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~ RED

Summary ~ Mason never thought that you would go with a man like him. He thought you would go with someone who would do everything under your step. He just wishes that was him.

A/N ~ hello lovely's another story that came to my mind it's like catfish and the bottlemen one for mase ❤️ sadly I've been through a toxic relationship twice and honestly the better way to help is put it through to the characters.

Warnings ~ toxic relationships

Word count ~ ?

Pairing ~ mason mount x reader

location? ~ manchester

Taglist | masterlist

~ Does he meet you with heart-shaped balloons Offer you everything and never pull through Does he love what you've done with the place?

Mason never thought you would date a guy like him he thought you would be more for the men who fall at your feet the minute you step in. The men who buy you flowers whenever you are feeling down. The men who buy you red heart-shaped balloons for any specific day, however, Mason had to watch this one man tear your heart apart repeatedly, making stupid excuses for not making dates or hanging around with your close friends .

constantly seeing you in tears on his doorstep, cleaning up the mess he made. constantly giving you all the hugs that you truly need. he sometimes wished that he was the man for you but he didn't have any guts to tell you before the dickhead came along and all he can see is red when your near him. seeing you happy when you are with him makes mason feel in a type of way maybe jealous? Or the fact that his best friend is being treated the way know one should be treated.

but sometimes, the countless conversations that you and Mason have had you never seem to listen to is it because you're scared of what he can do? because Mason has seen the constant toxic texts between you guys. and he does wish he can just be honest and say leave him but he knows that cant exactly happen because like you he's been through it so only what he can do is sit and help you when you most needed it.

Mason was settled in his bed, the darkness surrounding him. The only light is the moon shining through the blinds ever so slightly. His breathing only noise he can hear. His sleeping was just a no-go. Worried about his best friend yet again she was out with a few friends and her boyfriend but with what happened in the past when you went out with him before. and you came running to his house. he knows that it will most likely happen again. tossing and turning from each side of the bed, checking his phone every 2 minutes to see if you messaged him, but with no messages from you, he's starting to get worried wondering if he should phone you but maybe that was a little stupid mason thought she knows if you was in any trouble to just call him and he will be at your feet quicker than he can be. usually you guys will text back and forth when your on a night out with your friends because he knows how much big places and people fucks with your anxiety but maybe your actually enjoying yourself for once in your life even though you are with him.

sighing grabbing his phone from the night stand from across from him checking his notifications with no texts or phone calls from you he diverted his attention to his Instagram pulling up your account seeing nothing posted yes he does feel like a stalker but honestly he cares so much about you and where you are on this earth because hell do anything if you ever get hurt. putting his phone back on the night stand lying on his back looking up to his ceiling.

You was sitting on your table at the back of the night club alone once again sometimes you wonder why you actually come out with your friends because it always ends up with you sitting alone with all their stuff while they go on the dance floor and put their hands on any man that will want them but this time round your boyfriend came and it has been awhile since you both went out with each other but you know deep down he didn't go out for you or even to meet your friends its because his friends was here too and your probably wondering where he was well hes on his friends table not even bothering to come over or even bothering to offer you a drink. Sometimes you do wonder why you still with him but its when he actually acts like a boyfriend but you know deep down its all wrong and hes just holding onto you for no reason at all. just like you are with him but your just holding onto hope that this man will change out of his 15 year old body.

looking down at your phone wondering if you just should ring Mason and ask for a lift and get out of this forsaken club but maybe the poor man is sleeping you have been waking him up recently with either calls or knocking on his door in tears because of this stupid man but you know deep down you do this to yourself. looking back at your boyfriend's table, seeing him not there anymore looking around the club seeing your friends attached to different men. then there he was his arms wrapped around another girl's body jumping up from the table and running towards him "What the fuck" you shouted over the loud music grabbing the girl and shoving her to the side "What?" he said generally confused "are you serious right now im your girlfriend and you do this here in front of my friends are you serious" pushing your hands into his chest making him stumble over a little. the girl walks away back to her friend's table terrified of what she's walked into. " Well, I don't like you anymore. You're annoying. you're always needy. In fact, why don't you go to that man what he called? Mason, you seemed more cosey with him" making you a little shocked at what came out of his mouth got more annoyed at the fact that he brought Mason up "You know what you're a prick anyway I don't know why I stayed with you your just a toxic dickhead whenever I tried to invite you to my friends you always seemed to have 50 reasons on why you don't wanna go and that causes more arguments than none oh and their it is again bringing mason up again. and trying to stop me from hanging around with him because he is a male friend what a low blow I can have friends that are male you know" you bite back you knew you shouldn't bring up an old subject and sink to his level but sometimes unspoken words needed to come out looking back at the so-called man wanting to punch him in the face but you knew that would cause more of a scene than it is right now thankfully the music was a lot higher so everyone in the club couldn't hear your screaming match. 

walking back to your table, grabbing your handbag, not caring about your friends' stuff for once. not bothering to tell your friends what happened or where you we're going walking out of the club and into the dark nights your coat hanging from your shoulders. your bare legs feeling the cold that the night breaths, your ears still ringing from the music within the club but one thing you knew your shoulders that has been weighed down for a while well since you've been dating Ben has felt a lot of weight has been pulled off from them

sighing a little grabbing your phone out of your bag unlocking it seeing the last message mason sent you before you went into the club usually you guys do text back and forth but because you was with Ben you really didn't want any arguments specially near your friends but in the end shit happens and you was thankful that your friends was far away as possible quickly sending Mason a text you awake? not wanting to ring him straight away. Mason responded really quickly, not wanting to text him again, pulling up his contacts, and after the first ring, he picked up. " You okay?" he expressed not giving you a chance to even say your hellos "um something happened is their anyway you can pick me up i know your at training tomorrow but i don't even want to be here anymore" mason quickly shut your rambling up " i'm on my way please stand near any security guards what club you at" mason knew not to ask why you wanted to be picked up he knew you would just tell him when you are ready and to be honest that's why you loved him. looking up at the club sign, " odd fellows," you quickly replied, hearing masons, car keys jingling down the phone, and doors shutting "alright my love, I'll be their find a safe place" mason replied.

deep down you never thought about mason in that way not even when you first met him at your friends house who dated his best friend Ben he was a proper sweetheart then but the more you guys hanged around with each other there was something there between you guys but you honestly didn't know what it could be but quite frankly you was dumb when people gave you signs hence why you ended up meeting Ben. but when you come to think about it how many times mason stopped everything he planned to come get you, how many times he stayed with you when you was upset or needed a hug Mason was always there for you never once saying a bad thing about you. but with constant bad relationships, you just honestly thought that was normal, but when Mason came into your life, you knew it wasn't. and maybe deep down, you did like the man you just really didn't know how to feel or even how to tell Mason. you just wished that people would meet you with heart-shaped balloons. Offer you everything. but you know, and i know that. that happens in stupid love stories books and Disney films. This is real life.

seeings masons urban range rover car slowly pull up.walking towards it opening his passenger door " hello love" his soft voice making you feel instantly at ease again his bed hair a little bit messy " hello" you softly replied hopping into his passenger seat smiling at him a little. Mason made sure that you had your seat belt on before pulling away and driving to his house. Why didn't i look at all the signs before? he was a very attractive man from his blonde streaks in his mousy brown hair to his prickle beard yes you did find that attractive in men looking at mason at the corner of your eye the way he drives you find that attractive but why didn't you even try with mason when you started talking? why didn't your idiot mind show you the signs now instead of two years ago? but sometimes things are for reasons. "You okay?" mason brought you of your deep conversations inside your mind looking at him then the dark roads the street lights lighting it up " yeah, yeah i am" you smiled looking at him once again seeing him smiling did something to your heart.

Pulling into masons drive way. getting out of his car, it has been a while since you been to his house the drive way been updated, and a little much bigger gates kept the house more private away from people looking into his windows and garden. a coded entry near the gate that his family and him only having it a built in letter box underneath the coded box so post can still come to him " come on my love" mason softly spoken grabbing your hand pulling you away from his car when he noticed that you wasn't following behind him leading you into his front door that he already opened when you wasn't concentrating. his warmth instantly radiating off onto you, making you feel instantly warm inside . Mason leading you into his lounge the floor lamp still slowly lit making it a cozy atmosphere "do you want anything to drink" mason asked softly letting go of your hand "um a cup of tea please" you answered slightly upset that he let go of your hand slowly sitting down on the sofa behind you watching mason walk to his kitchen. grabbing the TV remote, turning his TV on.

Mason loved it when you instantly made yourself home. something deep down wishes it was an forever thing but he doesn't want to jeopardize on what you both have looking at you through the open plan connecting his kitchen to the lounge watching you settled on his couch watching the program that you both watch on your Netflix and to be fair hes getting addictive too even though he said that he wasn't really into murder documentaries. Mason knew when you wasn't your self though the smile from your face instantly vanished always constantly messing with the bottom of your jumper and you only do it when your nervous and that will be out of the equation or when your feeling a bit down.

stepping out from the kitchen and into the living room, walking towards where you are sitting on his couch "whats wrong? You haven't been yourself since we came here. You've been more in a daze ?" he asked quietly not wanting to scare you since he knows you was too far into your own mind placing the two cups on the coffee table sitting next to you "we've broken up" you said your tone matching his from before looking at each other "what happened because i know deep down you liked the guy through all his toxicity?" he asked not sure why you actually broken up i mean he is pleased that he heard them words from you because he wasn't sure himself that this day would ever come "he had a girl wrapped around him and i guess that's what made me snap and i said some things that needed to be said tonight which i am proud of myself i never thought that i would even do it but i guess something overpowered me i just wish i did it ages ago" you replied honestly looking at mason then back down at your feet.

deep down, you were happy. Yes, you were upset that it happened the way it did, but something in you was telling you Ben wasn't the one for you it was the man next to you.

while mason was ecstatic that you've broken up with the dickhead he just wished he could change everything go back to when he met you 2 years ago.

Mason was at his friends girlfriends house all just sitting and watching the TV when he heard the front door go looking up from his phone and looking towards the front door seeing you stand their a smile smile upon your face your hair tide up in a pony tail. your brown eyes reflecting the lights in the living room and he instantly fell for you he just wished he told you then showing you what a true meaning of an relationship showing you stuff that no other man did giving you heart shaped balloons when he comes to meet you giving you everything. coming to all your events, but like nearly every man the minuet you gotten into a relationship, he put away everything he actually thought about you and just made sure you were okay in this relationship.

Your soft voice brought him out of his flash back, looking at you, wondering what you asked him. "You okay?" you asked again "yeah yeah I am just thinking about the time when we first met at your friends house" smiling at you softly bringing you into his chest kissing the back of your hair the smell of coconut instantly filling his nose from your shampoo grabbing your hand rubbing the back of your thumb making you feel safe.

"Mason, can I ask you something?" looking up at Mason and then back at your joint hands. "What my love?" "If you dated the wrong person for a while and you didn't know that the person who was your true everything was under your nose all along, what would you do?" Making masons heart jump can he cope with you falling out of his arms once again? Quite frankly he can't " I don't know my love I guess tell them?" Replying back to your question scared of what the outcome of this would be "well mason It's you I liked you and I feel stupid for even figuring it out yes I've just broken up a relationship but he was a dickhead he didn't give me what I wanted and only what he wanted he wasn't my forever but you you are" masons heart jumped grabbing your face softly "what did you say" not quietly believing on what he heard smile covering his face " I like you" you replied back again mimicking the smile mason has.

"I've been waiting for you to say that for awhile because I felt the same the minute you walked through that door you had my heart my love" kissing your cheek then placing kisses against your finger's instantly making you giddy inside the affection that you finally needed you had you was happy that you finally said what came to your mind. "What happens now" you asked looking at mason " well" mason paused "be abit stupid asking now since we both consfesed" making you giggle a little "but let's start this relationship In better way from here and forever" making you nod. "Here and forever". Mason pulling you in your lips connecting to each other your hearts making the exact pattern.

Your heads leaned into one side, both of your eyes shut. Only what you could feel was the softness of masons' lips. Pulling your hand away from masons hand putting it on his cheek strocking it a little both of you pulling away the love between each others eyes showing. You never thought that love would feel this way you never thought mason would be the one for you but stuff happens for a reason.

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Sun Blind

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Najma closed her eyes and steadied her breathing.

In the shade offered by the balcony above her, she stamped her feet and stretched her arms, twisting her back and bending her knees. She had ran around the arena twice before arriving at the entrance, and her skin was pleasantly flushed, her body loose. Her bare toes dug into the dry dirt under her feet, the bite of the marble stone walkway bisecting her foot, cold and rough compared to the fine grain of the dirt in the arena.

Cheers and cries of merchants filled the air around her as the people gathered in the stands awaited the show. Children laughed at the antics of the fools now dancing for their entertainment. Drunkards shouted for more wine and beer. Somewhere, one woman’s boisterous laugh carried over the rest. Horns trumpeted in the distance as a foot race concluded, and a cheer went up as the victor celebrated.

Najma tried to ignore it all as she shook out her arms. She bounced on the balls of her feet, balanced delicately on that edge of marble.

“Najma,” her brother called softly from just beside her, and her eyes popped open.

“What are you doing here?”

Zilan smiled slightly, his dark hair blowing in his face as a breeze picked up, carrying with it the scents of fried foods, unwashed bodies, and animal. Najma shivered at the scent of angry bull.

“I’ve come to wish you luck.” He held out a length of ribbon, brightly dyed and thin. She peered at it happily until he motioned for her to turn. She presented her back to him and felt him tying the ribbon into her tightly bound hair. The tips of the ribbon only just brushed her shoulders once he was done.

“I love the color,” she said, picking up the end and eyeing it. It wasn’t an expensive ribbon, but Zilan surely knew how likely she was to ruin it today, perhaps even lose it. But it was the thought that counted.

Red for luck.

She turned back to him, smiling up at him.

He had always been taller than her, as far back as her first memories, when he held her clutched in his arms, his heart pounding loudly against her ear as she cried for their parents. It had been so cold back then, in the dark and rain.

She shivered again, and he reached out and rubbed his hands down her arms. “You’re ready for this.”

“Mn,” she agreed. “I know I am.” Her heart was pounding as loud as his had on the night they lost their home, for a reason so far removed that she couldn’t hold the sadness in her heart.

She knew the sadness of their loss was never far from her brother’s thoughts, something that kept him going in troubled times, but he tried for her. He smiled at her confidence and nodded.

“I’ll be watching from up there,” he said, pointing above their heads. She bit her lip.

Up there, the rich could afford seats under a shade and servants to bring them food from the market without them having to brave the crush. She and Zilan were certainly not wealthy enough to place among them.

Their parents had been simple folk, weavers by trade, dead these past eleven years. They had escaped the raging waves of the untamed river that had swollen with freezing waters into the city with only the clothes on their backs with the other displaced peoples of the flood. Just a pair of orphans among the dozens of others, lost into the crowd of poor and hungry.

Zilan had been old enough to become an apprentice, and clever enough to hide his sister in his little room permitted to him by his master that they had survived, but Najma had to wonder how much of their luck was due to hard work and how much of it was due to Zilan’s loose morals.

She had seen him come home far too often beaten and bloodied.

He patted her shoulder and shook his head. “Just focus on your performance today.”

