself have been enjoying the philosophy and nonfiction sections.”

“Oh,” You say, smiling slightly. “Those sections are pretty good, the nonfiction section especially has some pretty interesting and rare books. ”

“You seem to know this library pretty well.” Chrollo says, sliding his hands into the pockets of his black pants. “I assume you’ve read most of the collection?”

“Yep, almost all of it.” You say, smiling excitedly. “I haven't quite got through the cookbook section.”

You love the library. It's such a lovely place to escape too. And besides, your mother never comes in here. She says it's too dusty, even though the maids do a wonderful job of cleaning the entire house. You sigh, leaning back against the bookcase. Chrollo frowns.

“You seem upset about something.” He says, moving a few steps closer. You sigh. Your mothers words still sit a bit heavy in your heart, but you're more used to her cruelty than you should be. It's embarrassing that you're actually more upset about the Blowjob Incident™. But you definitely can't tell Chrollo that. So your mother is getting thrown under the bus. Besides, you're kind of curious to hear what they were told about you.

“What where…” You say, clearing your throat, and trying again. “Well I mean, how much did you guys know about me before you moved in.”

Silence falls for a moment as Chrollo considers you, taking in your body, clothes up a turtleneck, pleated skirt and socks, your face as you avoid his eyes. Then he speaks.

“Oh, not much. At least I wasn't told anything.” Chrollo says almost soothingly, moving forward to pat you gently on the arm as he continues. “I know father told Illumi a bit more.”

You frown, tilting your head.

“Why not you?” You ask, looking up at him. Chrollo stifles a smile.

“Oh, Father and I don't get along.” He rubs your shoulder reassuringly, and you shiver as his warm hand leaves you. “Illumi listens to him. Hisoka and I do not.”

“Oh,” You say, shoving down your confusion and the urge to pry. “Well, did you know anything?”

“Your age and gender.” Chrollo says, patting you on the head with a chuckle. “Is that what you were upset about? Don't you worry, We all had a favorable impression of you the moment we saw you.”

You frown, brow furrowing in confusion as Chrollo steers both of you out of the seas of bookshelves and back into the rest area. You spot a book resting open on the couch, a mug of something warm on the table. Steam spirals into the air, and you sit down on the other end of the couch, watching Chrollo as he picks up the book, sitting neatly in the middle. You sigh, brushing your hair out from behind you and leaning back, closing your eyes. The sounds of page turning fills the air, broken only by Chrollo’s slow, even, breathing.

You open your own book, too embarrassed to change books now. What would you say if he asked why you were exchanging your book? ‘Oops, I grabbed a smut book because I was feeling horny after I gave your brother a blowjob, and I'm too embarrassed to read it in front of you.’ Hello no. Besides, Chrollo isn't paying attention to you, and you’ve already read this book a thousand times. The smut won't turn you on as it once had, you're sure.

You were wrong. Maybe it's something about the fact that chrollo is sitting a few inches away, turning the pages of his own book calmly, or maybe you were just that horny, but you're barely into the smut scene when your pussy starts throbbing. You shuffle on the couch, crossing your legs and clenching your thighs together. You shiver at the little burst of pleasure that gave you and continue reading, body tight and tense. You're barely digesting the words on the page, far too busy being distracted by the warm body a few inches away from you. Chrollo is much more interesting than the stupid smut book anyway.

You look at him out of the corner of your eyes. His hair falls gently, angled down towards the book in his lap. It's some philosophy book, you don't care enough to try to make out the tiny text at the top of the page. Chrollo's skin is pale, sharp against the black of his hair. It's a close shade to the cream white of his sweater. You want to reach out and brush his hair out of his eyes, then beg him to kiss you senseless.

You curse the universe for giving you such hot men who were so close in age to you and lived with you, and then making them your step siblings. So out of reach. You ignore the looming memories of the Blowjob Incident™, and turn a page, trying to focus on the smut scene. But words on a page cannot distract you from the subtle scent of Chrollo's cologne, floating in the air between you. You shift uncomfortably on the couch as your pussy floods with heat, your body begging to be touched.

You're crossing your legs again when Chrollo speaks.

“You seem a bit restless.” He says, pausing before the last word. You slam your book shut, not even bothering to put a bookmark in it. Your face must be flushed, you know.

“I guess.” You say, clearing your throat. You swear you can hear your arousal in your voice, smell it in the air. The room sinks into silence as Chrollo puts a bookmark in his book, setting it down on the table with a soft thump. You clutch yours in your lap, kind of thankful for a hard thing to clutch. Not like that. Chrollo smiles at you softly, his gray eyes glowing slightly in the lowlight.

“Bad book?” He asks, gesturing towards the book in your lap with a nod. You squeak, shrugging.

“Uh, it's fine!” You say, putting it on your other side. You feel like a rubber band pulled tight, about to snap. Chrollo seems to be moving closer.

“I'm impressed,” Chrollo chuckles, scooting closer to you along the couch.

“What?” You say, heart pounding double time as his gray eyes move closer and closer. You scoot backwards until you're sitting with your back pressed against the arm. The book slides off the couch, hitting the ground with a muffled thud. Chrollo chuckles, stopping a few feet away from your knees.

“It's quite bold to read a smut book an inch away from your step brother.” Chrollo says simply, a small smile marking his pale lips. Your mouth drops open.

“How did you know?” You ask, voice a little to breathless for you liking. A flush is working its way up your chest and neck, and overtaking your face. Your traitorous pussy drools arousal on your panties. Chrollo chuckles.

“I memorized the Library layout.” He says, smoothing a hand over your sock covered calf. “I'm sure you did as well.”

You’ve had it memorized since you were a child. But you're very distracted right now by his warm hand as it moves slightly higher on your raised legs, now brushing past your knee. You bite back a whimper, not daring to make a noise as his hand travels higher and higher. Chrollo chuckles.

“We certainly aren't the best step siblings, aren't we?” He says, hand stroking up and down your thigh, tips of his fingers barely brushing the edges of your pleated skirt. His fingers feel hot against your bare skin. You slap your hand over your mouth, and Chrollo smirks.

“What are they going to say?” You whimper through your hand as Chrollo gently grips both your thighs, urging them apart. Chrollo chuckles, tugging down your panties, the last sticky barrier between him and your telling wetness.

“Who, our parents?” he asks, voice still so soft in the large silence of the caverness library. “They're never here. How could they know?”

You guess he's right, you think to yourself as he presses a delicate little kiss to your clit. How could they know, when neither of them pay attention to you. To any of their children, it seems. Your back arches against the couch, hands reaching down to tangle in Chrollo's black hair.

Chrollo eats pussy like a man starved. He eats you out like you're an oasis in a dry desert and he hasn't had a sip of water in years. He buries his head between your thighs, gripping your hips tightly as he licks and sucks you closer and closer to orgasm. You feel like you're losing your mind, tipping so close to insanity. Here you are, engaged in sexual activities with another one of your step brothers. Two out of three. And although you had initiated the one from a couple days ago, this one had been all Chrollo.

You whimper as you feel your orgasm threatening on the horizon, as you tug gently on Chrollo's soft hair and moan his name tellingly into the empty library.

“I'm gonna cum.” You whimper, warning him with a few extra tugs to the hair in case he isn't listening. He only doubles his efforts, concentrating his sucking and licking on your clit and tossing you off the cliff of orgasm like a rag doll. You moan loudly as you cun, body tensing and convulsing as you come undone, tugging at his hair.

It takes you a moment to come back, blinking up at the overhead lights. And when you speak, your voice is hoarse.

“You can't tell.” You say, voice trembling in the room. You wait for Chrollo to nod, and when he does, then you flee again, pulling your panties up and dashing out of the room leaving Chrollo behind you.

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You straighten your back as you stand a few feet outside of the doors to the exercise room. You know Hisoka is in there. You know he's there because you made sure to triple check with him, and both his brothers. You need to talk to him. Urgently, one might say, because you're kind of having a crisis, and it's surprisingly hard to get him alone to talk. But the crisis. Maybe it has something to do with the incidents that had happened in the last week. You shiver slightly as you remember them, body trembling as it recalls all of it. You shake your head, straighten your shoulders, and march into the gym with your head held high.

You don't go in here often. You don't like working out, preferring sports to things like gyms and working out. But you know the general layout.

Hisoka is over by the rack of weights. You can see his brilliant hair from all the way across the room, as he does some sort of weight exercise. You move through the room, catching your own reflection out of the corner of your eye in the mirror lining one wall. The room is silent, besides for the sound of your feet on the cold concrete floor, and the muffled music blasting from Hisoka’s headphones.

He hasn't spotted you yet. As you move closer, you watch his arm muscles bulge, completely put on display by the black tank top he's wearing. You clear your throat, begging your already fried nerves and the arousal beating at your gut to calm down.

“Hisoka? Can I talk to you?” You say, trying to be audible over the music pounding in his headphones. Hisoka looks up, meeting your eyes in the mirror in his sharp yellow gaze, and then smiles.

“Ah, Name. I didn't see you there.” He says, placing the weight back in the rack, and pulling his headphones out of his ears. “Come to watch me workout?”

He winks, and you chuckle. He's not wrong, that's what you were doing just then. You shake any traces of arousal out of your face and force a smile.

“Um, I wanted to talk to you about something.” You say, bringing a hand to your mouth. You chew anxiously on your nails, heart pounding a bit too fast. Hisoka’s brow furrows, eyes scanning you up and down.

“Is something wrong, darling?” He asks, moving closer to you, gently grabbing your hand and lowering it away from your mouth. You almost flinch as his hot fingers touch you, as he gets close enough and all you can see is the beads of sweat lingering on his skin. You want to lick them off, oddly enough. His hand is still holding your wrist. He can probably feel your pulse beating double time.

“I,” You start, then clear your throat. “Well, this is kind of embarrassing.”

Hisoka raises an eyebrow, hidden behind his bright red hair. His eyes flicker the length of your body again, taking in your pajama shorts and t-shirt you cut into a crop top. You look like a slob, but he'd already seen you when he got home and you figured it would be weird if you showed up wearing something nicer to have this conversation. You didn't even know if he would believe you, or what he would say. You shake your head, begging your face not to flush.

“Well, recently, i've been trying to get to know Illumi and Chrollo,” You start. Hisoka chuckles.

“Oh how adorable~” He says, patting you gently on your head. He smells of salt and musk and faintly of cologne. “Aren't you just the sweetest.”

You flush, body heating up at the nickname. Maybe this was a bad idea.

“Is your hair natural?” You ask, too embarrassed to keep talking. Hisoka chuckles.

“Yes, doll. The three of us have different mothers.” He says, patting your head gently again. “Now what did you want to say?”

“Oh, um,” you stutter again, voice suddenly caught in your throat. “I'm not sure how to say this.”

Hisoka considers you, trying to peer into your soul through your eyes and figure out what's got you so worried. You almost wish he would. Then the words wouldn't have to pass your lips. He's starting to look almost worried. Or as worried as you've ever seen him look.

“Why don't you sit down,” he says. You plop down onto the mat below your feet, sitting with your legs crossed on the cushy material. Hisoka sits down opposite you, smiling patiently at you.

“Have my brothers been bothering you?” He asks, moving forward to smooth the wrinkle between your brows. “You don't deserve to worry your pretty head about those idiots.”

“Oh no, it's my fault too.” You say, shaking your head. Hisoka's hand withdraws, falling back into his lap. You don't know if you want him to touch you more or stand ten feet away. You can't decide which one you want more.

“Well, I think I've been a bad step sister.” You confide, leaning forward a bit. Hisoka raises an eyebrow,

“Oh why would you think that?” He purrs, reaching forward again to smooth a hand over your shoulder. “If anything, you're too good for undeserving men like us, doll.”

You smile, brushing your hair over your shoulder. The gym is empty besides the two of you. You don't know if anyone else is home. Your mother and her new husband are on some favation. Illumi is

“I guess. The other boys haven't complained or anything,” You flush, body temperature rising as you remember the things that had happened. “But, I keep doing things that step sisters aren't supposed to do.”

Hisoka’s face goes blank for a moment. He blinks a couple times, and then a smile appears on his face.

“Whatever are you talking about?” He asks, a fake smile still glued to his face. You flinch, face still flushed. It feels like he already knows what you mean, or has an idea. But he seems like he wants to hear it from your lips. Hear you say all the dirty forbidden things you've gotten up to with his half siblings. You lick your lips and clear your throat. Your hands are trembling in your lap, and you clench them against your pajama shorts, suddenly feeling too naked to be doing this. You don't know why.