She nodded. “Be careful up there with the lofty types, hum? They’re far more dangerous than any thief with a knife in the dark alley.”

“And you beware of the horn!” He pinched her cheek like she was still a child. Whinging like a child, she pulled away, batting at his hand.

“I know Sap well! He will not harm me!”

Laughing and shaking his head, Zilan left to take his seat as horns within the arena sounded. Najma returned to her preparations, stretching and bouncing on her toes.

She wore little clothes, so as not to have anything that might catch and pull. She had bits of cloth wrapped around the length of her feet, leaving her heel and toes free. Her hair had been pulled up, secured with pins and ribbons. Beside her, two other young women also prepared for their own performances. Dressed similarly, the three of them were a little troupe of dancers that knew no rivals in the city.

The oldest of them was Selika, dark and tall. She was well muscled and limber, and had been dancing their dance since she was a child, as her father had been a master in his own time. Najma was only two years younger than her, and the third girl was much younger, coming only up to Najma’s shoulder, and Najma wasn’t tall at all.

Salima had been sold to Selika’s father as a serving maid when her mother died and her father found he didn’t have it in him to care about a girl child that couldn’t work the fields. Selika’s father was a decent man that raised Salima as his own, giving her his family name, and teaching her alongside Selika. When Najma appeared to watch the girls practice, the man had easily drew her into the lessons until she was a part of the little troupe as if she were their sister, too.

He had died two years ago, a cough that wouldn’t go away, so Selika had taken over the training, while their cousin, Atam, insisted on taking over the business end of her father’s business.

He wasn’t as decent. Salima now lived with Najma, and Selika hoarded away as much money as she could, out of his hands.

Salima jumped into the air, touching the tips of her fingers to her toes in the air, and a few children spotted her, cheering at the display of skill. Salima landed, her arms thrown up into the air, posed just right, back arched, feet planted. A louder cheer went up.

Two fools came running back toward them.

“Let’s go,” Selika said, then ran out into the arena. Najma followed, and she could feel Salima behind her.

Two steps out of the shade, the sun bore down on them and sweat beaded on her brow, but she ignored it all in favor of leaping into the air, her hands landing with a dull thud in the dirt. She shoved back to her feet, into another flip, and a third, hands nearly touching her heels with every flip.

She caught glimpses of Selika doing a similar trick, higher into the air than herself. Then she stopped just in time for Najma to flip onto her shoulders. She caught her balance and held her pose as Salima lightly skipped onto her back. She touched a hand to Najma’s shoulder, and Najma gripped her leg and lifted her into the air.

Salima waved to the crowd, drawing more cheers, before Najma dropped her leg and caught her by her arm pits and then let her to the ground. Selika threw her into the air, and Najma twisted into a spiral before landing sideways in her arms.

“Good,” Selika commented before setting her on her feet. Najma nodded to her before bouncing back into motion, kicking up into the air to the cheers around them.

Flip. Flip. Flip. Twist. Land and tumble under Salima’s flip. Climb Selika’s knee and flip. Catch Salima and throw. Pose. And breathe.

She looked over the crowd, but there were so many people she couldn’t quite tell one face from another, and the balcony was facing the sun.

Who had decided to make them face the sun?

She glanced at Selika and saw that she was also worried about the sun. Under the balcony, Najma could just make out the shape of Atam as he opened Sap’s pin, but the bull that exited wasn’t Sap.

He was an unfamiliar bull, and Najma stiffed as fear coursed down her spine. The bull scuffed the ground, his snorts sending up a plum of dust.

“That’s not Sap!” Salima cried, her voice high with terror.

“Salima,” Selika snapped. “You stay out of his sight.”

“But-”

“But nothing. You stay out of his sight. Keep the crowd entertained and distracted with your flips and tumbles.”

“Yes, xwişk.”

“Najma-”

“Let me do it.”

“You-”

“He’s too short for you. You’ll get injured if he tosses his head. I can do it.”

Selika sighed. “Okay. I’ll dance.”

Grimly nodding her head. Najma ran forward. She knew Selika would be running just beside her. Salima would be sure to flip around to the back of the bull where he couldn’t see her and would hopefully forget about her.

The first pass the two girls dodged his wide horns as he charged, and each flipped in a different direction as the bull turned to face them again.

From around her waist, Najma tugged free the red pennant that would draw the bull’s attention to her alone. With the dust and dirt in the air, the red wasn’t as vibrant as in the fields just outside the city, but the size and fluttering nature of the fabric was enough to keep him distracted.

Selika kept pace with her as she raced toward the bull again, but once more they diverged when the bull swung wildly. Too dangerous to trust.

Panting, Najma knew that they’d couldn’t keep it up. Two flips was the standard. Najma daren’t go for more. Sap would have tolerated it, but this unknown bull was dangerous. Where did he even come from?

The third pass arrived and the bull lowered his head just right. Najma felt Selika break off as she caught the bull by the horns and threw herself into the air, feet over her head, body twisting as the bull tossed his head, shoving her farther up into the air. Silently cursing, she released the horns and touched her feet to his spine before quickly skipping off into a second flip.

That wasn’t elegant or smooth, she thought as she landed on her knee, quickly tumbling to her feet and dodging out of the raging beast’s path. Selika distracted the bull only momentarily before he was once more charging at Najma.

He was too close. The sun was directly in her eyes.

Huffing, Najma nodded to herself and met him head on again. He swung his head the wrong direction, and, had she time, she would have broke off, but they were too close. She heard Salima cry out.

Launching herself into the air, she landed on her hands on the bull’s shoulders, felt his horn brush her thigh, but shoved off just as quickly and landed on the ground, knees bent to absorb the impact.

There was blood dripping down her inner thigh, but it was done.

She did a back flip in place then looked to the bull.

She had dropped the red pennant on the last jump, and the bull had mauled it into the dirt. Selika was flipping off to one side, headed toward the shelter of the balcony. Salima was already in the shade behind the stone guard that surrounded the arena.

Najma quickly made her way out of the arena amid the cheers. Panting, she stopped beside Salima. “Are you alright?”

“Mn, he didn’t come near me.”

She reached out and patted her hair. “Good. That was dangerous.”

“You still did it.”

She nodded. “It was too late for all of us to back out. Never jump over an unknown bull, Salima. You saw how he tossed me the first time and then gouged me the second?”

Salima looked down at the blood on her leg. “That looks painful.”

“If it was painful, she wouldn’t have done it,” Selika’s cousin sneered, snapping a rope in his hands. “What a pathetic display.”

Selika stepped between them, glaring at her cousin. “Where is Sap?”

Atam shrugged. “I sold him. He cost too much to feed.”

“What?!” The three girls shouted in unison. Najma and Salima gaped at Atam while Selika fought to keep the rage out of her voice.

“How dare you? He was my bull!”

Atam waved a hand and turned away. “And the money I got for him will pay your rent.”

“In my father’s house?”

“And for your upkeep,” he went on, ignoring her. “Next time, I expect to see a better show.” He snapped at the arena. “And get that bull back into the pin so I can return him to his owner.”

He left them, and Najma could only reach out and rest a hand on Selika’s shoulder.

Salima leaned against her own shoulder. “How are we supposed to get him back in the pin?”

Selika shook her head, looking lost and afraid. Najma didn’t know what to say, and when she turned to wrap her arm around Salima, she spotted her brother standing farther inside the shelter, his arms over his chest and glaring at Atam as the man walked away.

She shivered at the hatred and anger in his eyes. She hadn’t seen that look since the day they discovered that the district governor had been the one to order the dam upriver from their family’s village to be destroyed.

That governor was now dead through unknown causes.

She met Zilan’s eye and shook her head. His eyes narrowed then he moved away, disappearing into the shadows, out of her sight.

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Hi can you recommend any period drama Inukag fics? I read Rudd’s Sense & Sensibility retelling and I love it! I’m looking for fics with a similar vibe to the Regency/Edwardian era or other period drama types 💕

We heard your calls for period dramas and are here to answer! There aren't too many InuKag fics that are set in this specific time period, but we listed the ones we were able to find below. For more reading material, we included a few options at the end that take place in a historical setting, but are not specifically Regency.

For more historical, royalty, and fantasy fics, check out our recently posted Royalty AUs list, which includes links to our other fic rec lists in this genre.

Enjoy!

[Set in Regency/Victorian/Edwardian Era]

Sense and Sensibility, an Inuyasha Retelling by @ruddcatha & @kalcia (T)

When their father dies, the Higurashi sisters Sango and Kagome suddenly find their fortunes changed overnight. The sisters begin to find their own paths, as one learns to step away from the practical to learn to dream with the help of the dashing Miroku, and the other sees the importance of stability in a world of fancy with the steadfast Inuyasha. An adaptation of the Jane Austen Novel Sense and Sensibility.

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Higurashiton by @theladymagnolia (M)

Lady Kagome Higurashi’s life appears perfect. Having spent her entire existence preparing for the upcoming social season, she is certain to find a proper match. True love and happiness will undoubtedly follow. Unbeknownst to her, the Duke of Tessaiga is plotting his revenge, and will stop at nothing to ruin Kagome’s perfect world.

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Stealing Kagome by Isabella Rain (T)

Set in the Victorian Era of London, Kagome Higurashi is engaged to Lord, and friend, Kouga Wolfston. But when she catches the eye of a Prince, she knows her engagement is in trouble. Especially since the Prince has already stolen her heart.

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Letters on a Train by Emilyblood (T)

Demanded to find a bride by his father, Inuyasha is spending a trip across Victorian Europe with Kagome trying to think of a way to get Kikyou to marry him. Needless to say, Kagome is nonetoo happy, but can she keep how she feels to herself for her friend

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You, Waiting (series) by @witchygirl99 (G-M)

Your love isn't meant to be. It exists, anyways.

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Inextricably Knotted (an Inukag + Jane Eyre AU) by @ssukidesu (T)

Kagome Higurashi was orphaned as a baby and raised by her cruel aunt until the age of ten, after which she went to school and learned the art of service and self-suppression. Now eighteen, Kagome takes a job as the governess of Shippo, the young ward of the great and mysterious Lord Inuyasha Taisho.

But as Kagome gets to know her bemusing master, a ghost seems to haunt his estate, hinting that there is a long-lost secret hiding on the third floor.

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The Oval Portrait by @ruddcatha & @nartista (T)

A sudden accident causes Inuyasha and his valet to find shelter for the evening during a storm. A portrait captures Inuyasha’s attention: a figure so like his wife. A single journal lays nestled by the portrait, filled with a cautionary tale of love and obsession.

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[Other Historical Settings]

Folktale by HoneyBee31 (T)

Kagome's life changes in ways that she had only heard about in folktales after she saves her brother from certain death.

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Freak Attraction by @artistefish (T)

A birthday outing to see a foreign circus turns into a nightmarish mistake when Kagome stumbles upon a circus of a very different nature and meets a sideshow freak with dog ears and a human heart.

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Monster by @akitokihojo (E)

A murderous demon taints the world with unforgivable crimes, taking out his weakness in secret. Unfortunately for him, it isn't that easy. He thinks he's unstoppable, but his arrogance blinds him to the war blooming before him. Kagome and Inuyasha, both powerful in their own way, and even more so together, step forward to try to put an end to things.

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Victor: Her Majesty and I both wish for you to continue being our fairytale writer. … Will you accept this offer?

Kate: Yes, of course. I humbly accept your offer.

Even after I had worked as a fairytale writer for a month as promised, I chose to stay and continue my work.

It became a routine to be typing away on my black typewriter at the end of every day.

I wrote records of the bloody punishments done by Crown.

Just in case those records would serve as crucial pieces of evidence, I would always make sure to be as detailed as possible.

I paused halfway through typing a report and read the part I wrote about Liam’s current situation.

– Flashback Start –

(“Still no change in Liam’s sense of taste”...)

— The day Liam and I were making breakfast together.

Liam tilted his head as he held the bottles of salt and sugar in his hands.

Liam: Hm… sorry, Kate. I still can’t taste anything.

Liam: Can I leave it to you to do the seasoning?

Liam: I’ll do the plating, serving, and cleaning.

I flipped through my report while thinking back to my memories with Liam.

(“Liam has difficulty with sleeping”.)

— Every morning, I would wake up to Liam staring into my face.

Liam: Good morning, Kate. Your bangs are springing up, so cute.

Kate: Good morning, Liam. Were you awake the entire night?

Liam: Hm… kind of. But you don't have to worry about it.

Liam: Seeing your face is enough to make me full of energy.

Liam: Hey, can I get a good morning kiss?

— One night, when it was raining heavily.

I was tagging along with Elbert and Alfons for a mission, but we faced a little trouble due to the rain. And before we knew it, the clock had struck midnight.

(It’s already this late. It’s long past the time I told Liam I would be home.)

The carriage travelled through the forest towards Crown’s castle, Alfons spoke while looking out of the window.

Alfons: Oh? There’s a soaking wet stray cat sitting at the front door.

Elbert: ... Is that Liam?

Kate: E-Excuse me, please allow me to alight first!

-

Kate: Liam!

Liam: … Kate.

Liam, sitting at the front steps of the castle without an umbrella, lifted his head.

Liam: Thank goodness… you came home safely…

Kate: W-What are you doing out here without an umbrella?

I touched his hands and they were as cold as ice, he had been sitting outside for hours.

Liam: I did think to wait inside. But as time went by… I became increasingly anxious.

Liam: I couldn't stop thinking about the possibility of you being injured… or even worse, you never coming back…

Liam: My mind was overflowing with those unpleasant thoughts.

Liam: I’m so, so glad you're safe…

Liam: I… I don’t know what I would've done if anything were to happen to you.

– Flashback End –

With a rustling sound, I closed my report.

(I once heard from somewhere that it’s not easy for people to change.)

Even now when our love is mutual, the things haunting Liam’s heart will never disappear.

It’s the same as how scars don’t easily fade away.

(But I know that there's definitely some changes inside of Liam.)

Liam: Kate, I’m home.

Liam entered my room through the door that was left slightly open, he looked so much like a cat when he did that. I couldn't help but smile at the sight.

Kate: Welcome home, Liam. Good job on your rehearsal today!

(Hm?)

Kate: You look very happy. Something good happened?

Liam: Wow, Kate, you saw through me as expected.

Liam cheerfully came to my side.

Liam: “Wuthering Heights” is going to have a revival performance.

Kate: Wow, a revival? That means it was requested by the audience, right?

Liam: Yup. I’ve been mentioning to Tom about wanting to act as Heathcliff again, I’m so happy.

Kate: Again?

Liam nodded.

Liam: “He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”.

Liam: You told me before that you liked this line from the story.

(Oh…)

I told him that back when we didn't know each other very well.

Liam: When I performed the first time, I didn't fully understand what that line meant.

Liam: But I think I understand it a little more now.

Liam: … It’s because I’ve fallen in love with you, Kate.

There was a burning passion in Liam’s eyes.

(The old Liam would never be able to express his love this boldly.)

Although he still feels a little embarrassed to do so, he tries to shake off any feelings of hesitation and expresses his love for me.

Because this kind man knows that it’s what I want.

Kate: I’m looking forward to the performance.

Liam: … Yeah.

We locked eyes, and without another word, our lips met.

We kissed each other, changing angles, and Liam whispered into my ear after our lips parted.

Liam: … I’m getting turned on.

His voice was smooth like thick honey, invoking an indescribable feeling in my stomach.