Maybe it's how Hisoka is looking at you. His yellow eyes scan your body, taking in each square inch of bare skin on display for his viewing, or the careful way he holds himself. He looks predatory. You hate how it sends a bolt of heat to your gut. You take a deep breath, steady yourself, and speak.

“We have engaged in some sexual acts.” You whisper into the silence of the gym. Hisoka raises an eyebrow, looking mostly unsurprised.

His yellow eyes dart down again, scanning your body as if looking for evidence of what you have spoken into existence.

“I'm afraid you're going to need to be more specific, doll.” Hisoka says, voice light and teasing as if the two of you are discussing something as trivial as the weather. You gulp down your spit, taking a deep breath and closing your eyes.

“I have Illumi a blow job. Chrollo ate me out.” You say, keeping your eyes closed. “What am I supposed to do?”

Silence echoes in the gym for a moment. And then Hisoka chuckles.

“Oh my, what a dilemma you seem to have, doll.” He laughs, the sound echoing in the empty room. You open your eyes, kind of confused.

“You seem surprised.” You say, eyes gliding over Hisoka’s body again before you can yank them up to his eyes. You're already a bit turned on from just talking to him, touching him, being near him. Not to mention thinking too much about the events of the last week.

“Oh, i figured it out as soon as you mentioned sexual acts.” Hisoka says, doing air quotations around the words ‘sexual acts’. He shoots you a wink as he continues. “I just wanted to hear you say it.”

“Oh,” You say. He seems very casual about this, very unbothered. You pull your lower lip into your mouth, biting it as you watch him smile unnervingly. “Why aren't you angry?”

“Hmm~” Hisoka hums, eyes darting down to your mouth as you let your bottom lip out of your mouth, probably a bit red from the biting. “I wonder.”

It happens so fast. One moment you're sitting upright, watching Hisoka in front of you with apprehension. And then the next moment you're tumbling backwards, the world spinning on its axis. Your back hits the mat with a thump and you grunt. Hisoka looms over you, a feral light hiding in his eyes as he greedily scans you up and down.

“What?” You say breathlessly, biting back the moan that wants to leak out as you take in Hisoka above you. His hair droops around him in a brilliant red halo. He cages you against the matte softened floor, and you whimper as his thigh finds its way between your legs, pressing up into your pussy.

“My brothers and I are very different, you know.” Hisoka says, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your neck. “But I suppose we are similar in some ways after all.”

He nips at your neck and you whimper, body reflexively straightening against his thigh. Your hands reach up to scrabble at his shoulders.

“Wait, Hisoka.” You whimper as he breaths hot and heavy on your ear, pressing hickeys on the skin under your ear. “No marks, they’ll see.”

Hisoka laughs huskily.

“Who doll?” He laughs, pressing his thug against your pussy harder. You whimper, pleasure running a hard line down your spine. You're losing your mind and he hasn't even taken your clothes off.

“Chrollo” You breathe, the name coming out as more of a moan. “And Illumi.”

“Ah, not those pesky absent parents of ours?” Hisoka says, a chuckle in his voice. “Oh they won't mind. If anything, they’ll take it as a challenge. How would you like that doll?”

You whimper, gripping his muscled shoulders tightly and digging your nails into his back. Hisoka grunts, body pressing you deep into the floor. You're trapped, between the matt covered floor and a body of solid muscle. Hisoka reaches down, using one hand to pull the loose pajama shorts off your body, tossing them somewhere behind him. You whimper as he yanks off your panties too, exposing your poor pussy to the bare air and the mean strokes of his corded thigh.

“You're so sexy,” You whimper as he drives his muscled thigh into your clit. You feel like you're going to break, just shatter to pieces right there on the gym floor. Hisoka laughs, heavy in your ear.

“What a slutty step-sister I have.” he breathes, voice deliciously husky. “I wonder. Could you handle all of us at once?”

Your pussy twitches against him, drooling more arousal, leaving sticky trains all over the fabric of his sweatpants.

“Oh god yes,” You whimper, images of it filling your mind. You're too turned on to be mortified as HIsoka laughs, kissing hickeys and bite marks all over your neck. You're losing your mind. It seems your three for three, and all you want to do is to be fucked stupid by your step brothers.

Hisoka chuckles, pulling away to stare down at you with lust driven yellow eyes, almost glowing behind curtains of red hair. And then he shoves two fingers into your mouth.

“Be a good girl and suck.” He coos, driving his thigh against your pussy in regular thrusts, driving you closer and closer to orgasms. You're gonna cum. Soon, you're so close to losing your mind.

You're sure you look like a mess. Your hair is a messy halo around your head two fingers shoved in your mouth, your body twisting and turning on the mat. Shorts and underwear long discarded, grinding your bare pussy on your step brother's clothed thigh. But you don't even care. Hisoka smiles above you, canines sharp in the lowlight.

“You gonna cum, doll?” he smiles. You nod, sucking his fingers obediently, whining around them as best you can. Hisoka smiles, merciful as an avenging angel above you.

“You've been so good, so I'll let you cum.” You coos, leaning the weight of his body on you as he withdraws his fingers from your mouth. You're about to protest, but you don't get words as he replaces his fingers with his lips, sealing your mouth in a kiss as you fall off the edge.

Your body convulses as you cum, grinding down on his thigh until you can't anymore, until you're screaming from oversensitivity and you yank yourself away from his thigh, trembling. Hisoka eats every moan and scream, muffling it with his tongue and his lips. Until finally, he pulls away with a little chuckle.

“Done already?” He coos, wiping the tears and spit from your face with a laugh. “I was just going to call the others.”

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Endnotes: i hope you guys enjoyed this kinktober ride as much as i did lol. This ones a bit long but i figured we’d better go out with a bang~

#mariannacrxss #helplesslypurple77kinktober #hunter x hunter #hxh smut #hisoka morow #hxh x reader #illumi x reader #chrollo lucilfer #chrollo x reader #hisoka x reader x chrollo #Hisoka/Reader/Illlumi/Chrollo #hisoka smut #illumi smut #chrollo smut

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sophiethewitch1 · 8 months ago

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johnny x reader, drabble, mw3 spoilers, hospitals, chronic illnesses and injuries, can you tell I'm listening to too sweet by hozier, might make this into a full oneshot idk; 900 words

Thinking about Johnny meeting you in the hospital. He's at his lowest, sick and in pain. Bitter at being put out of the fight but thankful he's not a corpse, that the bullet didn't hit anything he was using inside his empty skull.

And then there's you. Another one of the patients, healthier than him but not by much. He sees you out the window of his room often, taking care of one of the small plots of the garden. Even though it obviously strains you, the nurses can't seem to convince you to give up. Every day, until one day you catch him watching you. Instead of telling him to fuck off, you give him a tired wave and a wide, toothy grin.

When he is eventually given the go-ahead to leave his bed, the first thing he does is nag Ghost into wheeling him out to the garden where you work. You're happy to meet the two of them, sweet. You invite them to stay and have tea with you. The next day when you catch Johnny watching again, you wave him down with an eager grin and a call of his name he doesn't hear. Ghost doesn't ask why Johnny makes visiting you a habit, but his eyes are knowing.

He gets better. You don't seem to. You don't talk about it, so Johnny doesn't press. Eventually, he's able to ditch the horrid wheelchair and spend time with you one-on-one. He doesn't have anything better to do, so he helps you garden. Pull out the weeds, water the flowers. Throws dirt at you when you're not looking. You in turn spray him with the hose. The two of you get lectured by the nurse nearby, heads bowed demurely as she rats you out for wetting his bandages.

He gets you back, of course. The next day your lecture is interrupted when you toss the mud caked into your hair right in Johnny's face.

The two of you spend hours chatting about the seeds you've planted, the vegetables you want to add to your sad hospital food. Eventually your conversations turn deeper. He talks of the wars he's fought, how he almost died. You tell him your war is internal. That you were born with a shitty body. That you'd spent so much time in and out of hospitals, you'd learnt to bring your hobbies with you.

One day, months and months later, a doctor says he should be ready to leave soon. Johnny finds himself shocked by the sudden despair he feels. He heads out to your spot, crouching down beside you as you work. You greet him with the same eagerness as usual, yammering on about your next plans for the bed. Johnny's silence eventually makes you stop. Concerned eyes rove over him, before asking what's wrong.

He tells you he's getting out soon. All you can manage is a quiet, 'oh'. After a minute's hesitation, you go back to weeding. Quiet this time.

The rest of the week is spent similarly quietly. Johnny tries to return your happy smile, cracking jokes and starting silly fights like the ones you always had. You can't manage to find the energy. Say you're just tired, that your illness is acting up. Johnny doesn't know if you're telling the truth. He wonders if the stress he's caused you made it worse, and he feels so guilty he almost pukes.

When his last day rolls around, he finds himself watching you through his window again. He knows you know he's watching you, but you refuse to even glance up at him. He can't help himself. He's back by your side in the garden even as he knows the guys are waiting to pick him up by the front desk.

You dig the shovel into the dirt with more anger than he's ever seen. So hard you're probably butchering the roots you've so delicately, lovingly cultivated. His hand reaches out, wrapping around yours, stopping you from causing any more harm. He pulls your hand to his, carefully prying open your hand. The shovel falls to the ground.

His fingers carve into yours, intertwining with your dirtied, grimy palms. He feels the granules between you, rough against your smooth, cold skin. You let him move you silently. Your fingers twitch against his, hand relaxing into the garden bed.

His other hand finds your chin, turning it so you're staring at him, into his stunning blue eyes. The hand moves so he's cupping your face. There's tears running down your face, wetting his palm. He's not sure who's the one who moves. He thinks it's him. In the end, his lips are pressing to yours, the kiss soft and sweet and slow and sad. You move against him with a desperation he's felt for you since he first saw you. When his tongue slips between your lips, and you let out a sickeningly sugary sound, he's glad you feel it too. When your hand grips his tight in your dirt, he knows that no matter what the doctors say, no matter what his body can do now, he can't really leave you. Not truly.

The next day, he applies for a visitor's pass, and again, you kiss each other in the garden. The nurse nags him for getting you all dirty. The joke he makes gets him an elbow from you. And Johnny thinks, thank god he got shot in the head.

#cod x reader #call of duty x reader #141 x reader #cod x you #cod imagine #call of duty x you #johnny x reader #soap x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #idk what this was i just got possessed by the spirit of hozier this morning

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aloneatpeace · 1 year ago

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Fall Of Empire

Girl in the Woods ' 1 '

Summary :𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝓱𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝓯𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓫𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓹𝓮𝓸𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓮𝓮𝓭 𝓮𝓪𝓬𝓱 𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 . 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼 𝓪𝓵𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝔂 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 . 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓭𝓮𝓷𝔂 𝓸𝓻 𝓵𝓲𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓵𝓯 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽�� 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽𝓼.

Disclaimer - this is pure fan fiction it's not real. I mean no disrespect to any of the members.The stroy is fictional it's doesn't have anything to do with the real life members of bts.

Warning - this chapter doesn't have anything but later we will reach the depth of story and there will. Abuse , degradation of women, sexism, men doing awful things, assault maybe more. (Not by the boys)

A/n : the fic take place as you can tell during mediaeval era or sort of it how would be a life of a girl that time from my perspective. Im not really good at and i don't wanna spoil it so that's it .

WC: 2132

“You are charming, you are everything any women would love to have. You are going to walk up to her and tell her that you like her that’s it.” Hoseok gives himself speech feeling proud of himself, he picks up his bag flung it over his shoulder and march towards where his horse was standing patiently for him.

Upon seeing his companion, the horse let out a happy noise greeting him. Hoseok smile brightly, a contagious smile that made the sun himself feel a little insecure. He pets the horse affectionately.

The sound of footsteps reaches his ear.

hoseok take breath preparing to hear what he heard a thousand times “son, be careful when go there and if the crazy girl tries anything use the weapon”

He turns to his mother “why is it so hard to believe that she is simply just like living in the woods?”

“You are too young and innocent my son” his mother cup his cheeks squishing them making him whines at display of affection “I don’t know who is your companion but everything he sell you make us good living so I will let you go”

Hoseok pauses for a minute “yeah …. he is private man?” he said with hesitation

“Come before celebration start, will you?”

Hoseok node at his mother and start navigate his hose with a soft grip on its neck.

Unlike everyone hoseok didn’t fear the woods, he often find himself yarning to take a walk round the forest. The trees standing tall and proud, sun light gilding through the branches of the trees. The sound of birds and squirrels is something that made hoseok smile something that lots of his villagers find uninteresting. The lake was always crystal clear, remanding him of the tears of mermaid tales that he heard growing up. The silence of woods never frightened him either because he knows there is nothing out there that could harm him.

He always coming up with reasons to go there, maybe the reason behind that is he simply love the forest or maybe because your home is in the forest and it’s the only way, he can see you. He used to think that it was the first one but as the time goes, he realized it might be not.

How the two of meet was fresh in his memory. Teen hoseok was rebellious and reckless, as teenager always curious to find out new things and his curious nature resulted in him find the hunter that lives in the woods. His grandmother would gather him and his siblings to tell the story of wild hunter that lives in the wood. He was most dangerous man the town, no one would dare to walk or look his way. He was taller and stronger than an average man. He would come town at beginning of the month and middle of it each year to collect things and then he would go back to the woods. His grandma would say that the woods is his home and no one was allowed to go there. He partially believed that his grandmother was lying so they don’t wonder off into the woods.

To test his theory, he went to woods he was happy to find no man was there but what stunned him was you kneeling on the ground plucking wild flowers beside a basket that was too big for your little arms. He felt like creep for watching you do your thing, the way your hair was kept showed someone did a poor job the cream color ribbon tied just keep the hair falling on your face, dress that fit perfectly but mud stain at the bottom, boots that too big for you, but his insides were glowing warm making him tingle all over his body. You were in your own world and when he walked towards you startling you at unexpected visitor. When hoseok smile pushed his hands towards to greet you all you did was start to cry and throw the basket at him hastily before running away.

He was only seconds away running after you to explain he didn’t mean to make you cry but the sound of his parents’ voice calling his name made him change his path of running. Yeah, it wasn’t a good first impression.

He parents were so furious at him and banned him for going to the woods again, everyone kept an eye on him and he wasn’t allowed to go alone for couple of years he was always accompanied with cousins or siblings. Sometimes he thought that you were just his imagination that proved wrong when he saw you again.

He was helping his father at the market when the hunter came to the usual routine, he no longer intimidated them but he surprised when a little girl trailed behind him her little hand securely kept in the mans calloused one.

You were clearly amazed by the market eagerly looking around the innocence and pure happiness radiated from you. Your clothes were neat but it’s worn out, someone really tried to make your hair more presentable as if you spent hours on it.

When his eyes meet yours this time toy didn’t show any fear just curiosity unknowingly a smile made its way to his lips and that made you smile as well. He remembers the hunter taking to buy clothes that’s fits you. The people casted him suspicious glances thinking what a young girl doing with a hunter. Clearly, he wasn’t the father judging by the appearance but he didn’t question it. As he tries to follow you his father pulled by his shirt denying his wish to meet up close. He watched from afar as you and the man collect thing from various shops before starting to leave.

From there on you and the man would come and collect things and leave. Hoseok would try to walk up to you but always there will be someone preventing him from doing so and you never spent time longer than needed but you always looked at him some times even smiled at him.

But after one day you didn’t come at all he waited for but you never came later the hunter also stopped coming, it worried him. Are you ill? Why did you stop coming? Did something happen to you? There aren’t wild animals that could hurt you, he concluded that you were just ill and prayed the gods that you will be better. It annoyed him to no end for feeling that way, you’re just a stranger that he doesn’t know anything about, but something in him hurts thinking about you in pain, maybe its in his nature, he one of most empathic one in the village.

His worries only increased when you nor the hunter never came, the people didn’t indulge in what happened to you. As he grows his responsibility grow to slowly, he starts to forget about you. Hoseok grown into fine young man everyone loved him young men envied him, but he was humble and kind to everyone.

Surprised would be understatement when he saw you again years later, just like the first time you were in your own world as you washed fresh fruits in near lake. He was starstruck when he saw you but this time you didn’t run away. With a titled head a small smile graced you face.

“You are not going to throw me in the water this time, are you?” he asked with a teasing smile on his lips

“Perhaps I will” there is no menace in the words its was light and playful, that’s made him laugh

From that a beautiful friendship was born and along the way he fallen for the girl in the woods. When everyone thought that she is witch that killed the hunter now living the woods controlling the woods.

His eagerness made him reach his destination faster, he smiles unknowingly when he sees your home, it radiates a sense of calm and warmth. A deer walks around the front of your home with no fear of his presence along with couple of rabbits and swans. Wild birds preached on window a total sense of safety indicated.

He calls out your name.

“In here” you yell from behind the house where you arrange different kind of fruits and wild flowers for him to sell at his shop. After the two of you become friends, you have been helping him find new flowers and fruits and vegetable that grow in the woods. The partnership had helped him and his family in more than one way.

But to him you were just simple girl that live in woods, there is no evil magic in you even if there is he would gladly let you use him. He learned that the hunter was like father to you and like him you also content with living in the woods.

Washing the fresh fruits that you find couple of days ago, you answer him. Hoseok didn’t tie his horse as the it knows the routine, simply walks towards where you kept water and fresh leaves for him to each along with some fruits.

“Did you go deep in without me?” he asks after seeing buddle of flower that was, he never seen. He frowns at the thought of you running around the woods without him even if you lived your entire life in the woods he woods

“Yeah, I felt like walking after couple of hours I came across these beautiful flowers” you said with smile on your face not knowing his inner thoughts.

“Well wait for me next time”

It was time for him to go home you send Hoseok a smile “have lovely day Hoseok”.

You nodded your head before continuing Hoseok starts to tell you about how things back in his home, how you occasionally node and listen silently without making any attempt to talk. He never took that personally because he knew that you are used stay in silence and rather listen to him and you love that about him for not judging you or pressuring you to talk to him.

He node at you, glancing at you he inhales slowly, oh heavens you are just captivating just by standing there in without realizing how mesmerizing your presence is, in worn out clothes here there is dirt and stains visible but that somehow made you more alluring he don’t know. Maybe someone else don’t agree with his statement but to him you’re the prettiest and most beautiful girl he know.

The soft whisper of his name falls from your lips bring him back from his blissful thoughts, sees you stand a little closer to him with a confused look on his, everything in his body scream to embrace you, take away the wariness of your bones, give his warmth to you, to love you. Without even knowing he caught up in his thoughts again. Making you worried even more at the lack of his response

A soft touch on his arm made him come back and he wish your touch stay like that feeling like it’s the only thing that connect him to reality.

“Are you feeling unwell? You look flustered and red like berries” you touch his forehead to feel his temperature making him go redder if that’s possible

He removes himself from you before he melts into a puddle of honey “I’m fine” his voice come out too rushed and out of breath he walks towards his horse, he stops for moment before fully turning to you, you tilt your head at confused when you start to walk towards you.

“I know it’s been a while but I was meaning to ask you……….” He pauses you silently encourage him to continue “wouldyoulikebeminefortherestofmylife” he blurred out so quickly.

That was bad how can she be yours she is her own person

“Hoseok, I did not understand any of that” you said with a playful annoyed jest.

Good

“I was asking if you would like……to come with tonight’s celebration I was looking forward to have you there with me”

“I do not think that would be a good idea…” you trail off but seeing his defeated look on you face you falter a little and he never asked you to do something for him, if the celebration means that’s much to him, you’re willing to indulge in it “but I think we can give it a try” that made him light up like a sun in the early morning.

“Good…. Great even… then I will come to get you be prepared by dust”

With a bright smile on his face, he walks backward still smiling like teenage boy towards his horse.

Maybe he can tell you tonight how he feels.

Note : that's type of dress what I have on mind if you want you can change it I'm only showing the typical one. There won't any other description of what you'll wear.

Thank you for reading, comment, likes and reblogs it's help to write 💓🙏

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that-one-i-think · 5 months ago

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So I am thinking about making a 2nd MCD fanfic because there's a lot of things I want to do in my first one that just don't make sense, so here is me testing out fic 2! Gonna be messy because I am kind of just messing around to get the concept down. Let me know how y'all feel about it.

Tiger Lilies and Dandelions

Lilith Garnet weaved the last daisy into her flower crown, her small hands careful as to not brake the braid of dandelions. Her mind remembers Uncle Garroth's comment that finishing the flower crown is the hardest part, so her small hands twist the stem of the final daisy, securing the crown just like Garroth taught her.

She picks up her flower crown, glee blossoming on her face as she holds it up and it doesn't break. It is not as perfect as Uncle Garroth's or Mama Zoey's, but she thinks that Mama will like it all the same. Lilith stands up, brushing off her skirt with one hand as a lady does. She looks around the small clearing, but big sis Leona is nowhere around.

Lilith looks around the small clearing, a cold feeling filling her tummy as she can't spot her wolfy guard and sees that the sun is already very low.

'Maybe we are playing hide and seek!'

Lilith hopes, a smile back on her face as she looks even harder around to try and spot Leona. She then spots some rustling in a bush on the edge of the little clearing. Sneaking over, careful to cover her mouth to hide her giggles before pouncing onto the bush only to see a squirrel run off. Filled with child like optimism, Lilith continues searching further into the woods in hopes of finding her guard who is already in the village. Having been called to search for Alina, who escaped Garorth's watchful eye and leaving Lilith alone in the woods.

A wolf howls as Lilith shakes in fear, the sun already beginning to set. She looks around as tears start falling from her face, scared. She has never seen this part of the woods before and she is lost.

Snap

Lilith jumps as she spins around, trying hard to stay brave as it gets even darker. She starts walking towards the noise, hoping it is a guard on patrol who could take her to her mama. When she reaches the stick that broke, that is when she sees an orange eye watching her closely.

"Little one, are you lost?"

A voice low and calm asks, and the figure with the eye walks into her view, not a human like she though but a beast. Like a big cat! Her brief fear turns into curiosity as she places the orange and black cat to the one in one of Emmalyn's books.

"Tiger."

The large beast chuckles, a smile appearing on the maw of his face as he nods his head.

"Correct little one. I am a tiger."

The tiger lays down in front of her, careful as to not startle the poor girl before repeating, "Are you lost little one? Where are your parents?"

Lilith nods her hand, shame filling her as she knows that she shouldn't be lost. She is a big girl after all and big girls don't get lost. She looks at the flower crown still in her hand, some of them dropping a bit more before she says "My mama is in Phoenix Drop! I was making her a flower crown with my guard but I don't know how to go home."

"I see, would you like help going home?"

"Yes please Mr. Tiger!"

She sees Mr. Tiger chuckle before lowering himself all the way to the ground, his one eye focused on Lilith and with his face being leveled with hers, she can see the other one is scared closed.

"Hop on my back little one and we can head to Phoenix Drop together."

Lilith nods excitedly, he face blossoming into a smile as she climbs onto the tigers back. She struggles as the tigers body is much bigger than her six-year-old frame but she manages all while keeping her flower crown intact!

"Now, hold on tight, for it may get bumpy."

Lilith nods, wrapping her arms around Mr. Tigers neck, grabbing his fluff before putting her face into his soft fur on his neck. Delighted as he is softer than any of her stuffies or blankets and Lilith can feel the rumbling of laughter from the tiger.

He slowly stands, careful to make sure the girl is settled before trotting towards Phoenix Drop. It is not a silent trip, as the two fill it with idle chatter with Mr. Tiger happy to entertain the small child on his back.

"What is your name little one?"

"It's Lilith Garnet!"

The tiger pauses for a second, she can feel him shiver before continuing on.

"Is your mother the lord of Phoenix Drop, perchance?"

"Yes!"

"Seems like I have been referring to you all wrong," even from her spot, Lilith can see the smile on Mr. Tiger's face "Lady Lilith."

The two continue on their journey, chattering about everything and everything. Mr. Tiger learning all about Lilith's siblings and the current drama inside the walls of Phoenix Drop.

"I see, so why doesn't Leona just confess to Yip if she knows he also likes her?"

Lilith groans into his fur before shouting "I DON'T KNOW! Adults are dumb!"

"That we are." Mr. Tiger trots in silence for a bit more, before stopping to sniff the air. "Lady Lilith, we are going to stop here for a moment." He lays all the way down, letting Lilith slide off before standing back up on his paws.

"Now Lady Lilith, would you please close your eyes for a moment? I will tell them when you can open them once more. We are getting close to the gates, so it is safer to be more man than beast." Lilith nods, placing her hands on her eyes and turning away. Full of childhood innocence that brings a chuckle from the Tiger.

Lilith hears the sound of snapping of bones and the rustle of fabric. Sounds she knows from hearing Leona transform many times when playing puppy tag with Yip. Always faster than her in their wolf forms but Lilith is getting there!

"Alright, you may open them."