(The old Liam would never express his own desires like this.)

It made me more than happy to know that I was what he desired.

Too embarrassed to say it to him, I gave his hand a tight squeeze and smiled at him, giving him the green light to gently push me down onto the bed.

Liam took off his jacket and with practised hands, he removed my clothes.

Liam: … You’re beautiful. And so lovely.

He pinched the peaks of my breasts between his fingertips.

I bucked my hips and the moans I had been holding in spilled out of my mouth.

Kate: Ahh…

Liam: They’re getting pointy. … I want more.

Liam licked my pointed nipples with his wet tongue as he gently squeezed them like he was trying to make a show of it.

(... This is so shameful.)

I felt so embarrassed and shameful that I almost couldn't take it any longer, but I was more than just willing to let Liam have what he wanted.

When my nether region was getting very wet, Liam pushed his fingers inside me.

Liam: Haha… you’re so wet. You’re feeling good, huh?

Kate: Nngh, ahh… please don’t say that out loud…

Liam: Let me say it. Because you get all flustered whenever I say something that makes you embarrassed.

Kate: Hnngg, ahh…

After pumping his fingers in and out of me countless times, Liam finally pulled his hand away and spread my legs apart.

Liam: … Please, Kate. Say it.

Liam: Say that you want me…

(I can’t bring myself to say that… but…)

The impatient look in his eyes pushed all my feelings of embarrassment aside.

Kate: … I want you, Liam.

Liam: Mm, of course.

Kate: Ahh—!

He entered me in one hard thrust, making me tightly grab the sheets.

Liam: … Are you okay, Kate?

Kate: Yeah…

Liam: … You’re so cute.

I gripped Liam’s back as he slammed his hips into me relentlessly, like he was greedy for my love.

(The biggest change of all is that he was now right in front of me.)

(And I’m here for him.)

I loved the things that changed, and the ones that remained the same— I loved it all.

From the very bottom of my heart, I cherished every single day I spent with him.

Liam: …

Liam stopped moving and frowned.

Liam: … Recently, there have been times I feel confused.

Liam: Whenever I’m with you, my heart beats so loudly. … It’s as if every day, I’m turning into a new person.

Liam: When I feel afraid, I look at you and think that…

Liam: As long as my feelings for you remain the same, everything will be alright.

He wanted to say that as long as he kept holding on to one thing that doesn't change, he’ll gradually be able to accept the changes that were happening inside him.

Kate: … Is that so?

Liam: … Yeah. With you by my side, I won’t be afraid of change or what tomorrow will bring me.

There was knowing what our future holds.

But one thing that we could be certain about was that we would be together tomorrow, the day after, and always.

[grimmswan]

Dracula in Storybrooke part 2

For Captain Swan Supernatural Summer 23

Once Upon a Time missing storyline/AU

Killian noticed a man staring at Emma.

He had on leather pants, leather boots, and his shirt was opened clear down to near his naval. Revealing a well toned chest.

“But greatly lacking in chest hair.” Killian thought smugly.

The man who introduced himself as Drake, gazed at Emma with fascination.

“My, my, you are by far the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. The very sun is dim in comparison to your golden hair.”

Killian rolled his eyes. Just who did this git think he was. It irritated him more to see that Emma was actually smiling at the fool.

Neither man knew it, but Emma’s smile was due to her seeing that the two men, who seemed to be trying to one up each other, were very much alike.

“I really must have a type.” She thought to herself.

Both men had dark hair, deep blue eyes, and accents.

Drake wore a shirt with most of the buttons undone, reminding Emma of Killian’s wardrobe before he started wearing modern clothes.

She sometimes wished Killian would go back to wearing those clothes, at least on some days. She had always loved how sexy and dangerous he looked.

Yet Killian was staring daggers at the man, as if he considered him a rival.

Killian didn’t like the pure hunger he saw in Drake’s eyes as he stared at Emma. It was too possessive.

“It’s strange how in this world, a woman can cover her whole body, and still her lovely form is revealed.” Drake’s eyes moved over Emma. “I look forward to discovering what other wonders this place has in store.”

“He’s a smooth one.” Granny commented. “My mother always said, “Beware of a silver tongue. It tends to lay next to the sharpest tooth.”

“He was awfully flirty with Emma.” Snow remarked in puzzlement. “She was pressed against Killian nearly the entire time. Obviously her heart belongs to him. But that didn’t stop Drake from showing his interest.”

“I think we need to keep a close eye on that guy.” Charming said with a scowl. Father’s instinct warned that Drake would bring nothing but trouble in his daughter’s life.

Just as the Sun had slipped under the horizon, one figure walked up to another in the shadows of the alleyway near Granny’s Diner.

"I would stay away from Emma Swan, if I were you. Captain Jones won't allow anyone to take her away from him."

"Captain Jones is a mortal. An ordinary simple man. What is he compared to one such as myself?"

 “Captain Killian Jones is far from being a simple man. The pirate captain has faced God's, demons, and monsters and survived. You may be powerful, but you are far from the worst thing Captain Hook has faced.

There is also Emma Swan. She is not going to be easily seduced away from the man she went to the underworld for. Especially not by a man spouting fancy words and performing magic tricks that she could beat. One would wonder what it is you think you can offer her? From what I heard, your grand castle is in ruin."

“There are other castles. From what I understand, there are two castles long since abandoned in another land. The former residents now live in this world. In this town. If I understand correctly, Emma Swan would inherit both, should something happen to those former owners.”

“Even you can not believe that you could charm a lady into accepting you after killing her entire family.”

“The blood lust made my other brides accept the same. I do not think Emma Swan will be any different.”

“I think you will find that Emma Swan will be very different. But you have a tendency to be far too confident in your own prowess to see reason. I still want to caution you. I feel I owe you something, since you once offered me immortality. Would have given it to me, if you hadn’t been outwitted.

 That bloodlust only works if you're in power. Mina was willing to forgive you in regard to her dearest friend Lucy when you blinded her with your seduction. But once Jonathan Harker and Dr. Van Helsing sealed you in that tomb, she reverted back to her old self. And she hated you for what you did.”

“I was careless. I didn’t anticipate Harker’s strength of spirit. Or his devotion to Mina. I shall use more patience. And will pay closer attention to the players. I underestimated my opponents before. I will not again.”

The Count from Transylvania smiled. “Despite your insistent loyalty to the man who stands between me and the woman who holds my salvation, it is good to see you again, Renfield.”

“It’s good to see you again, Vlad. But it’s Smee, now. Renfield got the reputation of a lunatic. No one would take him seriously. I had to change my name and do business in another port, to escape the shadow of your story.”

“Perhaps the ending to this story will be more to each of our likeings”

Smee didn’t say it, but he was certain this story’s end would be the same as the previous one.

"Emma, I think Count Drake is dangerous." Killian spoke in earnest, hoping to get her to understand that she should stay away from the man.

"I know he is. I think he's a vampire." She said it so matter of factly, it made Killian’s jaw drop.

"Oh, come on. Count Drake. Count Dracula. It was pretty obvious. Plus, he stayed away from the windows? Out of direct sunlight?"

Killian wanted to kick himself. His jealousy had blinded him to the real threat.

Emma wrapped her arms around Killian's neck. "You really need to stop being jealous of every guy who looks like he might be my type. I have my perfect man, the man I love, right here. I would never do anything to mess that up."

"I do trust you, love. It's me I don't trust. I can never be rid of the thought that I don’t deserve you. That you could have someone better."

Emma opened her mouth to argue with him, 

"I know what you're going to say, love. But knowing that you love me and think I'm a hero is far different than actually believing it myself."

Emma knew what Killian was saying. But she still wished she could find some way of convincing him how important he was to her.

He always knew what to say to help her understand how special she was to him. She wished she had his gift with words, so she could return the favor.

An idea on how to remind him that he was one of the most important people in her life came to her.

She might have been bad with words. But she was really good with her actions.

Drake snarled in frustration. He wanted to burst in through the window and tear the lovers apart. He vowed that he would find a way to kill Killian Jones, and take Emma Swan for himself.

Killian’s instincts warned him that the woman he loved was in danger. He couldn’t shake the feeling that all of these attacks were only a precursor to a much bigger problem.

He wanted to find out more about the beings that were called vampires. He believed that knowing your enemy was the best way in the path to defeating him.

And while he did not think that Whale was lying to the group, Killian was certain that the doctor did not actually know as much as he thought he did.

So Killian went to the one person who had traveled the many realms and has encountered various beings of power.

William Smee.

Killian suspected his former first mate knew more about what was going on than he had admitted.

Smee was not without his resources, he knew how to protect himself from the monsters that constantly invaded Storybrooke.

@cssns

[kingofdesert]

Watch a man in times of adversity to discover what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off. — Titus Lucretius Carus

He was no longer a cohesive machine of blood and bone. By now, even his mind sojourned in planes beyond his existence; clinging to dulcet memories of his egregious mistake. A smile he had never been able to decipher, words uttered against lips, the taste of whisky and cigars, tangled sheets and golden skin, laughter, golden hues and eternal promises, bloodstained wings veiling the night sky… Reality blended with fiction, truth got lost in lies. Anything to keep the mind from shattering as the cracks rapidly spread.

The heart of it struck him in an instant, while chained to a wall, bruised, battered, barely alive. There had never been a mask; he had always been genuine—genuine chaos which he had embraced and wielded as his greatest weapon. Signs and subtle hints were ignored precisely because the darkness inside was real. To deceive his enemies, he had first deceived his allies. Crocodile trusted him even when it went against everything he stood for. He had trusted them both, to make matters even worse.

“Knavish fiend,” the grunt echoed off the walls, pounding in his head with hammer-like strikes. Shallow breaths, neither painful nor pleasurable, trapped his mind in a looped cycle of the events that had transpired. From the first moment their paths had crossed, to the current one where nothing but doom awaited. A sudden jolt of pain left him panting, intensifying the more he dwelt on it. Sweat ran down his cheeks, his teeth clenched, wishing they were biting into flesh—a visceral thought fuelled by rancour, yet so deep and real it confirmed his existence—or what was left of it.

Was there anything left at all?

Broken bones and derisive numbness affirmed there was a perception of sensation, a testimony of one’s physical presence. It was painful to exist in those restless hours. Sleep never came when summoned, and when it did, it was his own mind that kept him awake. Eventually, someone would open the doors of his current prison. That someone was more likely a foe than a friend, yet even then, Crocodile wanted to properly greet them as the quintessence of wrath. He wanted to beshrew their existence, but mostly his. Of that son of a bitch who had brought nothing but destruction with him.

His mouth ran dry, his chest throbbed from the impact of the knife embedded in his heart, and his body quivered vehemently from the sheer surge of emotions. His pride refused to let them escape. His teeth bit into his lower lip to remind him of the physical pain, yet his eyes remained defiant, misting over reality. The image before him was ephemeral, but it was more than enough to break him.

How did it all end up like this?

It was the type of city that drew people toward it. Those seeking very small yet very large miracles, adventurers longing for a new thrill, those hoping for the beginning of a new story, and those wishing for nothing to begin at all. A place to find oneself and a place to lose oneself completely. A place to evolve and a place to be devoured. A place to seek an ordinary life and a place to search for the extraordinary. A place of blinding lights and fastidious darkness. A city of wonders, lies, hopes, troubles, joy, and despair—a symbol of abnormality.

The city’s charisma and double-sided allure were why Crocodile came. It was a chance to start anew, to forget the past and the demons he had left behind, and to create something empyreal. Over ten years had passed since he had made that choice, and over eight since he had started building his underground empire. Baroque Works was a criminal organization, one of many in this city, which owed its rapid growth to its devil fruit users, Crocodile being one of them

No one was certain why people were born with unique abilities, but it was no surprise when governments took an interest. These abilities became a person's most important secret. Once awakened, some kept their powers hidden even from their families. Those who couldn’t were presented with two options: a life as the government's product or a life as a criminal. Interestingly enough, these two factions weren’t at war with each other, even if they sometimes stood in each other's way. They lived in a parasitic symbiosis, constantly feeding off each other. At times they were partners, at others they were enemies. What had become clear early on, much to Crocodile's expectations, was that no one was to be trusted. In an ever-changing city with swarms of ever-changing faces, offering trust meant immediate death.

[9:32] All done, Mr. Zero.

The text message came from his secretary, Miss All Sunday. A short, concise report on the last shipment of weapons to the Ganmi group, just as he was used to. The Ganmi group was a relatively new presence in the city, having appeared two years ago, but they were loyal customers. Calling them a "group" was generous—they were more of a local gang battling other small fries in their neighbourhoods. Normally, he wouldn’t care much about them, but he knew how useful connections could be when most needed. Even if Crocodile never intended to ask for anything in return for his services (other than money), he planned to use the Ganmi group as required. A neutral group with no specific ties to bigger organizations in the city was always useful if a distraction was necessary.

He didn’t respond to the message, merely left it as read. Miss All Sunday was accustomed to his lack of communication through the phone. She knew his paranoia, his habits, and his preferences. She had been by his side for seven years, and despite everything they had been through, Crocodile still believed she would eventually betray him. She was a lot like him, after all, and that was possibly why they made such good partners.

[10:03] Mr. Five’s task?

A hit job requested two weeks ago, another service his organization offered. Depending on the severity and importance of the job, Crocodile would sometimes send his elite officers to the front lines. Each of them excelled in specific areas, and so far, they hadn't performed below his expectations.

[10:05] Being worked on. [10:06] Results will be in in a week.

That was adequate. He preferred clean jobs with no strings attached. Hasty kills brought too many questions; protracted kills erased their significance and meaning. A balance was necessary, and his elite operated according to the balance he dictated. Those under them were sent out for insignificant hits meant only to bring in more money.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. He had been in the city long enough to develop a sixth sense for impending trouble. The other organizations had kept a low profile for the past few months, performing their services and patrolling their turfs out of habit, merely keeping up appearances. Even the brats who often got caught up in the city's whirlwind were unusually quiet. Sometimes there were street brawls between gangs; other times, the kids were simply enjoying their youth and school days while they lasted. But they were always loud and noticeable. Even the police weren’t as active, likely in response to the other side’s subdued behavior.

He didn’t like it.

It felt as if everyone was waiting for something. It almost seemed as if the city itself had altered its abnormal lifestyle. Or perhaps it was just about to begin. Crocodile’s hand reached for the tin with cigars and the guillotine cutter. He took a cold taste after cutting the tip, and once satisfied, he lit it evenly, rotating the cigar and taking the first puff of smoke. The mild flavor graced his taste buds, lightheadedness crept up as it always did with tobacco, and for a moment, he was able to relax his nerves and forget about his worries.

“I’ve just arrived at Calm Belt. I’m not in a rush, so take your time.” The man took a seat at the nearby table with his back turned to Crocodile, still engrossed in his conversation. Usually, he didn’t care about the lives of others, and normally, he wouldn’t have paid attention to this man either, if it weren’t for his laughter, which was simply too boisterous for Crocodile’s taste. “So, you lost her again? Fwahahahahahahahaha! I thought you were going together—”

Golden eyes lifted to judge the man behind his back. A fairly tall individual, young, white-haired, tanned skin, dressed in comfortable yet expensive clothing, with a loud, continuous laugh and an aura of arrogance that reminded Crocodile of a certain blond.