Lilith immediately turns around and in the place of the large tiger is now a man, or, well, a mei'fwa man. His hair was black with tufts of white where his human ears would be connected to his black beard. Instead, his ears are at the top of his head, round and black, like his tiger form accompanied by his orange and black striped tail. His right eye is still an almost glowing orange with his left now covered by a black eyepatch.

The man pauses to let Lilith observe more, a calm smile on his face was he stares into the girls eyes. Lilith eyes look away from his face when she sees his clothes. He looks like he is wearing a very large coat, with flowers along the sleeves and Lilith can't help but blurt out

"Are you a prince?"

Laughter breaks out from Mr. Tiger and he grabs his stomach. The boldness and innocence of children will never stop impressing him as tears appear in his eye from pure joy.

"Thank you for the compliment, Lady Lilith. Truly, you have made my day. Now come along, we are almost close to the gates."

He puts out his hand and Lilith happily accepts it. The two walking hand in hand before reaching the end of the woods, the gates in sight and Lilith can't help but feel a rush of joy. Mr. Tiger let's go of her hand before kneeling down to get to her level.

"I believe that this is where we go our separate ways, Lady Lilith."

"Why?" Genuine confusion flashes overhead face before the mei'fwa answers, "I also have to go to my home little one."

"OH!" Lilith says like she realized why the sky was truly blue, "can we meet again? You are my friend now."

"I hope so Lady Lilith, for it is an honor to be a friend to a lady such as yourself." He grins, sharp teeth glinting in the remaining sunlight and it brings a large smile to the girls face. "Okay!"

Lilith starts walking towards the gate before immediately turning back, "Before I go," she places the flower crown on the still kneeling man's head, "there! Now you are pretty Mr. Tiger!"

"Beautiful! And you may call me Tashi little one." He ruffles her hair before slightly pushing Lilith in the direction of the gates. She runs off waving back at Tashi while yelling "Goodbye Mr. Tiger Tashi!"

He waves back, watching as she reaches the gates before being immediately swept up by one of the guards. Disappearing into the woods before the guards could spot him. Flower crown still safe on his head.

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"So Lilith, I heard that you had rather the adventure today."

"Mhmmm! I met a massive tiger named Tashi in the woods!"

Aphmau nods along, "Tell me more."

"So I got lost but he found me and he took me back! He let me ride on his back and he was so soft, softer than any blanket. He also has one orange eye but the other is covered with a scar and do you want to know the greatest thing?"

"What?" Aphmau takes a bite of her food, trying to hide her giggles as she shares a look with Garroth and Zoey. Both of whom are just nodding along with her daughters story.

"He turned into a very handsome prince!"

"How interesting." Zoey responds, a smile on her face before asking "Would you say he was more handsome than Uncle Garroth?"

"Yes!" Garroth looks slightly offended but doesn't comment as Lilith rambles on, "He has black hair like mama and a beard that was also black and he wore a very big coat covered in flowers!"

"Well, it looks like both you and Alina had incredibly eventful days today. Now why don't you both get ready for bed and I will be up there to help in a moment."

The two girls rush off to bed, Aphmau immediately turns to her two companions, glee written all over her face as she exclaims. "She has her first imaginary friend!"

#aphblr #aphmau #aphverse #aphmau mcd #mcd #minecraft diaries

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oyesmendes · 2 years ago

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loved us more

a/n: this is it, the second instalment to "heartbreak anniversary"! some warnings may include - mentions of anthione hubert, flowers, grieving; its a sad/angry piece :") don't hate me!!!

masterlist | heartbreak anniversary

i miss you too.

he read the words again and again. pierre remembers the feeling of waking up to that text from you, the slither of hope that he felt extinguished all the pain in his chest. he remembers picking up his phone to call you, and it rings once before going straight to voicemail.

"hi, you've reached my voicemail! i'm probably taking a nap so... i'll call you back?"

that was a month ago.

now he was here, in spa, the last stop of the triple header this year. he walks into the red bull hospitality building, greeting the team members as he passes them. valencia spots him first, and she makes a beeline towards the frenchman.

"i've got your flowers, they're in the room."

"grazie," pierre thanks her, making his way up to his drivers room. when he opens the door, the first thing he spots is the bouquet laying on the table - brown paper encasing the white and pink chrysanthemums. his heart drops, knowing that the triple thread twine holding the flowers together was your signature.

"mon ange, we could really just go to a florist for this." pierre tells you as he watches from behind.

"tonio would appreciate this." you say, placing the flowers gently on top of each other.

you had the privilege of meeting anthione when you first started dating pierre, and you immediately hit it off with his childhood friend. the three of you had grown close over the course of a couple of months, and the accident had hit you and pierre equally hard. it was the first year without him, the first race back in spa, and you wanted to make something special for him; and you know flowers were the only way to show your love for the boy now.

pierre continues to watch as you arrange the flowers with care, wrapping them in brown paper, cutting up the three strands of twine to finish the bouquet. you put it in a jug of water to keep the flowers fresh, taking a step back to admire it.

pierre hugs you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder. he sighs softly, "yeah, he would."

his fingers touch the flowers gently, and pierre is almost sure that you were the one who put this together. but were you really here, in spa? he shakes the thought out of his head, he knows he can't be hanging on to that slither of hope this weekend. after the last two races that he underperformed in, he needed to focus.

there's a soft knock on the door just as pierre picks up the bouquet, and pyry sticks his head in the room.

"time for the track walk." pierre nods.

his friend looks at him sympathetically after recognising the bouquet. he holds the door open for him and pierre walks out, holding the bunch of flowers in his hand.

he walks quietly with the team, bouquet in one hand as they make their way down to the garage. he was clutching on to the stalks of flowers so tightly, trying his best to push all thoughts behind as he made his way down to the track. but he couldn't help it, he scanned the garage, the places you would usually stand while waiting for him; and you were no where to be found.

its as if suddenly pierre realised that you were really not there anymore.

his team decides to do the track walk on foot, and they make their way down - chatting about the previous race and following up with the new one. they come up right before eau rouge, and whatever strategy spoken before that long forgotten when pierre sees a silhouette he's all too familiar with, walking next to a tall frame that he knew was esteban.

"so coming right up here there aren't too many changes, just a couple-"

"sorry hang on-" pierre jogs forward but doesn't get too close as they arrive at the top of eau rouge. he watches from a distance as the girl in the blue dress squats down to place the flowers on the ground.

pink and white chrysanthemums.

"y/n?" pierre almost did not want to call out your name, in fear that he was just seeing things, hoping things. but the silhouette turns at the sound of his voice, and it was indeed you.

he jogs up the rest of the distance between the both of you, and there's a gentle smile on your face.

"hi there," you say softly. pierre doesn't speak, but he just watches you, his eyes fixated on yours. esteban looks between you and him, and he wants to say something, but decided against it, letting the pair take in the moment.

pierre scoffs, "hi? after all this time all you can manage is hi?"

esteban's eyes widen, and so do yours. you take a step back from him, eyeing the man up and down. esteban steps closer to you but you turn to him, letting him know it was okay.

"tu me manques aussi. i miss you too. you forgot about that?" he says flatly, completely ignoring the stares he's getting. you sigh, breaking eye contact with him as your eyes trail to some of the flowers that were already laid on the ground.

"let me talk to tonio first, we can talk about that later." you say, pushing past him as you knelt on the ground. and it's suddenly when pierre remembers that he's here to pay respects to anthione, so he steps back, knowing the importance of this moment to you. he laid his bouquet down, and he steps back before walking off. you look at both bouquets - almost identical to one another, and tears start to form in your eyes.

"grazie mille, y/n. i know this was very last minute. the boy didn't even tell me he hadn't gotten flowers until yesterday." valenica hugs you, holding the bouquet you just handed to her.

you knew in the moment that pierre would recognise your work immediately, but you still handed it to her, "its no big deal. least i could do after all these years."

esteban squeezes your shoulder, "i'm going to wait up front, join us when you're ready."

you nod, turning your attention back to the flowers.

"hi tonio," you sigh, bowing your head, "you've got two bouquets this year, lucky you huh?"

you laugh humourlessly, "i know, i know, if you were here, you would've nagged my ear off already. but i had to let him go, and i think you would've agreed with me," you run your fingers along the petals of the flowers, "hopefully."

"you know, there was a part of me that thought i could work it out. there was a small part of my heart that wanted to crawl back to him, to tell him i love him, that i forgive everything he did. but there's another part - a bigger part of me that knows i could never forget it." you sigh again, blowing a kiss to the flowers, "i love you and miss you tonio."

you stood up from the ground, joining esteban as you both made your way back to the pitlane. he shows you one of his tiktoks that he just curated while waiting, and you couldn't help but giggle. pierre hears your laughter fill the air first, before spotting you as you walked into the pits. he makes his way towards you, and your heart sinks.

"i'll see you later. call me if you need me." esteban whispers in your ear. when esteban leaves, pierre comes closer to you, his eyes never leaving yours.

"come to my room." he said in a low voice.

you tug at the lanyard around your neck, "i'm with alpine this weekend."

"then i'll come to yours." he said nonchalantly.

"arrête ça s'il te plait." stop this, please

"alors ne dis pas des choses que tu ne penses pas" then don't say things you don't mean.

"comment savez-vous que je ne le pensais pas?" how do you know i didn't mean it? you clap back, folding your arms in front of your chest. there's a pause, and you take it as your cue to walk off, but you hear him shout from behind,

"est-ce que tu m'aimes encore?" do you still love me?

you spin around, walking towards him furiously. he looks at you, his eyes empty and void of any more emotion. but the attention that you've gathered from the multiple teams around you made your blood boil.

you poke his chest, speaking through gritted teeth, "you don't get to say that when you're the one who cheated on me."

"but you miss me, no?"

you scoff, pulling him into the alpha tauri garage, away from prying eyes.

"yes pierre, i miss you. is that what you want to hear? is that what will make you happy?" you pretty much exploded in front of his team, but you couldn't care less. pierre is still staring at you and he wants to say something, but a person emerges in the corner of your eye, and for a moment you couldn't believe it.

the same fucking brunette.

you snap your head in her direction, and she's like a deer caught in headlights. pierre turns in the same direction, and the look in his eyes changes - was it fear? or disappointment? you couldn't really tell. but you knew you had to leave. you turn to him, for the last time.

"don't- don't fucking call me, text me or even attempt to talk to me anymore, pierre gasly."

"s'il te plait, mon ange." please, my angel. he grabs on to your arm, pulling you towards him. you try to squirm out of it, but he wouldn't let go.

"s'il te plait? you brought her here, mon amour. after all that we went through, it only took you three weeks before you brought a new girl to a race. and it's her, pierre. i know it's her."

"i- i couldn't- you didn't pick up the phone so-"

"so you brought her here? to the one race you know was of importance to the both of us? you ruined us, pierre. with your own bare hands, you ruined us. the poor girl didn't even do anything wrong and now you're parading her around like some arm candy, something to fill the void in your heart." every word you said was laced with venom, used as ammunition against the person you still loved.

"when did we get so bad pierre? what happened to us?"

pierre looks down on the floor, "i'm sorry, mon ange."

you sigh, knowing that going on isn't going to bring either of you anywhere.

"yeah pierre, i'm sorry too." your eyes meet the brunette's as you speak to pierre for the last time,

"i hope you treat her better, because god knows she deserves more than you ever gave me."

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bbyjenks · 2 months ago

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Cha Hyun-Su x Reader

Notes from the writter:

I am not the best writter and I preffer first person. Enjoy though!

I have been a monster since the beginning. I have taken out my share of threatening people and terrifying monsters. I have gained the ability to fly. I am assuming that is because during life I ran toward danger rather than away. I have always been what others would call an "adrenaline junky." I volunteered as a rescuer on Mount T'aebaek and worked as a Helicopter pilot. I don't know, I have always felt like I was meant to do something more. I soared whenever I felt a slight sense of danger and I just kept chasing after it.

Well, here I am now, laying on this dumb roof, My black wings stretched as I am burning spam, watching the clear skied sunset. I guess that is something good about the death of so many people...Less pollution. It really does seem like the earth is taking herself back and then some with these hostile monsters.

Yesterday night, I heard a massive explosion and a series of small explosions near the stadium. It's about a days walk. I plan on walking there today. Look through the wreckage, take whatever I can, maybe help some people. It's kinda hard to come up to people with my wings now. People automatically start shooting at me. I mean, I get it but I am friendly... Most of the time. I chose to walk places to help not be obvious. I wear a giant leather jacket to hide my wings.

I happened upon a greenhouse the next day on my way to the stadium. I haven't seen something this beautiful that wasn't tainted by monsters in months. I go in and pick some yellow Canola Flower. I piled them all next to me and take a seat on a blanket that just happened to be sitting on the ground. I start making a flower crown. I haven't done this since I was a kid. Half way through my crown, I hear a crunch. I stop my work and look around the parameter. I slid my jacket off to be more agile. Through the brush, I see the face of what looks to be a small human girl. I become less tense and settle back onto the blanket. She doesn't seem a match for me. I look at her with my crown and hold it out.

"Do you want this when I am done?"

The girl turns her head slightly in confusion.

"Why are you sitting on my blanket?"

"Didn't know it was yours kid. How are you okay out here all by yourself?"

I continue making the flower crown. The little girl starts walking away from me and makes a chirping type of noise. From around a bush, I see a monster. It's very small and looks to be a baby. "They're reproducing now. what an ugly little thing" I think.

Unbothered, I look up.

"I don't have enough for all of us."

The girl laughs.

"You are like me."

Quizzically, I look up at her. She looks normal. Holding my flower crown, I get up for a closer inspection. I walk around her, looking her up and down. She looks normal but something in me tells me she isn't.

"Hm, it's not often that you find people that have held their human form. You must be one strong willed kid."

I place the finished flower crown on her head. The baby seems to jump at the act like I was going to hurt her or something.

"You guys must protect each other, huh?" I gather more flowers to make another crown. She looks at herself in a pc of broken glass and smiles.

"We do and my oppa takes care of us too." She says

"Oppa? Is he like us?" I sit back down and get back to work.

I notice that the baby has disappeared. I look around and at what seems like the back of the greenhouse through some broken glass I see a somber looking man with the baby on shoulders. By this time, the sun is starting lower in the sky. He looks normal. I finish the crown and putting on the babies head. The baby jumps off his shoulders onto the ground and starts inspecting the flowers with curiousity.

The girl goes to the man and hugs him. "Oppa, I found a friend."

I laughingly say, "I don't know about friends but friendly. I have to work my way up to friendship." I turn to look at him. "Are you guys actually related?"

He shrugs and looks at me quizcally and then laughs. "No, I knew her mom."

"Oh... I am Amai Saito. What are your names?" I blush a little. He is a very good looking man.

He rubs his neck and sits down next to me on the ground.

"Cha Hyun-su" he says quickly. "You can just call her Dongsaeng." he says with a slight frown.

i finish the crowns and plop one on his head and one on my head. He smiles and Dongsaeng comes up and hugs him. Shortly after, she runs away with the monsters baby. They play in the street.

Shyly, I pace around the greenhouse looking at the wildflowers. finding that my eyes, keep wondering to him. It's been awhile since ya know. This sickness really puts a damper on meeting men. Looking at a purple flower and not paying attention, I accidently run into his tall frame.

He looks at me through his hair. "why are you here?" he says sternly.

I backup, and stretch out my wings a little and smirk. "the better question is why are you here? But honestly, I heard some explosions at the stadium and I am making my way there for resources and to see if there are people I can help."

He turns away to look at Dongsaeng. He shrugs and says "Oh... I would stay away from the stadium if I were you."

I out stretch my wings and look at him with a smug face. "I think I'll be fine." I say sarcastically.

Dongsaeng comes up to me and starts touching my wings. I didn't see or hear her so I jump from suprise haha. Then, my stomache gurgles so loud everyone hears it. I laugh, " Well, I am hungry. You guys know of any places I can get some food."

Hyun-su shrugs and says " I guess I can show you. I have to get us food anyway." and starts walking away. He looks back and yells "Dongsaeng, stay here."

I jog towards him and start keeping pace with him. Hyun-su and I walk the streets on high alert. He takes me to a beaten down mall. It looks deserted but scavengers have gone through everything. We walk to the food court part of the mall. He jumps the counter of Tonkatsu House and I follow suit. We get to the back of the store where food storage is. There really isn't much there but there is enough for us.

"Well, I guess this will do. Too bad we can't use any of the appliances."

He looks at me and shhhs me. I hear rustling far off in the mall. I crouch and start looking for something hold the door to the front closed. I pick up a broom. When I pick up the broom, the mop against the wall falls. making a crack sound. I hurriedly close the door and lock it with the broom in the handles.

He shakes his head and looks mad but crouches down to the ground with me. We both sit in front of the doors to keep weight on them. I can hear a monster lurking in the food court. The excitement making me think a million things a min. We wait for the monster to go away.

He relaxes, release tension from his shoulders. He looks at me and says "we should wait here for a little before we head back." I shake my head in agreement.

He turns to face me and I stare at his handsome face. Admiring his cute little smirk. Immediatetly, I think of how pretty he would be smirking up at me while I was on top of him.

i think "well, we have time to kill. So, why not." I take his hand and put it on my waist and get on top of him. He is confused and looking up at me. I look down and give a quiet laugh. I put his other hand on my other side. I take my hand and bring it up to the nape of his neck and start kissing him. I move my hands to feel his body. Rubbing them down his abs as we make out. I get to the edge of his shirt and start pulling it up over his head. He lets me but for a slight second when I look into his eyes they twinkle blue.

I start untying my make shift tye shirt while rolling my hip on his heat. He helps me untie it all the way and remove. He grabs my neck and kisses me passionately. Pushing me back and fondeling my breasts while kissing me down to the floor. My wings acting as a cushion. He starts kissing my neck, my stomache, and my waist. He stops and looks up at me and smirks. It's exactly what I wanted. But there was something different about his eyes.

He takes of my pants kissing my waist, getting lower with every kiss. I starts kissing my other lips, teasing me. I push his head into me to show what I want. He licks my clit repeatively grasping my ass. I moan with pure pleasure. My legs start to shake and I know am about to cum. My panting increases. Then, all the sudden he lifts his head and wipes his face.

He laughs and winks at me with one blue eye. "Not yet." He takes off his pants and starts rubbing his dick on my wet opening, hitting my clit every time. I am squirming with the need of his dick. finally, he slowly slips into me, riding me slow. He kisses my breast and then my mouth. I grab his ass and push him further into me. I pull my legs clower to my face to get him in just the right position. I explode all over him.

He turns me around and starts playing with my clit from behind and I squirt everywhere. He slides his dick back in and this extasy is too good. He starts ramming me hard from the back. My ass bouncing off his body. He grabs my breats and then my face to turn back to him. He kisses me and he lets out a sound of completion.

I roll over exhausted and a mess bare chested trying to catch my breath. He lies next to me. I look at him and I was right. I think "why did his eyes change to blue."

#Cha Hyun-Su #sweet home #song kang #cha hyun su x reader #dystopian

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cosmic-eye · 2 years ago

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Psychonauts the Musical Act II

because I guess this is a thing now. Act I here.

Lungfishopolis: I don't have a good song title here either --- a song with two parts; one mindless & the other a powerful revolt song --- The lungfish citizens start a short, monotone song praising Kochamera, but the appearance of Goggalor interrupts before it can really begin. The resistance members then pick up the song, singing with real emotion their desire for freedom. It cuts for Raz to fight Kochamera, then resumes even more triumphant once he wins. The song then turns to

Linda's song: "Unchained Soul" --- not very long, but not lacking in spirit --- Linda thanks Raz for helping her reclaim her freedom. She tells Raz how she was a normal lungfish until Loboto & Oleander mutated her as she takes him across the lake.

Note: Linda herself does not sing until after Raz frees her, like how she doesn't talk until then in the game. In this case, singing = freedom.

Milkman Conspiracy: "Beware of Cows" --- a patter song, fast and chaotic --- Boyd rants about his various conspiracy theories, becoming increasingly jumpy as he goes.

Milkman Conspiracy: "Special Delivery" --- You know the music that plays when Milkman Boyd hurls flaming bottles at the censors? It's just that. --- Realizing he's the milkman, Boyd voices his intent to burn down the asylum, while Raz frantically tries to convince him not to.

Gloria's Theater: "Happy Flowers" (yep that's another title I'm snagging from the ost, I just like it okay?) --- operatic recitative/Sprechgesang/spoken singing --- As Raz navigates through the opera stages, the performers sing the events of Gloria's life.

Gloria's Theater: "Phantom" --- an operatic aria --- Jasper sings as Raz confronts him. A minor villain song.

Asylum grounds: Another currently nameless piece --- short, energetic --- Raz leaves Gloria's garden and enters a new area. Crispin chides Fred as he battles with himself/Napoleon, enraging an unseen Edgar. The song comes to a halt when Raz tries to sneak by Crispin to get to the elevator.

Waterloo World: "Battle with Sanity" --- Patriotic March Music, but with contradicting lyrics --- Fred sings about how useless he is and how it's pointless to try, with Napoleon countering when he can.

Waterloo World: "Me Again." After Raz breaks Fred out of his learned helplessness, Fred's voice comes back with strength & determination. Ends with him saying he needs a nap.

Black Velvetopia: "House of Cards" --- traditional Spanish flamenco music, or something similar --- Starts with Edgar explaining that he can't reach Lampita, with Raz then setting off to find the queen cards. The bulk of the song is performed by the dog painters, with each adding to Edgar's story until the Dalmation reveals the truth.

Black Velvetopia: "Pathetic" --- almost like a cheerleader's song --- Lampita & Dingo harass Edgar as he battles Raz and then Dingo. Ends with Edgar realizing they're the pathetic ones, and turning the song around on them.

After this, Raz has his disguise, Crispin is taken care of, and the inmates start off. End of Act II. Act III coming soon.

#psychonauts #psychonauts the musical #i did leave linda out in the initial post because i wasn't quite sure what to do with her song but i think i figured it out here #these are just kind of ideas off the top of my head #edited this a bit to better fit with the other posts

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curlysgirl0202 · 1 year ago

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RINGO'S RECKONING: A TALE OF LOVE AND REDEMPTION

Johnny Ringo and the reader have a special connection as friends even though both strongly desire the other. When Ringo opens up to the reader about his past and his guilt and shame, he fears rejection...How does the reader react when she learns about Ringo's past...Keep reading and find out!

Everyone knows how secretive Johnny Ringo can be and that he's got a signature poker face even Curly Bill can't read. When overwhelming thoughts or anxiety come creeping into his mind, Ringo tends to do two things; be drinks himself intoxication and relieves his darkness with the comfort of a woman's touch. In fact, nothing can cure his darkness except women. Even if he's not going to lay with them, he at least wants to be in the presence of women. So when he meets you and the two of you begin seeing each other regularly, it's only a matter of time before he falls into the abyss of his own mind and opens up to you...

Spontaneous decisions don't fall into the symphony that envelopes Johnny Ringo; he prefers to exercise a more deliberate and planned approach; especially when it comes to a woman he loves and that woman is you!

Ringo sees the love and kindness that flows freely from your spirit. You enjoy embracing others that the world seems to forget; you help care for the homeless and you take pleasure in volunteering with orphans and disabled children so Johnny Ringo sees you as a safe place to fall as you do not seem to turn anyone away when they are in need. Johnny loves that about you; you don't just offer up your time to those in need, you do it because you truly want to make a difference. So when Johnny Ringo decides to open up to you, it is absolutely not by accident...He has been thinking about it for weeks. When he wakes in the morning and breathes the Arizona desert air and stretches his body which feels stiff from sleeping on the hard ground, he thinks about what he wants to say to you and when he will gain the opportunity to bring you into a place where he can dwell in your presence without anyone around. Johnny loves how you always seem genuinely happy to see him and he delights in how you can laugh off awkward moments in a way he could never do. So it shouldn't be a surprise to you that you're the one he feels safe with and he feels your heart will hold his secrets like a treasure. After some cowboy staples; biscuits, beans, bacon and coffee, he decides to meet up with you and take a walk together so he can empty his aching heart to you in the hopes that you can relieve some of that pain and turn his guilt and shame into fighting chances that lead to a path of relief and true happiness; only women can do that for Johnny Ringo and the woman he wants is you....

Johnny rides out to your home which sits on a small piece of land a mile from town. A little garden of red and yellow roses lazes near the small stairs that lead to your front porch. A few flower pots occupy the corners and a sign that reads: Welcome decorates the front door. A perfect message from someone like you who makes Johnny feel welcome in your life. He knocks on the door and waits for a few moments before knocking again. His heart falls and he hopes you didn't forget he was coming to see you. He turns when he hears your voice.

"Well, hello Johnny!" You sneak from the other side of the house. A bouquet of freshly picked flowers rests in your arms. A lovely summer dress fits loosely on your body, but doesn't cover up your curves. Your hair cascades to your back and a black handkerchief wraps around your head.