As he took another puff of smoke, Crocodile knew his perfect morning had come to an end. The unease he felt had found its source. According to Mr. Three, Doflamingo had returned to Spain to sort out personal matters. He would be back soon. / @umbrx

[w-m-heart]

Flufftober day 2: Friendsm Family, and Loved Ones

I smiled widely as I led Edward into the house. Today was perfectly overcast and Charlie was having a barbecue. He had invited all his fellow officers and his friends from down at La Push. Even though the sun wasn’t out there wasn’t any rain, not even a drizzle, and it was 70 degrees, a warm day for Forks, Washington. 

I was smiling because today was the day Edward and I would announce our engagement…and get revenge.

When Edward and I had gotten back together after our trip to Volterra, Charlie had tried to forbid me from seeing Edward. And when I’d refused, he’d tried to ground me in a pathetically transparent attempt to keep us away from each other, but I’d reminded him that I was eighteen, and had done nothing more than go out of state—as far as he knew—for spring break. 

He’d thought he’d won when the traitor Jacob had brought over our bikes, but Edward had anticipated his pettiness and gotten me a motorcycle licence. It was forged of course. but Charlie didn’t know that. I’d even used my own money to fix them up. 

Ever since then Charlie has been promoting Jacob as a boyfriend and shunning Edward. Edward had offered to try and make it right with Charlie. But I refused. I’d realised that things were better this way. I could use this estrangement to segue into never seeing my dad again after my change. Getting close to him now would only hurt us both more in the long run. 

Surprisingly, it was Jasper and Rosalie who stood up for me and agreed when I’d told the rest of the family my decision. It wasn’t a hard one to make. I couldn’t be Switzerland. I had a choice to make, and I chose the Cullens.

Edward and I made our way through Charlie’s house and out back to where everyone had gathered. Charlie looked up as he heard the back door open, and scowled as soon as he saw Edward. As did those who were here from La Push.

~~~

An hour went by and I could see Charlie getting angrier and angrier. That may have been to do with the fact that I made Edward swear to stop being the perfect gentleman. So for the past hour he’d had his arm around my waist, around my shoulders, in my hair whenever he kissed me. And the kisses! The light pecks were things of the past. Don’t get me wrong, he wasn’t devouring my mouth or anything—at least not in public—but he wasn’t being discreet either.  

Steam was practically bubbling out of Charlie’s ears. At one point he played the overprotective father role and joked that all this PDA was making him uncomfortable, but one of his deputies had laughed before Edward or I could snap. 

“Leave them be, Chuck. They’re young and in love! Don’t you remember how it felt to be like that?” 

Another chimed in. “I mean just look at that rock on her wrist!” The officer shook his head at me in mock disapproval. “Shine like that will blind the astronauts, young lady.”

I looked down at the heart charm that was dangling from a silver bracelet Edward had gotten me and turned to my fiance with a mock glare. “Rock? As in diamond? Edward, I distinctly remember you claiming this wasn’t anything expensive, and when I said it was a pretty crystal, you didn’t correct me,” I scolded playfully

The officers laughed. “Looks like someone’s in trouble!”

One of the female officers patted me on the back. “Sweetheart, if you can’t tell that’s real, then that boyfriend of yours is going to spoil you rotten without you even knowing.”

I laughed. “I know. You should see the type of gifts he’s attempted to give me. We have a weekly battle over him trying to give me a car.” I shook my head ruefully. “If you see him heading towards the dealership, feel free to pull him over.” I turned to smirk at Edward who pouted dramatically.

She mock-saluted me. “Yes, ma’am.”

“But love, you’d look so lovely in a BMW, or a Mercedes.” He then turned to one of the male officers. “Back me up here, doesn’t it say somewhere in the boyfriend handbook that we’re allowed to spoil our girls to our hearts content?” 

The officer held up his hands in surrender. “Don’t pull me into your mess, man. I don’t want to be thrown in the same coffin as you when she wins that fight.” 

I grinned, and Edward shook his head. “If your truck breaks down can I buy you a new car?” he asked, his face a mask of innocence. 

I crossed my arms and gave him a mock glare. “That sounds like a set up if I’ve ever heard one Edward Cullen,” I said sternly.

“Listen to her, Edward,” Charlie said suddenly, with a fake laugh. “She’s just like her mother—you’ll never win. And even if you do, you won’t.” 

I clenched my jaw at the comparison, mainly because I knew it was an insult. Perhaps it was petty, however, I wasn’t very interested in biting my tongue. And so I turned to the female cop. “On second thought. If I let him do a little spoiling now, he’s bound to give it a rest later down the road. What do you think, Sandra? Should I let up a little? We all have already seen his ability to be sneaky. Tricking me into thinking this heart was a crystal,” I laughed.

She laughed. “I see no reason why not to. Let him think he’s won, meanwhile you get pretty gifts to show off. Win, win.”

Just then Billy Black spoke up. “Pretty gifts indeed. It makes one wonder what price you’ll have to pay to receive them,” he announced. 

I stared at him. Oh I knew he wasn’t implying that I was being a whore for trinkets. But to any of the humans that was probably exactly how they heard it. No doubt Billy was referring to my humanity. 

Edward stared at him coolly. “I don’t appreciate what you’re implying, Mr Black,” he said in a low tone. 

Billy narrowed his eyes at us. “On the reservation, we believe in fair trade. There’s no such thing as a free lunch,” he stated firmly. 

“Oh, so does that mean you expect my father to demand something from you for feeding you today?” I snapped back. “After all we’re the ones who bought everything, and cooked it, as well as setting up. So by your logic the only reason my father put all this together was because he expects something from you,” I argued. 

Billy sputtered as Jacob suddenly stood. “That’s different!” he insisted. 

“Sit down, boy!” Sandra snapped. “You’re old enough to know that no means no, so butt out of their relationship.” She scowled at Billy Black. “And I don’t care about your little tiff with the Cullens. If you’re implying that this young girl is whoring herself out for pretty gifts, then I will whoop your ass so hard you’ll think your mother rose from the dead. Do I make myself clear?”

Billy frowned. “If you knew what they were really like…wha–who they really were, you wouldn’t defend them so readily! There’s a reason they aren’t allowed on our lands!” he insisted.

I saw red. “And that reason is prejudice! And you are one to talk when it looks like the majority of the boys on your reservation are taking steroids! Jacob is sixteen yet looks like he’s twenty-five! Five months ago he had a baby face and looked just like the kid he is! Not to mention the fact that you’re endangering your entire tribe by boycotting the hospital! 

“How many people have gotten hurt or died because of your decision? Like Harry Clearwater, do you think his heart issues would have been caught if he’d just went to see a doctor? Or Emily Young,” I said, gesturing to the scarred girl in attendance, “who was attacked by a dangerous animal. I showed a picture of her to Carlisle because I thought that her scars shouldn’t be that bad from a scratch, no matter how deep it was. And you know what he told me? Those scars would be paper thin if she’d just gone and had them stitched up! They can even now still be fixed! But I’ll bet you anything she won’t go in because of all your brainwashing!” I seethed. 

Emily and Sam looked stunned. “My scars can be fixed?” she asked in a low voice.

Charlie hesitated, but I knew it was only because of what I was saying, not out of solidarity with his daughter. “Enough, Bella. The people of the reservation are entitled to their opinions—don’t attack them just because they’re different and you’re upset.” 

I glared at him. “Okay, then by that same logic I can refuse to go to the reservation because in my opinion they are prejudiced idiots. And if Billy can convince people not to go to the hospital, then I can convince kids at school not to go to the rez. And if Billy can openly bash the Cullens and tell people they are evil, I can openly bash him and the others and tell people they’re delusional,” I said sweetly. 

Charlie’s face turned an odd colour. “Stop being so childish, Bella, and just listen.” 

“Stop being so pathetic, Charlie.” Everyone gasped. “You know, I was going to wait to announce this, but I think that now is the perfect time. Edward proposed to me two weeks ago, and I accepted!” I then reached into my pocket and took out a large diamond ring, encrusted with topaz and tiger’s eye surrounding the main diamond. 

Rather than silver the band was made up of a braid of obsidian, platinum, and titanium, with the platinum and titanium wrapped protectively around the obsidian. It was a beautiful, gleaming piece and it left no doubt that its cost would probably be enough to purchase a house, not only for the materials, but for the obviously fine craftsmanship.

I watched with great satisfaction as Charlie paled and Jacob grabbed on to the back of his chair to keep from falling over. 

“You didn’t tell me that,” Charlie said weakly.

“Clearly because you’re behaving like a child, Charlie,” Sandra said with a disapproving scowl. He might have been her boss, but she was old enough to be his grandmother. She turned to me with an enormous smile on her face. “Congratulations, sweetheart.”

I smiled at her. “Thank you,” I said before turning to Charlie as Edward slipped my fake ring back on my finger

Well the ring wasn’t fake, it just wasn’t my real engagement ring. This ring was one Edward had gifted me to symbolise us, as a couple. Our love was the platinum. He was the titanium, and I was the obsidian, delicate. And easily breakable, at least for now.

Edward had a matching equivalent. I had chosen to use it as our engagement ring in Forks because I knew most people in town would be awed by its flashiness. And when we eventually staged my death, I wanted no one in town to doubt I was cherished. 

“Maybe I would have told you if you weren’t so fixated on trying to force me to date your best friend’s son! No, actually I would have still told you then. What really clinched it for me was when I came home with a broken hand telling you that Jacob forced me to kiss him, and that I broke my hand by defending myself. You congratulated him!” I snapped.

All the cops sucked in a breath. And I internally smirked. Yes, that’s right. Your esteemed chief of police openly condoned sexual assault. I thought viciously, relishing in how his pale face now took on the colour of bleached parchment. 

“Chief!” one of the deputies cried. “What the hell!”

“That’s not what— I didn’t—” Charlie stammered like a fish out of water and I enjoyed every second of it. “I just meant good on him for trying.” 

Leah, who had been silently watching, snarled in disgust. “Good on him? Did you seriously just say good on him for trying—no—succeeding, in assaulting your daughter!? What the fuck is wrong with you, you sick bastard? What if he would have raped her? What would you have done then? Buy him dinner?” she spat. 

She then turned to us. “You know Bella, I thought you were insane for tossing your father to the curb for Cullen. But now I see that was the smartest fucking decision you ever made. Congratulations on the wedding…and let Edward buy you that mercedes.” She smirked.  

I smiled at her. “Thank you, Leah. Expect an invitation to the wedding in the mail.” 

She grinned. “Excellent. Consider this my RSVP.” Then she kissed me on the cheek and stalked off. 

Edward smirked. “I like her. She’s smart,” he said lowly in my ear. I rolled my eyes  with a grin.

Behind us, Charlie cleared his throat. “Look, Bells. I’m sorry if I upset you, but you have to see it from my side. Jacob never broke your heart and made you run away to Phoenix where you fell down a flight of stairs. He never abandoned you and made you fall into months of depression!” Charlie threw his hands in the air. “He didn’t make you make those life-endangering decisions! Edward has put your life in danger more times than you’ve probably even told me, while Jacob has only ever tried to protect you. So of course I’d prefer you to be with him!”

“From what I heard,” one of the younger officers said slowly, eyes narrowing. “Bella made those decisions herself, but Jacob certainly didn’t help.”

“More like he encouraged her!” another said. “That cliff jumping nonsense is reckless and stupid!”

Sandra shook her head. “They’re teenagers, Charlie! They’re going to make stupid decisions! But you can’t cut your child off completely because of them! Nor can you encourage someone to force himself on her!” She grabbed her bag like she was readying to leave. “Maybe they’re both a little reckless, but Edward clearly adores her and respects her—which is more than I can say for Jacob Black!”

I growled. “You know what? I’m going to set the record straight once and for all! I didn’t try to run back to Phoenix because Edward broke my heart. I tried to run because he already had it in such a short amount of time and that scared me! How could it not with both you and mom drilling it into my head that ‘young love never lasts’ or ‘high school sweethearts aren’t a forever thing’ and so much other garbage about not picking your life partner before you’re thirty! You fucking well gave me relationship trauma! And Edward is certainly not to blame for my freak accident in the hotel! It. Was. An. Accident! It was nobody’s fault! And if someone is to blame, that person is ME!

“And of course Jacob hasn’t broken my heart. We were never together! And it’s not Edward’s fault his parents decided to move! I bet if you even bothered to ask any of the Cullens how Edward was during that time, they’d tell you he was exactly like me, no… he was worse! You want to know why I flew off to LA with only a note telling you where I went? It’s because Edward called me that day, but Jacob picked up the phone and told him I was dead! And Edward decided he couldn’t live without me and tried to kill himself! I went to LA to stop him!”

The humans gasped and even Charlie looked shocked. Jacob clenched his jaw.

“He loves me to the point where he refuses to live in a world where I don’t exist! He loves me so much that he would do anything for me, including dealing with your bullshit ever since he returned!  And if you can’t accept that, then clearly my happiness means nothing to you. Now unless you apologise to Edward personally, and quit advocating for Jacob, then you are not walking me down the aisle. I won’t ban you from the wedding. Not because I don’t want to. But because Edward begged me not to!”

I then looked at the humans. “Officers, you and your families will of course be welcome at my wedding. Expect your invitations within the week. That goes for you too, Sandra.” After nodding to them I rounded on the wolves. “Emily, Sam, Seth, Quil, Embry, Jared, you are all invited to my wedding on the condition that you can behave civilly. None of you treated me like a pariah when Edward returned, regardless of your personal opinions. I would like for you to celebrate the happiest day of my life with me. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve overstayed my welcome. Oh, and Charlie, while we were speaking Alice and Rosalie were packing up my things. I’m moving out.”

As everyone else nodded and gave varying degrees of assent—and the Blacks scowled—Charlie swallowed. Then a look came over his face, like he’d made a decision and he said, “If you leave now, you’re no longer my daughter.” 

I knew it was an attempt to gaslight me into staying, that he didn’t actually mean it, but I honestly didn’t care. I’d stopped being his daughter long before I’d even come to Forks. 

“In that case, I’m already gone. You do not, and never will, compare to Edward.”

~~~

I smiled as I looked in the mirror. My wedding dress was everything I imagined it to be. Stunning ivory with a full skirt and fitted bodice, complete with off the shoulder long flowing lace sleeves. 

Alice and Rose had been braiding my hair into a stunningly intricate crown braid with flowers made out of crystals and glass peppered throughout my hair making me look like an ethereal nymph princess. On my feet I wore crystal flats—yes, actual crystal—which were surprisingly comfortable, if a bit cold. 

A knock came at the door and Alice bid the person to come in. It was Renee, my mother. She’d been surprisingly supportive when I told her about the wedding. Declaring that Edward and I were nothing like her and Charlie. That we were soulmates. Of course I was still feeling a bit angry at Charlie, who still refused to apologise. So I’d told my mom about everything that went down at the barbeque.

She was spitting mad at Charlie, and so was Phil. They had both backed me fully. I’d asked Carlisle to walk me down the aisle. He happily agreed. 

“Hi, Mom,” I said, grinning.

Renee pressed a hand to her mouth to stifle a sob as she looked at me. “Oh, my sweet girl. You look so beautiful.”

I laughed, my eyes glazing over with emotion. “Thank you, Mom!” I blinked away the tears. “I’m so happy you’re supporting me.” I paused, taking a breath. “Did he….” I trailed off, not sure how to phrase this.