"Hi, YN," Ringo says, moving to you. The gunfighter seems more anxious than usual and you wonder what he wants to talk to you about.

"So what do I owe the pleasure...A visit from Johnny Ringo?" You smile, still holding your flowers. Ringo eyes the buds and suddenly feels guilty that he came empty handed. He takes his hat off and tries to say something, but can't find the right words. It begins to drizzle and thunder rumbles in the distance. "And just in time too. Looks like rain!" Ringo walks towards you, his hat in his hands.

"Come on in. I'm going to get a vase for these. While arranging your flowers, Ringo notices how elegantly you arrange them in an old vase with painted blooms along the sides. You occasionally glance at him and smile and he looks down and then returns the grin.

"Would you like some tea, Johnny?" Suddenly, rain begins to fall and splashes the front porch and begins to soak the garden. Thunder booms overhead and you look over at Ringo, who rushes to shut your front door.

"Thanks!" You say casually, while placing your vase on the table.

"Sure! Can't go for a walk now!"

"No, I was never crazy about walking outside during a lightning storm!" You laugh and he chuckles in spite of himself. He cherishes your casual attitude and how effortlessly you bring harmony to uncomfortable situations.

You boil water for tea and put two plates on the table and then grab two forks, a pie cutter and a freshly baked apple pie off the counter near the stove.

"I baked this in the morning. I got fresh apples from the market. I just love to bake pies!" You declare while cutting two pieces.

"Well, that's wonderful. You're beautiful and you love to bake. Hard to believe you're not married," Johnny answers, suddenly feeling flushed and a bit embarrassed.

"Sorry," he responds. "I didn't mean it like that...I just meant that it's not usual for a lovely lady like yourself to be single."

You smile and sit down, giving Johnny his tea cup. He looks down and then back at you, a look of shame in his eyes. He didn't want you to think that he believes you can't find a man who would want to marry you. He only meant it seems surprising for someone so beautiful to not choose a husband yet.

"I know. And thank you for the compliment!" You take a bite of pie and smile. Johnny can't help but chuckle a bit and shake his head. You seem to know him so well and carry a unique quality most women do not. A way about you that brings others at ease. That everything will be ok as long as you're in the room.

The rain continues to beat against the windows and lightning flashes causing an explosion of thunder. You sip your tea and for a moment, Johnny glances at you without you knowing and becomes lost in your presence. The raging storm outside seems tame simply because he is with you and he swears at that moment that he has never felt safer in his life. When you look up at him, he snaps out of his trance and shakes his head. Your soft hair, large liquid eyes and peaceful smile stir the embers inside of him. Emotions Ringo thought the war and his own darkness extinguished suddenly began to enflame inside him and those feelings began to awaken. While studying the sciences, he learned about people falling into a coma. His current feelings parallel in a metaphorical sense because he felt like he had been sleeping and he was just now waking up. He wants to empty his heart to you, tell you if his upbringing and the events of his life that slowly and almost methodically created Johnny Ringo instead of John Peters Ringo, MD or Surgeon.

He finishes his slice and drains his tea cup and then watches you finish enjoying your sweets at your own pace. When you finish your last bite, you look out the window and the rain continues to come down in sheets accompanied by a colossal dance between thunder and lightning.

"So, how have you been, Johnny?" You inquire, pushing your plate away and giving him your undivided attention.

"Things weren't always like this. I didn't always...I guess what I'm trying to say is I wasn't always this way. I guess I just want you to know that...I know the things you must hear about me. I'm not exactly proud of being the "Deadliest Pistoleer" since William Bonney or whomever. Don't even keep track anymore. I wasn't always this way." He can't bring himself to look at you for fear of how your eyes will study him and he dreads thinking about you looking at him with admonishment in your eyes; the same way the world sees him.

"I wasn't always this way either," you answer, with empathy flooding your eyes.

He smiles at you and adores your response which shows him you understand a thing or two about loss and maybe you also struggled with such feelings. You endured the war too...

"I grew up in a big family. Farming was always what my family knew. My father was a lawyer, but a terrible businessman. He took his own life. Well at least I believe he did." Johnny lowers his head and waits for your response.

"Oh, Johnny! I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I don't know what to say...I can't imagine." You shake your head and take his hands into yours. He grips your hands in his and absent mindedly kisses them. The comfort you bring overwhelms him.

"We were moving to San Jose. We stopped." His eyes welled with tears. You take a handkerchief and wipe his eyes. He looks at you the way a man would look at an angel in the center of darkness.

"He went to take the shotgun down from the wagon and...it just went off and he died. He died right there. My mother dropped to her knees and began weeping. I didn't know what to do. We all stood there like it was a dream...A nightmare. His head just..." His eyes flooded with tears and he tried to control his emotions, but found himself crying.

"Johnny. I...you don't need to go on if this is making you sad or stirring up painful memories."

"No. Please let me tell you. I don't talk about this to anyone. Curly Bill knows a little about my time with Quantrill. And Bloody Bill Anderson. He pauses and then looks at your eyes, hoping not to see disappointment or disgust as Quantrill and Anderson names were synonymous with mass killings and guerilla raids. But your eyes show compassion and tenderness and safety. He sees you like a life boat in the middle of a raging sea. "We've talked about who we rode with. But I don't talk about my feelings..." He stops again and tries to regain his composure.

"Let's go sit on the couch." You suggest. The both of you rise and when you face each other, Johnny suddenly falls into your arms and begins to weep tears that flood from the darkness he feels trapped in. The door of his heart opens and he cannot stop crying and you, to his relief allow him to experience the realness of his emotions and for the first time, he is falling into a safe place. You embrace him warmly and allow your bodies to fall into a unity that comes from deep feelling.The two of you stand in the center of your home and listen to the storm swelling outside. It seems to come closer with each strike of lightning and the booming thunder only adds to the whimsical symphony of God's Earth.

And then Johnny begins to recall his upbringing; his mother never struck or shouted at any of her children. In fact, Ringo marveled at how his mother rebuilt her life the best she could. Ringo wanted more than staring at a mule's ass all day, praying to God that the weather would bring rain and sun at the right times.

Running a farm with Ringo helping her and the tough life of farming never took away her natural beauty. When not working, which wasn't often, his mother sat with a Bible in her lap, sometimes her eyes closed and her mouth muttering prayers. She would pause to take a breath and look down at her open scroll of scriptures, but then return her gaze towards the window. Johnny never understood his mother's sadness; he knew the life she endured due to her husband's demise did not include much time for herself, but even when in the presence of family and friends at town gatherings, she remained quiet and submissive.

"I loved...love my mother very much." Ringo let's go of you and you hold him again to reassure him that you're not leaving him until he wants to leave.

You lead him to the couch and he holds you while you rest your head on his chest and he strokes your hair and gently caresses your shoulders.

"She listened to every word the preacher said," he continues stroking your hair. "You must converse with the Preacher Lewis, she would say. Ask for forgiveness and confess, Johnny. Remember, God punishes the heart that is hard." Ringo firmly believes his heart became hardened and that God would rain His wrath on Johnny the same way He did with Pharaoh.

"That's not true, Johnny..." You begin.

His heart stirs as he recalls listening to the preacher go on about the severity of losing faith. He desperately wants to know what you think.

"Our hearts don't become hard, Johnny. They break...The world can be a crushing place."

Ringo's heart lifts with a spark of joy. He knew you would know what to say to bring him back.

"Yes. You're right," he answers, taking your hands and kissing them.

"We were late a few times since sometimes my brother was slow getting the horses hitched. I'll never forget the time Preacher Lewis went on about purgatory and the way to hell being wide and the path to righteousness narrow. My mother held onto that."

"Well, religion can be a weapon." You continue to rest your head on him and he delights in the closeness. He smiles at your assessment; he never thought of religion in that way.

"I don't believe in purgatory. I know it's a controversial topic, but it doesn't seem to fit in with the message of Jesus Christ, who was always talking about a new testament and we are to reject the old. Except for the Psalms." You pause for a moment, desiring to find the right words. "If Christ died for our sins...Then why would purgatory need to exist?" You rub his hand and kiss it. "There's something else, Johnny. Where do you think the Catholic Church got the money to build St. Peter's Basilica?"

"What do you mean?" He asks, sitting up a bit, very curious about what you just said.

"Johnny...We cannot buy our way to God's Kingdom. Salvation is a free gift. There is no fine print. The Church collected money from people who didn't know. The elders preyed upon the poor and drained their finances so they could build something. Purgatory is basically a financing project."

"Are you sure?" Ringo asks, his heart pounding fast. He never questioned what Preacher Lewis said and he refused to ask his mother to elaborate on anything because she always seemed to be frustrated by his questions. "I always thought...We just didn't question or at least out loud...I don't understand." He shakes his head and sits up.

Ringo smiles and lets out a small laugh. Your understanding of scripture, your kind words and your realistic approach to religion fills him with a sense of comfort so tender, he feels warm and secure. And feeling safe seems like a distant memory to Johnny as he can't really remember a time when he experienced a sense of safety and peace. His heart dueled with his mind in an endless stand off where neither side is willing to weaken.

"My mother didn't seem to want us to ask too many questions. Sometimes she reflected on my father always being too curious."

"Well, it's a good thing you never wanted to be a journalist," you let out a chuckle in an attempt or relieve some of Johnny's pain and he begins to laugh. "You're a funny lady, YN."

Ringo kisses your forehead and when you touch his face, you can feel a wetness you know is not sweat. You wipe his face with the same handkerchief and let him talk.

"I thought I would finally get away from farming. I didn't mind it. I just wanted something more. Then a relative of ours told us he had some money set aside for me to go to medical school and that was what my mother wanted. She told me the only way to be a righteousness man was to become a doctor...Or a surgeon."

You sit up and take Johnny's face with your hand and turn him to face you.

"Johnny. There are men who do all sorts of jobs from being a dishwasher to being a surgeon. And nobody's just anything! A man who is a blacksmith or cook is just as righteous. Besides, isn't being righteous a little overrated?" You shrug and Johnny's half closed eyes look you over and he feels in awe of you and your quick wit and how you can simplify even the most difficult of topics.

He takes your hands and kisses them repeatedly and enjoys how you don't pull away.

"I have never thought about it like that." He responds. Your perception of life doesn't include feeling guilty over past mistakes or sins...You see the world through a different lens; a lens that doesn't notice the flaws in a person, but you see instead what makes them unique and you view each person as an individual. In fact, that is something Ike Clanton pointed out once to Ringo and a few other cowboys; "she talks to me real nice. I feel like...I don't know like she's hearin' what I'm sayin'," Ike comments.

"She treats you like a person," Ringo reflects and Ike adds, "yeah! That's it. She don't treat us like we're bad men. She always asks how I'm doin,'" Ike concludes.

And now Johnny Ringo has you in his arms and he doesn't want to let go. He is feeling an overwhelming sense of....

Relief...

"You really think so?" He asks, still stroking your hair.

"Of course.. What's so great about being righteous, it's so stifling and ineffective. Being right doesn't build homes for orphans. A love for children and a love of making a difference changes lives. Even a demon can quote scripture when it suits their needs."

Ringo's eyes hold your loving gaze and the words that fall from your mouth give him almost as much comfort as your touch. His mind replays what you said over and over. "Even a demon can quote scripture." Ringo's mother never said anything like that and he never thought of it that way.

Johnny looks at you and can't take his eyes off of you. Your words surround him like an unfamiliar blanket that somehow feels comforting.

"I would have finished... School I mean."

"The war," you whisper.

Ringo nods. "I had to return to Missouri and help my cousins the Youngers. They took me in while I was attending school in Liberty. I got close to Cole, Jim and John, their father. In fact, I spent holidays with them." Johnny smiles while remembering his days at the Younger plantation. After a five course dinner, drinks were served in a sitting room that occupied over 2,000 square feet. A large dance floor decorated a large part of the room and a bar was erected near a few tables and chairs. Large and lavish sofas sat lazily on the back wall and during parties those sofas usually had a few lovely ladies conversing and waiting to dance with one of the charming Younger brothers.

"When the Yankees came through, they burned our farm and then they rode up to take care of the James and the Youngers. Jesse James' mother lost her arm during a raid after the war when Pinkerton's came looking for Frank and Jesse. The sad thing was their half brother, Archie died and well, Mrs. James lost her arm." He puts his head down.

"I attended Archie's funeral. Mama James was forced to watch Frank and Jesse bury her little Archie. She was already a force to be reckoned with, but the war and Archie's death just...She was never the same. None of us were."

"Oh Johnny!" You sit up and kiss his lips and then motioned for you to put your head back on his chest so he could continue talking to you.

He holds you tight, wanting to show his appreciation for you being there and for letting him unload in you. He stops for a moment and feels guilty for not listening to your story about your experience during and after the war. He knows you come from a Confederate family and that you like so many others watched the oppression of the Yankees destroy your way of life.

"I can't imagine how Frank and Jesse must have felt. They weren't there that night..."

"Johnny..." You whisper. "The Yankees.. they took...". You lower your shaking head and then hold Ringo close.

"They took everything," you mention, your voice just above a whisper.

"When I returned to the Ringo farm, I saw that those Yankees took everything. The house was burned and all the animals were gone. I had no idea where my mother or brothers were and didn't find out until I got a letter from Cole Younger."

"Gosh, Johnny." You begin stroking his hand.

"I rode off with Cole, Bob and Jim Younger and we caught up with the James boys. Then I met Charlie Quantrill and we operated as guerillas killing Jayhawks."

Johnny once again waits for you to show your shock or disgust and once more, you responded with compassion.

"What happened to the Youngers? I know Jesse James is no longer with us."

"Yes," Ringo answers. "Shot and killed by Bob Ford. "Jesse was shot in the back. As far as I know, Frank wasn't there."

Ringo stops for a moment.

"I didn't rob the trains or banks like they did. Jesse loved the hit the railroads especially. They were a force to be reckoned with for a long time. Then, they tried to rob a bank in Northfield, Minnesota and the townspeople gathered together and fought back. Frank and Jesse got away, but Cole and his brothers are serving time at Stillwater."

Johnny sighs and lifts your head. He kisses you gently and then motions for you to lay your head on his chest again.

"Well, I did kill a lot people, YN." He waits for your answer, his heart beating so loudly, he's afraid you'll hear it.

"The war did that to you, Johnny." You whisper softly.

He holds you tight and lets out a long sigh of relief, as if he'd just let go of a heavy object. The heaviness of his burdens pulls on his heart and sometimes, he's up all night, his mind racing about everything he could have done differently.

"Then I was driving cattle for Stapleton who operates the Double O. And I met Curly Bill and the Clanton brothers. I knew I was destined to ride with them for a while."

"Curly Bill is funny," you say, smiling.

"Yeah he is," Ringo chuckles. "He's usually laughing about something or making others laugh. He's also got a real nice side most people don't know about. He's a little awkward socially, but it doesn't stop him from socializing."

Ringo laughs out loud, thinking about his friend. "When I first met Old Curly, I didn't think much of him. I thought he was awkward, loud and full of jokes. He really likes to get a rise out of people. He's also one of the bravest men I know. Unless he's around women that are of substance. Not parlor queens, I mean. Then you'd see a different side of that old cowboy." Ringo laughs. "In fact, I've never seen a man so uneasy around women. He thinks he's a real ladies man." Ringo chuckles again. "Well, I guess if he lays that old charm he's known for, he feels he may get a bite. He wants women and well just about everyone to notice him, but often goes about it wrong. Sometimes I think Curly laughs everything off to hide the hurt in his heart. The war did things to him too." Ringo lets out a sigh and continues. "But he's a reliable man who gets real shy around pretty women." Ringo chuckles again. You laugh, thinking how funny it is that someone as tough as Curly Bill would suddenly become weak in the knees when he sees a pretty face.

"We did lots of stealing, YN." He waits for you to pull away, but you stay with your head on his chest. Johnny feels a strong sense of relief that you're still willing to spend time with him after everything he's confessed so far.

You look into his eyes, that look full of shame and guilt and your eyes become windows that lead to a heart that truly cares for him and is not disgusted by his past. Ringo recalls courting a young woman named Grace Reilly. When Grace learned that Ringo had been arrested for riding the Quantrill, she came to visit the gunslinger while he was in prison. When he confessed to Grace about his deeds, she responded by putting a hand over her open mouth and crying while reciting a prayer. She admonished Ringo and told him to stop committing sins and that he deserved to be in jail. Ringo recalls how he put his head against the bars of the jail while he watched Grace look at him with such digust, it ripped at his already broken heart. The lives he took...The people he felt he betrayed...The rejection he felt from his family. How he seemed to disappoint everyone that ever meant anything to him. And he remembers the conversation he had with Grace because he words had been etched in his mind.

"Why, Johnny? Why did you do all those terrible things!?" "Because I am what I am, Grace. I am everything everyone says I am."

"I never want to see you again, Johnny! You disgust me!"

When Grace left that day, Ringo felt he had lost his lst chance to get out from under his own darkness. She was the last decent woman he he ever had his life and with her gone, he lost all hope of ever living as a respectable man. He came to accept that he was a hellbound man full of sadness...A suffocating depression that chocked his heart like a noose of brokenness.

And when Johnny Ringo met you, that darkness inside of him began clearing like storm clouds disapearing due to the bursts of sunlight.

Johnny Ringo, maybe even for the first time, did not feel his heart being pulled or crushed. He feels peaceful whenever he is around you...He feels alive. Like when a person comes out of a deep sleep full of nightmares and awakens to the rythm of beauty.

You kiss him on the cheek which stirs a smile from him and he turns so he can look at your beautiful face and feel the warmth of your heart.

"I never told anybody all of this. I knew they knew me. I'm tired of being Johnny Ringo, deadly gunfighter, outlaw, rustler and killer. I want to change." He looks intenty at you.

"Johnny, I don't think I'd like you any other way." You offer a warm smile. "I like you how you are. So much more to you, Johnny! I see so much good in you!"

Johnny Ringo begins to sob, almost uncontrollably. No one has ever said those words to him; not even the Sunday school girls who used to take turns staring at him. They would flirt and smile at him and take turns talking to the mysterious boy who sat in church across from them. He can recall their innocent gazes and the obvious curiosity they shared about him. And before the chaos of the war, Ringo did in fact lose his innocence to one of them. He longed for that connection with a woman for so long, but couldn't find it and the more he moved through life killing and stealing, the idea that he could fall in love again and feel the comfort of a woman's touch without it becoming a business transaction slowly turned to a distant dream.

With you now, he feels that longing stir inside him.

"I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

The bright sun was extinguish’d, and the stars

Did wander darkling in the eternal space,

Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth

Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;

Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day …"

Johnny Ringo closes his eyes, but his tears burst through. "That's Lord Byron, YN and this is how my heart has felt for so long." His voice decends into a whisper.

Johnny's words pierce your heart; you can feel the goodness in him and when the two of you embrace each other again, he can feel the love flowing from you.

After several moments of holding you, he releases and sits up. "I am forever grateful to you, YN. You cannot imagine what you mean to me."

"Oh, Johnny! You can't imagine what you mean to me! I care about you so much. I am so happy you're here with me. We can put the war behind us and just leave!"

"Maybe California has a lot to offer," he declares. "I don't think I am meant to do much else besides farming or cowboying."

"What about Curly Bill and all the others?" You beg.

"Curly would be the first person to tell me to take you away and leave everything behind. I hope Curly Bill retires in Mexico like he always said he wanted to. I can imagine him sipping mescal while sitting on his front porch while his beautful wife sits on his lap and he can imagine the life he will buld with her." Ringo smiles. "That's the future he always said he wanted."

"Do you want to leave Arizona, Johnny?"

"Not without you." He affirms. "Maybe one day we'll sneak away like bandits in the middle of the night." Johnny jokes. You smile sheepishly back at him and stand up, stretching yourself. He stands up and you look into each other's eyes and then you both look out the window to see the sun is coming out.

"YN," Ringo begins. "With you by my side I can do anything. I know I can."

"So, we'll mount up on your horse and run away," you chime while straddling the couch as if it were a horse. Ringo laughs and gets on the couch in front of you and you lay your head on his shoulder. He pantomimes the rythmic movement of riding. You hold his waist and he shouts, "giddyap now!" You both giggle at your silliness and then he pretends to pull his reigns in. "Hold on now, this horse goes fast!" Johnny snickers, loving how you're playing along with him. You move to face him, your legs now straddled around him. You wrap your legs around him and the of you share a soft kiss.

"YN, you changed my life and for the first time since I can remember, I don't want to die." He kisses you again, this time cupping your face intensly and then he finishes his soft peck gently and then kisses your nose.

"Johnny!" You begin to weep and he wipes your eyes. "Johnny, please stay with me. Just stay with me." You look out the window at the rain that still beats against your windows accompanied by strong gusts of wind and booming thunder.

"Come..." You take his hand and lead him to your room. Ringo follows, enthusiastically, hoping you will give yourself to him.

#tombstone movie #tombstone cowboys #johnny ringo stories #johnny ringo fanfiction #tombstone movie fanfiction #fanfiction johnny ringo

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TC!JK They all were told to stand on one side of the room so that the Prince could examine them properly.

Yn was a little nervous cause she was about to be in front of him. What if he chooses her? She doesn't even know what he looks like.

There are so many of them here so she prays that he picks his maid before he even gets to her.

She has heard a lot about the cruel things that have happened to maids before. The things that people in authority do to them and she's scared that she will meet the same fate if she were to be chosen.

Just as the guard informs about his arrival all the chatters die down and they all have their heads down.

The doors open and he enters with an old lady she has seen before but never had the chance to see up close.

“There’s so many, I just need one.” she hears him say to that old woman. His voice is just as commanding as his aura.

He was walking around observing them all when he stopped in front of her.

“That one… I want that one.”

Her? Is he really talking about her?

Surprised she looks up and meets his eyes.

He-his....eyes. They look just like his. But it can't be him no, his had innocence and warmth in them. These eyes that she's looking at right now don't hold that same innocence that her Jungwon once had.

Her bubble bursts and she quickly lowers her gaze to the ground. She's afraid she might be punished for looking at his face.

He then exits the room and all the noises resume.

“She's so lucky.”

“I wonder what's so great about her.”

“I know right! She's not even that pretty to be picked.”

She can hear all these things coming her way but she doesn't care this is nothing compared to what she's heard before.

Dami also wasn't pleased with his decision as she was quite verbal about her desire for that position.

The lady who was earlier with the Prince comes into the room and tells Yn to come with her.

Jungkook cannot not believe that it’s you.

You are that flower shop, girl, YN. The girl he met in the forest is so many times the girl who asked him if he was OK when he was crying..

You asked him when no one else did

And now that he’s chosen to be his personal maid, he feels a little at ease because you are someone familiar

Jungkook cannot help but pace around his chamber, he made a great decision, “ahh..” he exclaims, taking his robe off.

Tonight has been a big night and he just wants to sleep now but he knows that he has to acknowledge you so you can understand or duties better

Once the door to his chamber room opens with his permission, Isuel is there with you, you who seems to be so nervous.

You bow, like Isuel and he nods.

“I hope you understand your duties.. and now I’m going to take a bath, so please make sure that my chamber is all ready for my sleep.”

#ask: tc!jungkook

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parallel-selfs · 2 years ago

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Born As The Other in Twst (Book 5)

Gets Grim in her coat and booties. Walks pass the Fairest Queen statue and stares at it. I have a bad feeling.

Jumps at Crowley popping up, curses under his breath. "As long as you don't use all of the money on only tuna."

Dislikes Vil's attitude towards Epel. Then gets disappointed by the girls fighting. He leans against the gymnasium's wall and keeps an eye on them. "Kalim, you shouldn't make Jamil to do things she didn't agree to."

"Have you meet yourself?"

He sighs and approaches Leona to apologize and ask where Rook is. Jumps again and clenches his fists in annoyance. (Seek beauty and support it? Andrew is next to be stalked.) This blonde is suspicious.

He's playing as the supportive brother for their audition. "Can people stop scaring me?" Takes note of the name Malleus, then ask the girls after the audition about the dorm name and if anyone has M.D. and horns.

She looks like that girl in my dream.

Andrew almost died by an arrow. "Why are they asking for me?" Stays out of the fights between dorms. Crowley makes repairs in the dorm only because of the training camp, Andrew is annoyed by that.

Takes the box and turns it away from Vil. Shrugs and places the box in the fridge to have later. He raises a brow at Epel and Vil's conversation about an agreement. Doesn't like Vil's harshness.

Finally, a real freaking meal. (Steals a box of apple juice.) The manager gets some skin care, ("You have a nice face, take care of it.") Pokes Kalim's cheeks.

Grim enters Andrew's room to complain when they hear Kalim. They meet her outside and talk, Grim getting sent inside from Andrew as he continues to talk to Kalim.

Another movie. I can't read the name though.