Renee hesitated, wiping away her tears. Eventually she said, “He’s sitting in the back row. Closest to the exit.”

I pursed my lips, careful not to smudge the glossy lipstick that Alice had applied. “I don’t know why he came,” I huffed. 

“Do you want me to ask Esme to have him thrown out?” Rosalie offered as she walked back into the room, fully dressed in her pastel green dress and lavender flower crown. 

Leah walked in in a matching dress. They, along with Angela, Emily, and Kim were my maids of honour. I knew the latter three were still getting dressed. “If we’re tossing him out, can I do it?” she asked, grinning wickedly. 

I smiled and shook my head. “No, forget him. Today is about me and Edward celebrating our love with our families, friends, and loved ones,” I said. 

“Well said, Bella!” Alice said, dancing into the room. Her dress was ocean blue, with a sheer iridescent green overlay and a brown silk belt. Her flower crown consisted of iris and royal jasmine. 

Renee, as mother of the bride, was offered a silver circlet, and Esme, as mother of the groom, wore a gold circlet. 

When I’d first expressed my wish to have a fantasy, forest themed wedding, Alice had been sceptical. But with every decision made, she began to get a clearer picture of the day. And it didn’t take long before she was fully on board. 

Renee dabbed at her eyes. “Yes it is, sweetheart, and what a beautiful celebration it is already.”

I smiled again. “Thanks, Mom. Edward and I will be very happy together for the rest of our lives.” 

I blinked away tears, not wanting to say any more about the future, knowing soon I would have to fake my death. I didn’t want to paint an idyllic future of myself and Edward in my mother’s eyes. Descriptions that would haunt her when she eventually got the call letting her know her daughter was dead. 

“The music should be starting soon, hurry up and get back to your seat. You don’t want to go down the aisle while the music is playing and be mistaken for the bride,” I teased. 

Renee half laughed, half sobbed. “Alright, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon.” Her smile wobbled and more tears spilled down her cheeks. “Oh, you just look so beautiful. My baby girl, all grown up.” 

Alice gently grabbed Renee by the shoulders and steered her out of the room. “Why don’t we get you back to Phil? I’m sure he’s wondering where you are.” 

I smiled as Renee agreed and headed back outside. 

A few minutes later the music began and the girls came rushing in, quickly lining up according to Alice’s strict instructions. They grabbed their bouquets from the table as they passed. 

As soon as I exited the room, Carlisle was by my side, holding out his arm. “Ready, my dear?” he asked. 

I smiled and clutched my bouquet. “As I’ll ever be.”

He quickly led me outside, following my bridesmaids. 

As soon as my feet hit the aisle it was like everything just melted away, and all I could see was Edward. Waiting and smiling at me. I felt like I was on a cloud as I glided towards him. Nothing mattered but him.

The ceremony passed by in a blur, I barely realised it when we said, “I do.” 

Then, Edward cupped my face and kissed me. And I knew that no matter what, we would always have each other.

~~~

Edward and I sat in our family’s private plane—not that anyone but we Cullens knew we owned the plane. To anyone else, the plane was owned by a company called Pacific Northwest Trust. 

It had been almost a month since our wedding, and Edward still hadn’t changed me yet. I’d decided I wanted two months of making love before I was blinded by bloodlust as a newborn, and too out of control to want Edward in the same way that I did now. 

As to why we were on the plane, Charlie had been insufferable in the last weeks, harassing us whenever we, or any of our family were driving or in town. The mayor had even had to threaten to fire him if he didn’t stop.

It was because of this I’d decided to ‘die’—at least as far as my parents and Forks were concerned. But I’d also wanted to say goodbye to Renee properly. And the best way to do that was to call her while the plane was supposedly going down. It was cruel, I knew that, but I couldn’t possibly give her the goodbye I wanted any other way. 

I took a breath and dialled her number. Next to me, Edward began playing the recording of people panicking for background noise. 

Finally, after three rings, she picked up. 

“Hello?”

“Mom? It’s me, Bella.” My voice shook with genuine emotions as my eyes watered.

“Bella? What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

I knew she could hear the ‘panic’ in the background by the sudden fear in her voice. I opened my mouth only for a choked sob to escape. 

“N-no…the plane…it’s–it’s going down.” I sobbed, my heart breaking, knowing how this would crush my mother. But I knew Phil would be there for her, he’d keep her sane. And this was the best I could give the both of us, a final goodbye.

“What?” Mom’s voice broke as someone screamed on the recording. “No, no. Oh god, Bella, no!” she moaned and I sobbed at the heartbreak in her voice. I could hear the tears in her voice as she called out for Phil. 

Suddenly he was on the phone, “Bella? What’s going on? Your mom’s crying—she won’t tell me anything. Are you okay?”

“Phil…” My voice cracked. “The plane is going down…I—” I was cut off by a particularly loud blood curdling scream on the recording, and winced at its timing. “I don’t think we’re going to make it… Is mom still listening?” I sniffed.

There was the sound of the phone changing hands. “Yes, yes I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here.” 

“Mom…I love you and Phil.. If–if we don’t make it just know I love you, and this past month with Edward has been the happiest I’ve ever been. I’ve wanted for nothing, and the only thing I could have ever asked for is more time with him, you and the rest of our family. If I die, please don’t stop living, be happy with Phil and live your life to its fullest.” I choked out a sob. 

Edward pulled me into his lap and took the phone from me as I buried my face into his chest. “Renee, Phil, this is Edward. I’d just like to thank you both for allowing Bella to come to Forks, my life was empty before I met her. Renee, thank you especially for raising such a wonderful woman.” He cleared his throat, making his voice crack with emotion at the appropriate places. 

Mom moaned, and through her broken sobs, I heard Phil say, “And we’re so proud of her. Our beautiful daughter.” His breathing shuddered. “And of you, our son, for loving her so deeply.”

“Thank you,” Edward said, voice thick with genuine emotion.

I sobbed harder. “We– we’re running out of time…we’ve already called Carlisle and Esme..they’re trying to get in contact with the nearest emergency services …I…I have to go. I still need to call Charlie…I don’t want to die without telling him goodbye,” I said, my voice cracking once again. 

“No, no baby. Don’t go!” Mom cried, breath hitching. I could just see her, sobs racking her body as she probably clutched the phone, begging me not go. “Please don’t go. I can’t lose you. I can’t.”

“I’m sorry, I have to call Charlie. Goodbye Mom, goodbye Phil. I love you both.” I swallowed thickly, closing my eyes tightly as I ended the call. 

I then dialled Charlie’s number. This call was less about a final goodbye, and more as a final act of revenge. Charlie had done his best to make our last month in Forks miserable; it was the entire reason we were even on this flight. Alice, Jasper, Emmett, and Rosalie had made no secret about how this trip was a last minute decision. We were going to wait until after college to go on a honeymoon, but Charlie’s harassment had made us change our minds. 

It was no less than he deserved for the way he’d been acting. The phone rang until there was a dial tone, indicating I should leave a message. I’d expected this. Charlie would be fishing right now, and though he had his phone on him, he never answered it for anyone other than the station while fishing. A moment after the dial tone I took a deep breath and began speaking  

“Da–Charlie… I–I really don’t know why I’m calling you right now. You made it clear that I’m not your daughter anymore…I just… The plane–it’s going down…I don’t think we’ll make it and— Gods, I’m such a fool for calling— I wanted to say goodbye—” I was cut off by loud wailing screams from the recording. “I just—know that I was happy, okay? Edward made me happy…” I trailed off.

Edward cleared his throat. “Don’t worry my love, whatever happens, we’re in this together.”

“Together.” I agreed with a choked sob. “Goodbye, Charlie. I—” I cut myself off with a little scream as I threw the phone to Edward who crushed it slowly.

~~~

3rd Person POV

The Cullens all entered the police station, looking haggard and dressed in black. Carlisle and Esme, who was fake sobbing, approached the front desk. “Where is Chief Swan?” they asked in a strained voice.

The officer at the desk frowned in concern. “He’s—he’s in his office. Is there anything I can help you with Doctor Cullen?”

Alice gasped angrily. Her eyes looking puffy and red due to her expert makeup. “He’s working!?! We knew he wasn’t at home, but considering what happened…is he so heartless that he doesn’t even care that his daughter just died yesterday!” she yelled, purposefully being loud enough for the entire station to hear.

Someone dropped a coffee mug in another room while the officer in front of them collapsed into his chair. “Wh–what? Bella’s…dead?”

Carlisle cleared his throat and nodded. “Yes–yesterday afternoon, we received a…final call from them, the plane was going down…I-I believe Bella was going to call her parents after Edward’s call. We attempted to contact the nearest emergency services to them…but no one could pinpoint the plane’s coordinates until it was too late. It went down just off the coast of Rio de Janeiro…parts of the plane were discovered…but no survivors,” he said. His voice cracked a bit.

By now some of the other officers had joined them in the front, and at hearing the news, they all broke. One even threw up. 

One of the female officers—Sandra—sat down heavily, looking a pale shade of green. “Oh gods. They were just kids.” 

Esme sniffed. “We–we tried to call Charlie for…the funerals—” she said, breaking off into a sob. “But he wouldn’t answer the phone.” Her voice was laced with bitterness.

Like he’d been summoned, Charlie appeared behind his officers. “What’s going on out here?” Then he covered his nose and mouth. “Ugh! Why does it smell like vomit?”

Rosalie, who’d been quietly dabbing away fake tears while Emmett held her, suddenly sucked in a breath and went flying at Charlie as fast as ‘humanly’ possible. 

Before anyone could react, she slapped him across the face—not hard enough to do him a lot of damage, but definitely hard enough to leave a lasting sting. And probably a bit of a bruise.

“It’s your fault!!!” she screamed. “They were only on that plane because of you!!! They were trying to get away from your tantrum. It’s all your fault!!!!” she wailed allowing Emmett to pull her back into his arms, though inwardly she was cackling. 

Clutching his cheek and looking an equal mix of confusion and anger, he demanded, “What is? What happened?” When no one answered, he turned away from the Cullens glares and to his officers, none of whom would meet his eyes. “Would someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” 

“How do you not know? She fucking called you!” Alice screamed. 

“Who did?”

“Your daughter! Who’s now dead! Along with our brother!!! Because you drove them away they were on that damn plane!” Rosalie screamed. 

Carlisle cleared his throat. “Yesterday… We received a call from Bella and Edward. They…they told us the plane was going down…they wanted to say goodbye…Bella said she was going to call you and Renee—didn’t you receive a call from her?” he asked. 

“Maybe it crashed before she could…” Jasper trailed off, clearing his throat. He was struggling under the waves of grief flowing through the station.

Under the weight of everyone’s stares, Charlie stammered, “I was– I was out fishing. I didn’t—”

“You were—” Rose’s face took on a look of such rage that it scared quite a few of the officers. Suddenly she balled her hand into a fist before storming out.

~~~

Charlie’s POV

His hand hovered over his phone. He couldn’t bring himself to press the button to listen to that voicemail. Because he knew that once he did, it would be real. All of it. Everything the Cullens had said. It would mean—

He swallowed and pressed the button.

“Da– Charlie… I–I really don’t know why I’m calling you right now. You made it clear that I’m not your daughter anymore…I just… The plane–it’s going down…I don’t think we’ll make it and— Gods, I’m such a fool for calling— I wanted to say goodbye—” 

She was cut off by terrified screams in the background. Charlie covered his mouth to keep his own scream silent. “I just– Know that I was happy, okay? Edward made me happy…” 

Nausea lodged in Charlie’s throat and he couldn’t breathe. 

Someone, probably Edward, cleared his throat in the background. “Don’t worry my love, whatever happens, we’re in this together.”

Tears blurred Charlie’s vision and he shook his head, begging it not to be true. 

“Together.” Bella agreed with a choked sob. “Goodbye, Charlie. I—” her words cut off with Bella screaming before the most horrible crunching sound emitted from the phone, before the message cut off…most likely due to the phone being destroyed. After a horrifyingly silent second he realised he’d likely just heard the last moments of his daughter’s life.

The daughter he’d hurt and rejected so much she hadn’t even been surprised that he hadn’t picked up. 

With that, he broke down, and it would be hours before his officers outside stopped hearing his anguished, heartbroken sobs. 

~~~

Bella’s POV

I looked down at my beautiful baby girl. I hadn’t even known I could get pregnant…but here she was. Our little miracle. The past nine months of pregnancy had been gruelling…and during that entire time, when I wasn’t deliriously happy, I was nearly drowning in grief, thinking about how my mother would never meet her grandchild. Renesmee was a month old now, and seemed almost too intelligent for her age. She was showing a remarkable intuition and curiosity that Carlisle said was seen in one year olds, rather than one month olds. 

Other than that she grew at a normal rate. She did have some vampiric qualities, her skin was almost as hard as ours—I had been changed after a particularly hard birth—and she seemed to be able to comprehend our fast movements, and even track us with her eyes. Her strength was slightly more than a two year old’s, and Carlisle believed it would continue to grow. And she had a gift. She could show us her wants and needs by placing her hand on our faces.

Other than that she was perfectly normal. 

Three months ago I had decided to bring Renee back into our lives. She deserved to know my daughter. After the entire family was assured of my control, Alice began practising doing movie makeup, to make everyone look a bit older. It had been a year since anyone had contacted Renee. And Jasper had to do a bit of digging to find her new number. As well as see how their lives had been. I was ecstatic to hear that Renee had had a baby boy with Phil, he was seven months old. I couldn’t wait to meet my brother. 

Rosalie sat down next to me on the couch, smiling brightly at me. She was a bit excited about another baby in the family as well. 

We all decided Rosalie would be the one to call and deliver the good news. Rosalie squealed as she dialled the number. It rung for awhile before there was an answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi, is this Renee Dwyer?”

“Yes… Who is this?”

“I don’t know if you remember me…this is Rosalie Hale…” Rose said, trailing off.

There was a long pause. “I remember you,” Renee murmured. “You were one of Bella’s bridesmaids. Edward’s sister. You helped arrange Bella’s funeral.” 

“Yes. I think you should be sitting down for this, I have some rather…shocking news,” she said, allowing her voice to hitch.

“I’m sitting.”

“They’re alive, Mrs Dwyer. Bella and Edward are alive,” she said, making her voice sound breathless, as if she could hardly believe it herself. 

“What?!” Renee’s voice broke. She sucked in a sharp breath. “Are you serious?”

“Yes!” Rose laughed happily.

“If this is some kind of prank—”

“It’s not! We just got the call a week ago. After the plane went down, somehow…miraculously they washed up on the coast of Rio, and they were still alive! In terrible shape but alive! Only they didn’t have any identifying documents on them so they were a Jane and John Doe. According to reports they were wrapped in each other’s arms, and the only way they knew they were married was because of the matching wedding bands. They’ve been in a hospital in Rio in medically induced comas this entire time! They woke up last week! I’m sorry we haven’t called you until now, it’s just that everythings been so hectic…the whole family immediately hopped on a plane to Rio and we’ve been busy trying to sort everything out.”

"Where in Rio are you? We want to be there!” Renee said with a cross between joy and panic in her voice.

“We’re in Galeão, we knew you’d want to come visit so my family has purchased you, Phil, and your child first class tickets for the day after tomorrow if that’s not too soon? We’ll pick you up from Rio-de-janeiro international airport when your flight lands. If you agree that is, I’ll happily send you all the flight details,” Rosalie offered.

“We’ll be there!! Please tell them that we love them!! And are on our way! Thank you, thank you so much for finding them and for letting me know.” She was crying with obvious happiness.

“Of course Renee…also, there’s more you should know, but I really think it should wait until you get here, it isn’t anything bad! Just, very shocking,” Rosalie informed her, hurrying to reassure Renee.

"Shocking? Are they okay? Are they going to be alright?? Are they badly scarred? Will surgery help with scarring? Bella and Edward are so beautiful they should…shouldn’t be scarred. No, it doesn’t matter, scarred or not they will always be beautiful and I will always love them.” Renee obviously used a Herculean effort to get hold of her natural panic and fear. It was clear that after a year of believing her beautiful daughter was dead, all that mattered to her was that Bella and Edward were actually alive by some miracle.

Rosalie chuckled. “No, they aren’t scarred. Bella did have to…change a bit. But nothing grotesque I assure you, and that’s not the shocking information…you really should wait until you arrive…I’m not sure you’d believe it otherwise.” Rosalie hedged.

Loudly taking slow, deep, calming breaths, Renee managed to speak calmly in a relaxed and somewhat assured tone of voice. “Rosalie, I’ll do my best to keep my speculation under control. I’m sure Bella has told you it won’t be easy for me but I’m going to try. Please please send all of the information you have for the flights for Phil, Buddy, and I. We will be there as soon as possible. I’m going to hang up now, I have to give Phil the good news and we have to pack. Thank you again!”