"What are you doing?" Sits down at the corner and asks for a fork and the cake. Isn't bothered by Vil showing up, but panics at the girls falling to the floor. Andrew gets angry and stands his ground against Vil. (It was a stern type anger than a burning anger like Alice.) After Vil leaves, he picks up the girls one by one and place them in bed.

This child needs therapy. "My situation is different, Kalim."

Andrew grows angry with Vil's attitude towards Epel. (This Epel wants to be tougher and not seemed as a delicate flower because people often underestimated her and thinks she's weak from her appearance.) Andrew runs after Epel after saying, "Vil. You disappoint me."

During the two months, Andrew displays some pettiness towards Vil by doing what he wants and ignoring her complains. Alice was full-on petty.

One night, he looks through his notes on the overblots and Great Seven to find any clues. He thinks on the Great Seven and how his dreams about them were similar to movies in his world. He writes down which movie is similar to which Great Seven, then looks at the overblots' names. Each dorm so far has a student overbloting and I had dreams of the person who the dorm is based on. Each person is a dorm leader, except for Jamil. He pauses and turns to his door.

Goes outside and gives the tickets to Malleus. His heart flutters at hearing his name.

Carries the cat to ensure she doesn't run off and eat. Compliments the group building the stage. Lesson on more of the school and the world itself. "Actually, no. My world has magic but it's very different than yours."

Wait, the seven dwarfs?!

Cater finds the nickname Emerald cute and is curious who this lucky girl is. Riddle, chill.

Andrew grows confused at seeing the image of a poison apple, questioning why is he seeing it when he's awake. He remembers the storyline to the movie similar to the Fairest Queen, then his heart sinks. He looks over Vil walking downstairs and runs after her.

"Something bad is going to happen."

(How Andrew would have handled the situation is same as Alice. The only difference is Andrew would carry Vil upstairs. I say that as a half joke.)

Throws Grim onto the carpet, then jumps on. Defenses Kalim's decision. Runs off stage and hides just for his shelter to have a hole blew through it. Running around and dodging magic attacks, getting shot in the arm and hitting the deck when Deuce uses her unique magic.

He gets up and goes over to the group when the memories fade away from his sight. He stands over Vil and picks her in his arms to cradle her until she wakes. When she does, she nuzzles into him and grips his shirt at seeing what she has done.

"Oh, hello Emerald." Yes, he knows who this is and gives the same validation Alice gave to her Malleus, with slight difference.

Disappointment at NRC losing, then glares at Grim for her only care for tuna.

"Grim, go to your room. I want to sit in silence for awhile."

"I'm not 100% sure... I have an idea, but I don't want to talk about it."

Andrew goes to Grim to introduce her to Mickey and finds she's missing. He looks around the dorm and find no cat monster, then images of the black carriage and a creature flash in front of his eyes. He runs back to Mickey and tells him he has to leave, bolting out of the dorm to search for Grim.

On the purple stage is Grim, but her voice sounds off as he approaches and calls her name. She turns and attacks him, scratching up his thigh, then running off. He heads back to the dorm to bandage his wound while calling Crowley to tell her what just happened.

"Something is very wrong. Grim just attacked me."

#twst born as the other #andrew

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thelost-in-time · 3 years ago

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I can never think of things for requests but uhhh... Maybe taking care of their siblings together with them or smth? With Xiao (and Qiq), Albedo and Childe and... Whoever else you'd like? 👀

I love this, thanks Jupe 💛

You always here and I appreciate you.

"Come here you little rascal."

Helping Xiao, Albedo and Childe babysit take care of their younger siblings.

Hide and seek with Teucer as Childe Bumps into you while looking for Teucer, you two on the ground.

Warnings: None this time :D

Featuring: Qiqi, Klee and Teucer

Xiao

You had stepped onto the balcony of Wangshu Inn to meet Xiao, but found him speaking with Baizhu as Qiqi held his hand.

"Oh! Just in time! I've just assigned Xiao over here to babysit Qiqi."

Baizhu called out to you, his eyes sparkling with mischief as Xiao grumbled.

"She's my sister. I'd hardly call looking after her babysitting. If anything, you're the babysitter."

Xiao huffed as Baizhu ignored him and walked away, shoving you towards Xiao as he did.

"Big sibling is here. And big brother Xiao too. Now Qiqi is happy."

Qiqi said as Xiao caught you, wrapping her arms around you both in an attempt to hug you two.

"Of course, Qiqi! I love being around you!"

You said with a smile, shooting Xiao a look of gratitude for catching you as the group hug ended.

If you say you hate Qiqi just for her ruining your 50/50, this isn't about the 50/50. This is a big brother loving his little sister.

"Qiqi wants coconut milk."

Qiqi said, tugging on Xiao's sleeve before he picked her up to carry her.

"I've go it right here."

Xiao said, his tone gentle as he handed her the coconut milk from... a container or glass

Leave me alone, I don't go near coconuts.

"You two are such cute siblings."

You remarked as Xiao smiled gently at you.

"Well, Qiqi is important to me, and I adore her. It's only fair that I take care of my younger sister."

Xiao tells you as you both glance at Qiqi, who was silently drinking her coconut milk.

"Qiqi wants to go flower picking. Qiqi wants to give flowers to Bigh brother and big sibling."

Qiqi said, glancing at you and Xiao after drinking the coconut milk and getting down from Xiao's arms.

Eventually, after Xiao told you and Qiqi he would take you two flower picking, you arrived at a beautiful spot.

"I come here all the time to clear my mind."

Xiao tells you as he follows Qiqi to make sure she doesn't get hurt while picking flowers.

"It's beautiful."

You tell him with a smile before Qiqi hands you a Qingxing flower.

"Big brother Xiao says you are more beautiful than—"

Qiqi couldn't even finish before Xiao gently pat her head to divert her attention.

"Qiqi, let me know if you want more coconut milk."

He tells her, the tips of his ears as red as a Jueyun Chili along with his face.

As Qiqi goes back to flower picking, you bumped your shoulders against Xiao's.

"What was that~?"

You ask him in a teasing voice as he coughed, his face even redder as he avoided eye contact with you.

"You look like a puppy."

"What?"

"You're adorable."

With that, he placed a hand on one of your cheeks and leaned close, kissing your other cheek before going after Qiqi again.

You were now the Jueyun Chili.

Albedo

"Albedo, I'm he—"

You didn't even finish your sentence as you walked in on Albedo helping Klee to paint something.

You smiled as you saw them, leaning against the doorframe while crossing your arms.

"Oh, you're here."

Albedo said, looking at you with a fond look reserved for only you and Klee.

"Big sibling! Big brother is helping me to paint!"

Klee exclaimed with exclaimed with excitement as she rushed to hug you, dried paint smeared on her smock.

You chuckled as you hug her back, noticing the dried paint on her arms as well while Albedo was free of paint.

Almost.

He had some paint on his cheek.

"How did this happen?"

You ask, reaching over to wipe the red paint off his cheek.

Albedo looked at the paint before looking at Klee, who was trying to hold back a giggle.

"Take a guess."

Albedo said, half teasingly as he gently pinched Klee's nose, the girl letting out a laugh.

"Oh, Klee."

You say with a chuckle as you shake your head in amusement before glancing at their paintings.

Klee seemed to be painting Dodoco, herself, Albedo and you together.

Albedo had a painting of you and him together, holding Klee's hands as she stood between you two.

"Join us, my love. I'll help you if you need me to."

Albedo said, gently reaching to hold your hand before kissing the back of your hand.

Your face turning a shade of pink, you nodded with a smile as you saw Klee's hopeful smile.

"Of course. I could never disappoint Klee, and it would be nice to spend time with you two."

You say with a chuckle as you allow Klee to drag you over to the canvases.

Albedo then set out another canvas as he helped you start your painting.

Of course, all was going well until Klee started a paint fight

She made one of her bombs into a paint bomb and exploded paint everywhere.

Well, you two have a mess to clean up, but it somehow managed to make great art.

Klee, the explosive artist

Albedo, the experienced artist

And you who was happy to spend time with them

Childe

"Teucer, where—"

Childe was about to finish his question, running around before bumping into you

"Ugh. What's the issue?"

You ask him as he scrambled to get off you while you rubbed your head.

"Sorry, comrade. Teucer and I are playing hide and seek and I'm trying to find him before he gets hurt."

Childe told you, laughing nervously as he helped you up, inspecting you for injuries caused by him

"Teucer snuck here again?"

You ask him with a soft sigh, yet a gentle smile made itself onto your face.

"Yup. At least I'm on a leave."

Childe let out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed his face, starting to walk with you.

"Well, I'll help you find him before he gets hurt."

You tell him, noticing a destroyed Ruin Guard, no doubt destroyed by Childe before Teucer came.

"Thank you, comrade. Greatly appreciated."

Childe said with a grin as he gently ruffles your hair, ignoring the groan that slipped passed your lips.

"Of c—"

Now you were the one who couldn't finish your sentence as Teucer gave himself away.

"Ajax's significant other!"

Teucer exclaimed with excitement as he quickly hugged you, Childe looking offended.

"Come here you little rascal."

Childe told Teucer, trying to grab the kid before he ran off once again, starting a game of tag.

"Teucer!"

You and Childe yelled in sync, seeing the boy almost slip and hurt himself.

Luckily he caught himself and kept running

"Let's go."

You say with a sigh as you both sprinted after Childe, you struggling to keep up.

"So slow. Let me help."

Childe said, carrying you bridal style as he continued to chase Teucer.

Eventually you did catch him before he got too far, as he ran out of breath.

Childe set you down, and you Childe and Teucer just watched the clouds after that.

Until Teucer asked something to make you two blush.

"When's the wedding?"

End

#genshin x y/n #genshin x you #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao x gender neutral reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #xiao x reader #genshin albedo x reader #albedo x you #albedo x y/n #albedo x reader #albedo kreideprinz x you #albedo kreideprinz x reader #childe x reader #childe x gender neutral reader #genshin childe x reader #xiao x gn reader

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code-name-wraith · 3 years ago

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Do you still take requests? I’ve had a valorant pair on my mind I haven’t seen anything of which is Skye x Yoru. Could I request Headcannons from you? Either platonic or romantic idc

• yoru loves an assertive, dominant person as much as he loves the kind that bows down to him. its like, his ideal type. no, i don't take questions or reccomendations, so when she snaps at him for calling her flower-girl, he can't help but call her that again and again until she's fuming. he loves messing with people as much as jett does, which is saying something.

• "didn't know you could be the same color as your hair, flower girl," he smirks, looking down his nose at her. he gets suplexed. he looks like a twig compared to her, so naturally this isn't difficult, and yoru is left in shambles on the floor. good riddance.

• she 100% gets him a bouquet of flowers and he doesn't know how to feel about it. "all fresh-picked, so you better enjoy 'em," she huffs as she strides away, not even sparing a second look to him when he flushes bright red. he damn near crushes the stems with his grip, but he shivers at the thought of what she'd do if she found her gift on the ground. so he begrudgingly takes it into his room, shoves the poor things into a vase and slams the door shut.

• he doesn't know how to take care of plants. are you crazy? he doesn't even know how much water these things need. and by some miracle, he keeps them alive, probably watching it for an entire day before he decides its okay to leave on its own. he doesn't know when he started caring so much about her opinion, but he does, and it's ticking him off. the flowers have nothing to do with it (they have everything to do with it), therefore don't deserve his wrath.

• (source: "skye that was... ehem. that was pretty good." skye thinks he's all talk. yoru doesn't humble himself, or so she knows him as, but those words are the most honest he could possibly muster.)

• "didn't know ya liked flowers," she teases him with his own words, punching his shoulder playfully and shoving a few hairs out of place, and the tips of his ears turn red. "how about i keep getting 'em for you?" she takes his flustered silence as a yes, and he swears to god she's doing this on purpose, but he looks at her grin that looks like the fucking sun and he can't tell anymore. "then, hows a rubber plant? good for beginners, keeps the air fresh, yeah?"

• yoru doesn't understand plant talk, but he holds his tongue and listens, and ends up with a bruise on his other shoulder, another plant, and wondering what the hell just happened.

#valorant #yoru valorant #valorant yoru #yoru #yoru x skye #skye x yoru #skye valorant #valorant skye #yokye #valorant yokye

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freindly-neighbourhood-anarchist · 4 years ago

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☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

« `` •"𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞~"• ´´ »

☼︎ ☀︎︎ʀᴇɴɢᴏᴋᴜ ᴋʏᴏᴜᴊᴜʀᴏᴜ☀︎︎ ☼︎

Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .��༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

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