Rosalie smiled. “No problem Renee. We’ll see you when you arrive.”

~~~

Cullen POV

Rosalie and Esme stood in the airport just beyond baggage claim waiting for Renee and Phil. Originally they were just going to give Renee and Phil the cover story of Bella and Edward being found. No matter how much Bella wanted her mother in her life, she would not endanger their lives by telling them the truth. However something happened that negated the threat.

The Volturi had been defeated. The Romanians had been secretly gathering forces to overtake the powerful Vulturi, and two weeks ago they had struck. The battle was long…by vampire standards, it had taken an entire four hours. But when the dust settled, the Romanians were victorious. And with their return to rule, came new regulations. Humans could be told of vampires’ existence under two conditions: if they were the biological or legal family to the vampire, or if they were the vampire’s mate. Any other reason would have to be brought to the Romanians for them to cast judgement. 

They would tell Renee the truth. But first they would ensure she knew and internalised the cover story.

Rosalie raised her hand to catch Renee’s attention as she and Phil came towards them.

“Renee! Phil!” she called.

Phil was pushing a stroller, but Renee ran to Rosalie and hugged her tightly before doing the same with Esme. She was shaking with emotions but trying to keep her words under control. When Phil caught up to them a few moments later he warmly greeted them.

“Esme, Rosalie, we cannot tell you how thrilled we are by this wonderful miracle. Please excuse my wife, she is trying to keep her emotions under control, so she will be rather silent for a while. Let me introduce you to our son Peter. We call him Buddy. Buddy, this is Esme and Rosalie, they are family. Can you say hello?”

Obviously being too young to actually speak, but still being a rather bright young fellow, and very personable, young Buddy gave a toothless smile and waved a chubby fist.

Rosalie and Esme cooed at him and greeted him warmly. 

Rosalie stood from her crouch in front of the stroller. “I think I speak for my entire family when I say we’re glad you know Bella and Edward are okay. This way to the car,” she said, gesturing towards the parking lot. 

Soon they were on the road headed towards the Cullens current residence, which they reached in under twenty minutes. 

They didn’t speak much as they drove, everyone in the car worrying for different reasons about the reunion that was about to take place.

Leading the Dwyers into the house and towards the living room they paused near the doors letting Renee and Phil enter the room first.

The entire family had gathered, along with a vampire by the name of Gabrielle, she was here due to the caveat of the new rules. If any human you told couldn’t handle or keep the secret, you would have to silence them one way or another. Bella didn’t want her mother and Phil to be harmed if they couldn’t handle the secret, so Carlisle had invited Gabrielle over due to her unique gift. She could erase memories.

Bella smiled as soon as she saw her mother. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Phil,” she said. Renesmee was cradled gently in her arms, Edward by her side.

“Bella! Oh my beautiful Bella! I have missed you so much!!” Renee cried out, running to her daughter and son-in-law. Soon she had all three in her arms. It was only then that she noticed Renesmee. 

Renee became very quiet as her happiness somehow tripled itself. Her voice was an awed hush as she whispered, “Are you the baby’s parents? Oh what am I saying, of course you are, she looks just like the two of you! But how, after surviving the plane crash? Oh, what you have been through. Hello little one, I’m your loving but neurotic grandma. And I come with a gift of a playmate around your age. You have an uncle Buddy.“ 

After looking at her daughter, Edward and Renesmee for several moments longer she moved aside just a little so Phil could join her in the family hug.

Bella smiled. “It’s good to see you, Mom. This is Renesmee, our daughter. I combined your name with Esme. Unfortunately for her I didn’t just combine two names, her full name is Renesmee Jolie Mariette Cullen,” Bella informed them kissing her daughter’s head. “Ren, this is your other grandma, Grandma Renee.” Renesmee put her little hand on her mother’s face, showing Bella a replay of her birth, then focusing on Esme, and then blue, which meant confusion, followed by Renee’s face. She was asking why Renee hadn’t been there when she was born. 

Just as Bella was about to answer her quietly, Renesmee decided to get her answers from the source apparently, and reached out both hands. One to Phil’s face, and one to Renee’s.

Everyone panicked, this was not how they meant to tell her. 

“Renesmee no!” But it was too late. Her hands were firmly placed on her new grandparents’ faces.

Edward let out a sound somewhere between a chuckle and a groan. Renesmee had an irritated little pout on her face as she replayed the images she had just shown Bella.

Renee was suddenly sobbing broken heartedly as she gasped. "I didn’t know! I didn’t know! Bella called and said they were dying!! I grieved so much. I would have been there! Bella died! I didn’t know!" 

“Wha–what was that?” Phil croaked. 

Renesmee frowned. Her mama would never die… she couldn’t understand what her new grandma meant. Before she could ask in her usual way, Alice danced over and scooped her up.

Bella sighed. “Mom, Phil, you must be so confused… please let me explain. But before I do I need to tell you what we will be telling everybody else. As far as anyone not in this room is concerned. After the plane crashed, we washed up on the coast of Rio, and were unconscious, with only our wedding bands identifying us as married. Little did anyone know at the time, I was a month pregnant. This was discovered later by the doctors and I spent the entirety of my pregnancy in a medically induced coma. Two weeks ago Edward and I healed enough to be pulled out of our comas, and after getting our identities they contacted Carlisle and Esme, who contacted you a week later.” She stressed each word, letting her mother and Phil know this story was vital.

Gasping around her tears Renee asked, "Are you saying I should only tell people the public story?” Renee looked like she was desperately trying to find a life raft in an ocean of confusion.

Bella nodded. “Yes, but Mom, Phil, that story is a lie… Let me tell you the truth, but to do that, I’ll have to start from the beginning.”

And so she began, beginning with her move to Forks, how the Cullens caught her eye immediately, Edward especially. The van accident in her first month. Edward ignoring her. Everything she observed about his family. Edward speaking to her, then saving her from her would be attackers in Port Angeles, but only after she’d begun to suspect what he really was.

Her going to La Push, coaxing the legends out of Jacob, then confronting Edward. Them getting together, after he confirmed he and his family were vampires. The baseball game. Why she really ran to Phoenix that time. James hunting her and tricking her. 

Edward trying to leave but deciding to stay. Her birthday party months later. Edward’s decision and why he left her. The months of despair. Jumping off the cliff. Alice coming and explaining about the Volturi and their laws. Her flight to save Edward. The Volturi’s ultimatum: die or be changed. Edward coming back. Her decision to be changed regardless of the Volturi’s decree. Edward’s resistance. Then his proposal, her refusal.

His countless proposals that followed until she agreed. Her resolve to choose Edward. Everything that happened at the barbeque. Why she chose to ‘die’ in her parents’ eyes. The danger they would have been in had she told them the truth. And finally why she’d changed her minds, along with the change in leadership—and rules—in the vampire world.

Finally she took an unnecessary breath. “And that’s all of it.”

Renee gasped and cried often as she listened to Bella. She was silent for a few moments after her daughter had finished speaking. She could hardly believe everything she had heard. Though she knew it was true, and she’d probably ask for more details. But that was for later, right now she needed Bella to understand how much she loves her.

“I understand that you need me to keep your secrets. I will always keep your secrets. I haven’t outlived you! I won’t ever outlive you, and that is all that matters. I love you, Bella! I love you, Edward! And I love your special daughter too. Keeping you safe is all I care about.”

Bella’s eyes shone with tears that would never shed. ‘Thank you, Mom. I’m so glad to have all of my family back!” she sniffed. 

Phil hated to interrupt, but he needed to know something. “Will you tell Charlie the truth? I mean, I don’t think we could properly pretend you’re dead, he still calls occasionally.  And no offence love, but your acting skills aren’t the best,” he said, aiming the last bit at Renee.

Bella shook her head. “No. Don’t worry, I know all about my mother’s lack of acting abilities. I inherited them after all,” she chuckled. “Charlie will get the public story. I’m not ready to fully forgive him yet but I know he’s been a mess ever since my supposed death. I think a year of believing me to be dead, and that it was his fault, was punishment enough.”

“I can talk about Bella being miraculously alive?” Renee asked for clarification, her head still whirling with the secrets she now held, and would take to her grave.

Edward nodded. “Just don’t deviate from the public story,” he said. 

“I can do that!” Renee said eager with the knowledge that the discretion needed was within her abilities.

Edward chuckled slightly, remembering the funeral he had seen through Alice’s eyes. It was quite touching. However what made him chuckle was when Renee had flown into a rage at Charlie, hurling insults at the man and blaming him for their daughter’s death before calling him a sorry excuse for a father and hitting him with her purse.

Bella glared at her husband, having a fair idea of what he found humorous. Rosalie had recorded the entire funeral for her. 

Emmett grinned. “Hey, I just thought of something. Renesmee is advancing very fast mentally. But Buddy is physically older. Do you think when they argue it’ll turn into those hilarious kid fights you see on TV when each kid tries to one up the other? Buddy is older but Ren might very well talk first!” He snickered, imagining the petty squabbles that could ensue for years to come.

“Emmett!” multiple voices groaned in exasperation.

Rosalie cuffed him over the head. “Ow, fuck!” he complained.

Renesmee’s face took on a look of concentration and Alice gasped in horror. “No!” she cried out

It was too late Renesmee opened her mouth. “F….uck!” she sputtered loudly, making the F sound more like a raspberry. 

Emmett’s eyes widened in panic as Bella slowly rose from the couch. “Emmett?” she called calmly. 

“Ah, yes my dearest, sweetest, non-violent, sister?” he asked. 

Renee calmly handed her daughter a lighter and Bella smiled sweetly before turning to Emmett, a malevolent glint in her eyes. “Run,” she hissed.

Emmett was out the door in a flash.

[neornuna]

The Scout

GENERAL

Name: Bumblebee Race: Cybertronian Visible Age: n/a

Actual Age: ???

Production Date: He can’t remember.

Revival Date: 06/05/?? (dd/mm/yy)

Gender: Cybertronian

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality: Queer

Preference: Male-leaning

APPEARANCE

Optics: Cyber Blue Shell: Electric Yellow Height: 17ft Body Type: Cybertronian Light Type: Arc (Hunter - loosely)

PERSONALITY

His Ghost would describe him as annoyingly incompetent. Someone nicer would describe him as bubbly, easily excited, and curious. He tends to get himself into trouble with his natural urge to explore, but he’s always able to get himself out of it as easily.

BACKGROUND

Revived in the swamps of Old Chicago, he can’t remember anything from before the day Papillion found him. He’s quite happy with his life now, but he can’t shake the itch that he’s forgetting (and thus failing at) something really important.

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The Triplicate Conundrum

GENERAL

Name: Blitzwing Race: Cybertronian Visible Age: n/a

Actual Age: ???

Production Date: He can’t remember.

Revival Date: 08/05/?? (dd/mm/yy)

Gender: Cybertronian

Pronouns: he/any (neutral), she/they (chaotic), he/him (anger)

Sexuality: Queer

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Optics: Cyber Red Shell: Royal Purple and Plum Height: 37ft Body Type: Cybertronian Light Type: Solar, Void, Arc (loosely adheres to all classes)

PERSONALITY

Their Ghost would describe him as unpredictable, and untrustworthy due to it. Blitzwing would describe himself as a mech just trying to find his way in the world. The personality varies by face, of course; Anger is mostly angry, as one would think, Neutral tends to front most often and has a flat affect, and in turn tends to be the most predictable. 

BACKGROUND

Revived in the swamps of Old Chicago, he can’t remember anything, not even the reason he feels so uncomfortable around his Ghost. He’s overly polite to Static to try and compensate, but it never works. He always feels like he’s missing something, now that he’s Risen, but he can’t put his finger on what.

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The Escaped Pet Project

GENERAL

Name: Rocket Race: Raccoon-Cyborg…thing. Visible Age: ???

Actual Age: Fuck if he remembers.

Birth Date: Wasn’t sapient enough to keep track when he was born.

Rebirth Date: 01/01/?? (It was in the Golden Age, he remembers that)

Gender: Rocket, fuck you.

Pronouns: he/they/it

Sexuality: Aroace robosexual homoromantic

Preference: Anything metal

APPEARANCE

Eye/optics: Chocolate brown, sky blue, candy red Fur/plating: Slate grey/dark brown/cream, silver Height: 3’7” Body Type: Raccoon

PERSONALITY

Braytech calls him a smartass with dreams bigger than his body can handle. The authorities call him a cocky son of a bitch, with a real hard-on for guns and machines, who has the chronic need to be the smartest guy in the room. Groot knows him as a frightened animal who constantly feels like he’s backed into a corner, who has five escape plans for every situation. He’s self-described as a machismo-filled heroine that’s good with machines.

BACKGROUND

Imagine being forced into sapience, into what humans envision as the ideal of apex life. Imagine being so smart you don’t have the words for it, and never getting the opportunity to learn the words for it. Imagine your friends dying because you didn’t move fast enough. Imagine personally clawing up the face of Clovis Bray I. Imagine a sting in the back of your skull, then waking up god knows how long later, blind, deaf, unable to move beyond shivering, unable to speak, because you’d been put on ice semi-permanently. Imagine being unable to comprehend the freedoms before you, because you never had the chance before. Imagine not recognising your body for the first couple years you were back up and rehabilitating, because when you went to sleep you were still a juvenile. Imagine having to half-replace yourself with tech you despise because frostbite took half of your faculties. You now know what it’s like to be Rocket Raccoon.

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The Flowering Heart

GENERAL

Name: Groot Race: Groot Visible Age: Groot’s a tree.

Actual Age: Tree

Birth Date: Not possible to transcribe on Sol calendars, Rocket celebrates Groot’s birthday on the same day Groot found him, so 23/09.

Rising Date: Who cares?

Gender: Groot

Pronouns: groot/groot/groot. Will accept he/him, they/them, it/its

Sexuality: Aroace

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Eyes: N/A Bark: Brown Height: Variable; sticks around 8’5”. Body Type: Tree Light Type: Flora (arc/solar) (no class adherence)

PERSONALITY

I am Groot.

BACKGROUND

I am Groot.

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The Super Colonel

GENERAL

Name: Sarge Race: Cybernetically upgraded Human (Chinese-American) Visible Age: He never takes off his helmet, nobody knows.

Actual Age: Rude!

Birth Date: July 4th, of course!

Rising Date: He forgot.

Gender: MAN!

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Has relationships with women, and sex with men (Pansexual)

Preference: N/A

APPEARANCE

Eyes: ??? Skin: His armour is his skin at this point, so…red. Height: 5’4” Body Type: Chubby in the buff way Light Type: Solar (it’s the most red) (+ explosions) (Titan)

PERSONALITY

Loud, proud, brash, dumbass, yet somehow tactically gifted in ways most people can’t comprehend. He’s a complete and utter jackass, but under everything is a man who cares deeply and doesn’t know how to show it.

BACKGROUND

He will not tell anyone, he refuses to tell anyone a lick of backstory, and every time you needle him for information, he will say something wildly different and off the cuff every time. His fake backstories include being a failed clone of Lord Shaxx, being the last living descendant of Zavala, being dredged out of the methane sea on Titan, being a scientist that worked with Rasputin personally, and being a failed clone of the Young Wolf.

[seekfirst-community]

"Those whose hearts are pure are temples of the Holy Spirit....

If now, against my will, you cause me to be polluted, a twofold purity will be gloriously imputed to me. ...

No one's body is polluted so as to endanger the soul if it has not pleased the mind." (St Lucy, Virgin and Martyr).

"Jesus said to the chief priests and the elders of the ­people:

“What is your opinion? A man had two sons. He came to the first and said, ‘Son, go out and work in the vineyard today.’

"The son said in reply, ‘I will not,’ but ­afterwards he changed his mind and went.

"The man came to the other son and gave the same order. He said in reply, ‘Yes, sir,’ but did not go.

"Which of the two did his father’s will?”

"They answered, “The first.” Jesus said to them,

“Amen, I say to you, tax collectors and prostitutes are entering the Kingdom of God before you. When John came to you in the way of righteousness, you did not believe him; but tax collectors and ­prostitutes did. Yet even when you saw that, you did not later change your minds and believe him.” (Matthew 21: 28 - 32).

Tuesday 13th of December 2022 of the 3rd Week of Advent is the feast of St Lucy, Virgin and Martyr.

Lucy was born circa 283 AD in a noble Roman family. She consecrated her virginity early to Jesus Christ. When she refused to marry Paschasius, he was enraged and reported her to the government as a Christian. When all efforts to make Lucy change her mind failed, she was condemned to death. She was tortured and her two eyes were gorged out.

Lucy died a martyr under Emperor Diocletian (+304). Lucy is the patron saint of the blind and all those who have eye trouble. Lucy had been venerated as a saint from antiquity. Her name is included in the Roman Canon.

What is possibly the best and most important thing you can do for yourself and your family in the next several days left in Advent?

Reconciliation! Reconciliation! Reconciliation!

Why do I say this? Because the grace of the Advent Reconciliation is comparable to that of Lenten Reconciliation. Lent and Advent are two special seasons of Mercy in the Church. They are times of favor. The appointed time for special release of all types of graces and healing.

Do not harden your heart. The Lord hears the cry of the poor. He is waiting for you with open arms. Rush to Him.

Daily Bible Verse @ SeekFirstcommunity.com

[orioo]

Officially Baptizing the Main6! (yes, ALL of them!!)

after a painful two and a half hours of scrolling through and tapping away at a name generator, i was finally able to decide on what names the main6 will go by from this very moment >:D. it felt like an eternity and my eyes started burning halfway through, but it was more than worth the effort! 

before i get into the nitty gritty i know’s got everybody fidgety in their seats right now, i want to offer special thanks to my 3 irl friends (out of which only one has tumblr at the moment) for aiding my undecided ass with the name-picking. honestly, if i knew settling on names for my characters would be such a hassle, i would’ve created a smaller squad (... who am i kidding. i’m actually already coming up with several other important characters as i type this, all of which will need to be named too). right; i bow down to my knees and thank you from the very bottom of my heart @kazumaple9, Yuri and Ralu for partaking in my stressful journey of baptizing my kids.

one last thing i must mention is that i (after a very long and enjoyable talk with my friend Yuri, who has been the best advisor i could ever have for this personal project of mine) have come up with most of the plot. very broadly, sure, but the base is built and it is there to last. one thing i’ll make sure to focus on in this story is character development, at least for my main6, which will be getting individual character story arcs (most of which, if not all, have already been decided upon). i have taken this into consideration when choosing some of their names, and i will mention whatever it is to mention about my reasoning, so if you would prefer not to have these things spoiled to you just yet, make sure to skip over the text underneath each character name reveal.

without further ado, let’s start the introductions! :D

N1 - the Prince, will now be called Filip !

very original, yes, i know. he’s a prince, thus he gets the name Filip with an F. i looked through so many different types of names (from fantasy&folklore to real like names based on EVERY.COUNTRY.EVER.) that i don’t exactly remember what origin his name has, sorry. unfortunately, this is also the case to most of the others...

N2 - the Bodyguard, will now be called Kaji !

i searched hard and i searched wide before promptly giving up blind looking for a name that would fit N2. nothing seemed to fit him, be it hispanic, british, irish, taiwanese, indonesian or latin names, it just didn’t ... fit. seeing as he was the last one to be named, i went on and looked up names related to fire in foreign languages, and settled on Kaji, in japanese. here’s the meaning: “Kaji means fire in Japanese and could also mean damage, anthropomorphic spirit, and riches battle.”. i think it fits him pretty well :]

N3 - the Mercenary, will now be called Shreya !

if i’m not wrong, the name’s origin is malaysian...? i might be wrong though, the time i spent looking through thousands of names is a blurred, hazy mess inside my mind right now. soryr about that. 

no further explanation needed in her case. she’s a big, strong, confident and hot woman that could snap anybody that dares provoke her in half and then in forths, and i frankly think that Shreya is a powerful enough name to radiate that exact same vibe. sue me.

N4 - the “Brawns”, will now be called Milo !

i’ll be honest, before i even began specifically looking for a name to fit him, i knew his name had to contain the letter O. he just, he fits the letter O. the other potential name i had ready for him was Olavi, but my friends and i unanimously decided that Milo is the superior option. Milo is a very soft sounding name and i think it does my baby N4 justice. 

N5 - the “Brains”, will now be called Piper !

unexpectedly, Piper was the one that gave me the most trouble. not that i couldn’t find a fitting name, but the exact opposite; i had way too many options to choose from, all of which fit her but didn’t ... feel fitting at the same time. the process was very difficult.

major spoiler alert ahead. i settled on calling her Piper since it is also a name fit for a witch. part of Piper’s independent story arc will revolve around the descovery of her heritage, so i went out of my way and looked for witch (and fae) specific names in particular. Piper also sounds casual enough to not raise any question signs as to its origin region from the Kingdom, which is perfect; since Piper (and Milo!) both come from very small regions, almost lost into the unknown when looking for them on a map.

N6 - the Goddess, will now be called Phala !

Phala’s name is old news by now, but what must be done needs to be done. i won’t forgive myself if i do things halfway regarding my dear main6, and in no reality ever was i going to exclude Phala from the official naming ceremony.

for those still in the dark that haven’t read my last post regarding her name picking reason, it’s very simple; Phala is a fitting name for a goddess and one i liked the sound of at first sight. aditionally, it sounds very gentle and elegant, both of which Phala is plenty!

alright, that’s that for the names, everybody. i’ll go back and edit their actual names in stead of the basic N(number) in my other posts. it will take me a while, so have patience <3

in addition, i started working on a very important post; additional worldbuilding, major plot points and character arcs. just a planner for now, nothing too extravagant, but it’ll help me as much as you to understand the flow of things better; what’s to come, when to expect certain stuff and more details regarding the Kingdom (unfortunately, i have yet to name the grander regions. i’ve had enough of name-picking for one day, sorry). i expect this post to clear up some of the question any of you might have, so i’ll take my time working on it and organizing my thoughs first before writing them down. 

thank you for your patience and i hope you enjoyed today’s post! i also hoped you like the names chosen for our dear main characters, and that you will get more attached to them now that they have an actual identity ^^ 

good night lovelies~

[diejager]

ooh! ooh! calling who boo! vice dorm leaders!

It took some time cuz I don't know then that well (plus summer class) but here ya go!

Calling who boo?

Yan & normal vice dorm leader

Tw: yandere behavior, threats, manipulation, stalking, worshipping, training, controlling.

Note: not proofread.

Wd: 2.6k

Trey Clover

As the easy-going and laid-back member of the two, Trey doesn't mind these sweet nicknames. They attract attention from some students, making the two of you stand out, but the soft feeling he got from being called 'bae' or 'babe' was satisfying enough for him to ignore it. Although it went against his principles, if it were you, he was fine.

He would laugh it off with pink cheeks in public and accept it with a cheeky grin in private. Sometimes, he'd return the nicknames with his own twist related to food - something he excelled at.

Perhaps he was shocked at first, wide eyes and dumbfounded mien, he'd ask if he heard right or if you confused him with someone else (honestly, how could you confuse his clover and green hair for anyone, no one other than him had those sticking details). You would rush to him, arms outstretched and jump on him at random times. He stumbled and almost fell most of the time, but still wrapped his arms around you. He liked this affection.

Trey really took a liking to giving and receiving nicknames, so much so, that he would call you 'sugar' before you could even think of calling him 'boo'.

Trey knew you called other people by nicknames too, he was aware of what went on in and outside Heartslabyul - he wasn't oblivious. You were very outgoing and sociable, so - of course - he expected you to give others the same treatment. He wasn't blind nor deaf, he was conscious and knowledgable when it came to you. He also knew that he was the only one who returned your calling.

It still made him feel unique after having seen how other students reacted to you. Although it left a fit of nagging jealousy, it made him feel better.

"Boo!" you jumped in his open arms, nuzzling against his cheek.

"Sugar, how are you?"

His nicknames would be sugary sweet, full of love and feeling, even though you never explicitly told him that you had feelings for him - it might've made his heart sore.

Thought being able to embrace you made him feel better, made his pained heart bloom with mirth.

Who cares if caring for you gave him more stress, attention and responsibilities, you were worth all the trouble.

"Do you understand, Sugar?" he whispered, holding you hostage against a wall in the deserted hallway. "You won't talk to anyone during lunch, if they're the one to speak first, make it short."

Trey wouldn't be the type to confine you or be delusional, he's possessive and controlling, restricting you from saying or talking to some students. He wasn't delusional at all, he knew you feared him when he got mad, and that's why you listened to him; after all, he had an extremely short fuse when it came to you.

Ever so level-headed and the mature one of the twins, Jade wouldn't waver at the names. Smile and thank you, he would; blush, however, that wasn't something he'd do. That's why he was the vice-dorm leader between him and his brother.

Jade Leech

He isn't materialist or too emotional, he was professional in many ways, and he was formal and worked hard. He could be trusted to never fall, that's why you would enjoy trying to tick him off by teasing him. It was a small distraction from his usual routine, it didn't stop him from working or studying, but he received quite the laugh from time to time. So, perhaps, it wasn't too bad.

It became a part of his routine, he'd wait for you to pop out of nowhere and surprise him with one of your cute pet names. Floyd would occasionally jump in for a name from you - not that he minded, they always shared things: food, toys, friends, pets, etc.

Although he said he's fine with sharing, that was limited to Floyd and Floyd only, outside of his twin, it brew jealousy into his heart. That's why he'd get irked if he heard, saw or knew you called someone by a nickname. He simply detested the mention of it.

Not to mention possessive; he likes taking care of his things, of his possession, he kept everything he's owned in pristine quality. So if someone dared touch you, he would get a bit violent - he still had an image to keep. Though, perhaps if they were your friend, he would let it slip, just for you.

"Bae! Let's go water your terrariums!" you hugged him from behind, arms wrapped around his neatly fashioned uniform.

"Alright, let's go," Jade wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you along the hallway, a smirk playing on his lips from the stares he received. "Why don't you stay for supper too, hmm?"

"Let's try this once more, (Name). We've been over this a few dozen times, now, you should be able to grasp it."

As mentioned before, Jade is possessive, if you added yandere to the problem, he'd become extremely possessive, wanting to own every finger of your being. Having this habit of growing plants and raising bugs and fauna for his terrarium collection, he'd see it through that you're properly trained - he's always wanted to try it. In a way, it was a solution for not letting others approach you in a way that Jade hates when he's not around, you'll know how to dodge them.

Jamil's calm and mannered, he's careful with everything he does, even speaking to you, but he appreciates the importance you give him. Having someone praise him for more than a helping hand around the dorm or gratifying words for helping the dorm leader. Everything he did wasn't too perfect nor too horrible, just enough of both to stay out of people's eyesight.

Jamil Viper

You, however, always praised him for the simplest things he did to his most outstanding skills. You hugged him when he brought you snacks, you thanked him when he helped you with assignments, you smiled at him so softly that he felt like his heart would burst when you two spent time together and you called him sweet nicknames when you talked to him.

Jamil figured that having you by his side wouldn't be so bad, he enjoyed your presence. He liked it that you ran to him whenever you saw him, hearing you scream out 'boo' in the middle of the hallway always made him smirk as his heart fluttered; or when you'd pop out while he cooked or prepared dessert for the dorm and help him however he asked - without him using his unique magic.

He never shows or brags about how good his abilities are, but he could never deny wooing you when you peer around the corner with a small, yet adorable :

"Bae?"

He likes thinking that he had something to himself, something that Kalim, the person he's bound to listen to, didn't have - or so he thought.

He was more so betrayed than heartbroken when he saw you call Kalim 'boo' from afar, he thought that the both of you had something special, something that none other had with you, perhaps, in his mind, you were as in love as he was with you.

He might feel the pain, but he won't show it, he'll act exactly the same, smirk at you, welcome you, invite you, work with you, but his eyes won't have their usual gleam. You'd realize the change, of course, how could you not when you spent more than half your time with him? That's why you had to confront him, he took things better upfront.

"Boo, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings," you approached him, but he smiled and denied understanding why you suddenly said that. "Don't lie to me, Jamil. Tell me what j did so I can mend back your pain."

Hearing you say his name shook him, it added a bigger impact to your plea, the rarity of his name leaving your lips made him cave - he had only heard you call him by his name once before in a conversation.

It might take some time for you two to go back to the way you were, but after promising to call others by any pet name except 'boo' - you were stubborn, liking to call people by nicknames - you two eased back to the usual duo in a few days.

"Come on, you saw how they reacted when you told them about us, you wouldn't want to get hurt right? Then you better stay by my side, (Name)."

A yandere Jamil wouldn't mind using his unique magic on you, Snake charmer was his own, so - in his mind - it was as if God had blessed him with this to keep you his. If it doesn't work, he has a silver tongue, very eloquent and convincing on you as much as on other students; he'd put more effort with you than others though. He'd also be intrusive, extremely so, always by your side once you leave your classroom. His cuddles and hugs are constricting, wanting to keep you by his side.

He started stalling you before actually meeting you, call it a habit of his, to observe the students that interested him from afar as hunters did with their prey. He saw how sweet you greeted others and how you treated everyone equally, this was what first caught his attention; he found it beautiful. Meeting you might add something exciting to his life, he hoped it would.

Rook Hunt

As he expected, you greeted him happily, knowing his name, and yet, you still called him 'bae' on your first meeting. He finally knew how the others felt! A unique thrill that made his blood pump wildly, you were sweeter in person and skin almost as perfect as Vil - he would never tell you that in person, his perfect would have his head on a silver platter.

He enjoyed interacting with you more than observing from a branch hidden under leaves. That's why he appeared more often when you were out, wanting to feel the same adrenaline you gave.

It was a great friendship, you were honest, sociable and pretty in his eyes, you could've fit perfectly in Pomefiore if you had magic. The more he spent time with you, the more his feeling grew from two-sided to one-sided.

He saw you as more than a friend, he hoped you knew that, but he knew, he just knew that you wouldn't return his feelings - you couldn't because you might leave any day if Crowley found a way to send you home.

Although knowing all that, he was fine with loving you unconditionally - even though you didn't know - he was fine staying a friend in your eyes. However, he started sneaking glances into your room at night and glared at the students that interacted with you while you were with him. He started hating the people who received your sweet nature and happy smile that made his heart flutter. Was it so bad to want to be the only one to see it?

He was in his own world to want to admire you next to you as he did from afar. He'll allow some selected few to stick to you, like Grim, prefects and a few good friends, but other than that, he would glare at them until they understood and left you two.

He's gentle with you, to please you and care for you. He's usually meticulous in whatever he does, he takes more care in what he does with and for you.

"Oh- fait attention, (Name). You could have fallen and ruin Vil's hard work," he caught you in his arm, a teasing smirk playing on his lips.

"Ah- thank you, boo!"

He smiled a lot, smirked and grinned at you, all genuinely happy. He still smirked and grinned with others, but the underlying threat in his eyes scared them away, yet he still smirk - he always does.

"Parfait! Tes yeux, tes lèvres, ton coeur et ton âme!! It's all perfect in my eyes, my sweet (Name)."

Rook would still have his stalking tendencies, but multiplied tenfold. He's everywhere even if you're not looking, observing you sleep, eat, talk, do assignments and breathe. Worshiping you while he's watching from afar, his thoughts are swarmed by your eyes, your hair, your skin, your lips, your everything! He'd worship every part of you all the same. He'd hold your hands and whisper praises, stare into your eyes with crazed gleams and pepper his love over your face.

Lilia was very outgoing compared to his peers in Diasomnia, he was old enough to be mature and young-looking enough to be cheery. He had his perks and so did he like other students' perks: like yours, calling everyone you knew by 'boo', 'bae' or 'babe'. It was as quirky as his habit of greeting others upside down.

Lilia Vanrouge

He liked your fearlessness when you approached him and Malleus, you hadn't left either of them out when you did something, instead, you invited them over to have tea, study for Malleus' Gargoyle Studies club, play games or just hang out.

He grew to care for you, watch over you like he did with Malleus when he was a child and protect you from both far and near. He sent a familiar to watch over you while he was busy, reporting everything that goes on with you - good and bad. Although if he had time, Lilia would stick to your side - after warning Malleus, Silver and Sebek - showing a few tricks while he hovered over you.

Lilia's smart and quick-witted, he's also always aware of what happens around you, nothing could pass his ears. He knew from the start how you interacted with the students. He didn't mind, he was rational enough not to get jealous, but he did get worried about how they would act up against you. Would the students touch you in any way? Would they harm you? Would they do something you didn't like? Would they force you to take something from them?

His reputation was enough to me they scramble, fear of doing anything towards you. He would see it through that you stayed safe and unharmed, he was a guardian before and he still is one. He was powerful too, an old and powerful wizard dressed in a young man's skin.

"We're hosting a party after classes, care to join, (Name)?" Lilia grinned, body turned upside down as he floated. "It's a simple diner, nothing big."

"Since you asked, alright, boo!"

In stark contrast to his usual expression, Lilia can become serious, silently so. If needed, he could switch from cheery to stern in a millisecond. You were his top priority until he graduated from NRC.

"I'll protect you, (Name). I made an oath to do so, Twisted Wonderland is crawling with harmful and twisted people, it's too dangerous without me."

Lilia is an overprotective kind of yandere, he has the age, wisdom and maturity to know - or so he thinks - what's better for you. He's a being of old, compared to him, you were an infant, and that pushed his need to protect and watch over you. Naturally so, as someone who keens to protecting you, he wouldn't dream of laying a harmful hand on you, he wouldn't hurt you, or force you into anything - except his love - Lilia is quite harmless towards you. He reserved all his deadly spells and cursed for the people that mean harm to you.

[kakashish0e]

Confusion || Kakashi & Yamato x Reader

♥︎ Master list

Pairing: kakashi & Yamato x fem! Reader

Warnings/Content: Unprotected Sex, Fingering, Virginity Loss, Age gap, Marking, Cheating mentioned, Praise kink, Rough Sex, Alcohol Consumption, Jealousy, Hair Pulling, Doggy Style

-If you ever come across any word errors, please ignore them. Thank you ♡

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Kakashi and your best friend anko have been dating for a couple of months now. When anko broke the news that her and Kakashi started dating, it felt as if your heart was ripped out of your chest, you had fallen in love with him and when you were about to confess your feelings, they had already told you that Kakashi was dating someone else.

You felt like screaming right in front of them, yes you were devastated. But you had to be happy for anko, her past wasn't easy compared to yours and you wanted her to be happy. Even if that meant you couldn't be with the person that you had loved for several months.

You didn't feel like seeing the both of them together so you stayed home for a couple of days trying to recover from your heartache. Anko always tried her best to get you to come out but you never wanted to get out of your house. She always asked you what was wrong and you never answered her, how can you tell her that you're jealous and want Kakashi all for yourself? All what you ever told her was that you were a bit sick and decided to stay home for a little while.

You knew that this was an unhealthy problem for you, obsessing over someone that might not even notice you. So you tried going on blind dates to get Kakashi off your mind. The relationship between anko and Kakashi was your main problem, and all the men you have dated never really caught your interest. The only man who was perfect was Kakashi, although you probably thought he sees you as just a friend and he's off the market so you had a low chance of being with him.

You went on a date with another guy, Seeing each other's likes and dislikes, their favorite hobbies and see what you both had in common. He mostly liked all things you seem to not have much interest on, he was also the type of guy that never drank or went to parties before. You couldn't describe him in the most respectful way but he seemed to be the opposite to what you liked, you tried your nicest way of saying that you're not interested in him.

"Hey Listen... You're a really nice guy but you kinda don't interest me, I'm so sorry." His big smile faded and it turned into a frown that you most often see when you turn someone down, "it's alright, people always do this to me, but it was nice getting to know you for a good ten minutes." He smiled again and offered to pay for the tea that you placed an order on. You were truly a nice person and every rejection you gave crushed you.

Just every look of disappointment from each person made your heart coil into a ball. You left the cafe, yet your third date this week didn't go as good as you thought it would.

You really thought you would find someone new, but yet another epic fail made you loose more of your confidence in making a relationship today. Just a few yards away, you noticed anko and Kakashi strolling through the village holding hands and laughing like they were the most perfect couple in konoha. Your eyes were focused directly on Kakashi and didn't notice on what was in front of you.

Just a few seconds you bumped into someone, you both landed on the floor. So much scrolls scattered across the ground and you offered to help pick them up.

You frantically apologized after helping him, but he said everything was okay. "It's alright, i wasn't even looking either" He said in an apologetic voice as he scratched the back of his head and smiled. His smile made you blush a little bit, "Oh- my name is Yamato, that's if we ever see each other again" You chuckled and tried to brush off the fact that someone else that wasn't Kakashi obviously made you blush, "Well Yamato, I'm sorry that I caused trouble for You"

You both said your goodbyes and left. You giggled under your breath as you were remembering his warm smile, constantly replaying it over and over in your head. Could he be the one you're looking for? That question seemed to be flooding through your head as you made your way back home.

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You opened the door to your small appointment, exhausted from today. You took off your shoes and changed into more comfortable clothes, you sat on the couch thinking about what to do for tonight. The most random thought was to go to the bar to get a few things off your mind like a guy named Kakashi hatake. Maybe drink until you pass out. That was a good option, better than staying home and dwell over kakashi as always. So you got dressed and fixed your hair in a messy bun, and wore a white short sleeve shirt with a pink skirt that seemed to be acceptable to use for tonight.

You put your shoes on and left the house. On your way to the bar you were deciding what to drink, you were craving bourbon and sake. Either one would do just fine, as long as you had a good time and receive stress then it really wouldn't matter what you drank.

You entered the bar and looked around to see if you could find anyone you knew but fortunately you didn't, all you seen we're just a group of jonin that you didn't really talk with so you just took a seat.

You asked for tequila and took a few shots, you started to get a bit tipsy but still drank. You gazed to the side thinking about Yamato, him and his warm smile. It started to make your stomach flutter just by thinking about him. He made you feel the same way you felt around kakashi. Even if Yamato isn't around, You were blushing like crazy. You continued to drink until your dizziness grew more to the point you couldn't think straight.

"Well, I didn't think I'd find you here" Someone said from behind as they sat down beside you. Even if you only met him for only ten minutes, but you were very familiar with his voice. You turned to the side and seen the familiar brown hair and big smile. "Oh, hey Tomato" You looked at him trying to focus your blurry vision. He laughed at your response and corrected you. "It's Yamato and I didn't really catch your name, what is your name actually?" "Oh me?" You stayed silent for a moment, trying to remember your own name. "Oh that's right. My name is y/n, do you want one?" You offered a drink to him. "Oh thanks"

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The both of you drank and flirted with each other for quite a while. He started to whisper dirty and perverted jokes in your ear while rubbing your side. All those Dirty thoughts rushed through your mind all at once, causing your face to turn a bit red. Just the thought of him on top of you tonight made you give a devilish smirk. But you suddenly felt an ache in between your legs that was starting to form,

‘you really need him right now? Damn you're so horny y/n’. You tried to get it off your mind, thinking it will go away in a bit. You couldn't help but look down at his pants, you had a slight shiver as your eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Yamato had a fucking boner.

You looked back up at his face to make sure that he hadn't caught you looking down on him. But he didn't seem to be paying attention since he looked as if he's about to pass out.

"Hey isn't that y/n over there?" Anko pointed right at you from outside the bar. "That doesn't look right, Let's go inside and just watch over her. Just to make sure things go alright" Anko looks back at kakashi with concern, "Alright then, ladies first" Said Kakashi as he walks over to the entrance and opened the door for Anko so she could go in first. They both sat in a table where they were a bit far away but where they could get a clear view of what was happening.

They started to watch the both of you, even if you were drunk you could still feel eyes watching you. You grew a bit suspicious about it but you didn't want to look behind you. You started to lose your balance, so you leaned against Yamato for support. He didn't mind, but you noticed that he looked around the bar to see if anyone was looking at the both of you. When he looked at Anko and Kakashi, They were pretending to have a conversation and didn't know that you and Yamato happened to be here as well.

Yamato didn't really think much of it and turned back to you. His breath was beginning to grow heavy against the side of your neck, and gave you heated kisses on your jaw and cheek. His hand that was placed on your waist snaked further down under your skirt, and he hooked his index and middle finger on the fabric of your underwear. You already got the hint of what he wanted and you giggled a bit. "Mmm... Being pervy now are we?" you said teasingly. He nuzzled his face against your neck, pecking small kisses.

"Kakashi... What is Yamato doing to y/n right now? Because it looks as if he's literally touching her in public. Not to mention, how do they even know each other?" Anko said with anger in her voice as she was pointing out how close he was to you. She was definitely at her limit and had the urge to just pull you away from Yamato's grasp and to just drag you back home where you were supposed to be. Kakashi on the other hand wasn't really doing so well. With his keen nose, he could easily smell your arousal, that was growing stronger by the second. He had a blank expression on his face as he clenched his fists on his thighs begging not to get hard because anko was literally beside him.

Yamato's fingers let go of your underwear and pushed them to the side. He started to rub your folds and stroke your entrance. You were put in the most uncomfortable position. Getting touched in public made you really nervous, just holding back your sounds pressured you even more. Your face turned into a light shade of red as Yamato guided your hand over his erection. You squeezed his bulge, feeling how hard he was as his fingers played with your sensitive little nub and teased your wet hole.

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You looked at the clock that was hanging on the wall and realized that it was getting late. You patted his hand that was buried underneath your skirt, he slipped out his hand and licked his fingers. "You don't seem well y/n, maybe you should come to my place so you can rest" He suggested, But you kindly refused his friendly gesture and said that you could go home just fine.

Your legs were trembling and your vision was really blurry, and you didn't even know if you could walk or not. So you mostly held onto anything that was beside you, you made your way to the exit and didn't even notice Kakashi and anko as you just walked right passed them. Yamato just sat there looking at you, with the utter look of satisfaction.

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As you headed home, already exited the bar and used the walls of buildings to keep you in balance, you felt a pair of strong hands easily pull you backwards. You were now in a dark alley and all you could see was a tall figure standing in front of you, Yamato slammed his hands against the wall and his muscular thigh went in between your soft ones. Preventing you from leaving this time, "You really thought you could leave me that easily, huh?" he said with a growl in his voice as his lips went back to the soft skin of your shoulder and neck.

This time he was sucking and licking your skin, leaving red marks everywhere. You wrapped your arms around his neck and your fingers played with his messy brown locks. His hand already went back underneath your skirt and pushed your underwear to the side, already feeling your wet folds, he rubbed your entrance for a little bit and plunged two fingers inside you.

He rubbed different spots around inside of you, trying to find a spot where it pleased you the most. It was your first time getting fingered by someone, almost anywhere he rubbed felt good. "You know... I was just touching you to get you more wet. Would you like to turn around for me?, Pretty girl" He said as he pulled out his fingers and allowed you to turn around, and he automatically pinned you to the wall. Your chest and hands were pressed against the wall and you pushed your ass towards him, giving him better access to your virgin cunt.

"Such a pretty sight" He said with a smirk on his face, and unzipped his pants, pulling out his hardened length that was patiently waiting for you. He pulled down your underwear and they fell down to your ankles. You closed your eyes as his finger guiding his length to your entrance, already positioning his tip to your aching wet hole. "Are you ready y/n?" He asked as he already seen that you nodded, Yamato started to slide inside you, his tip already making it past your wet entrance.

Sliding in deeper during every slow thrust. It was your first time, and to be really honest. It hurt, it felt as if your insides were burning and you wanted to scream. But yamato's pace was slow and steady, you were really tight around him so he could barely do much.

Yamato got too comfortable and dug his hands under your shirt and bra. Playing with your breasts and pinching your nipples as they began to harden. It was a weird sensation you felt but you slowly started to like it. Small sounds coming from you, and his brief panting filled the alley, and almost could be heard by others who walk by.

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Anko and Kakashi left the bar looking for you. They were really worried as they seen a devilish smirk painted across Yamato's face before he left to go follow you. Anko started to yell your name and Kakashi just looked around. Yamato covered your mouth with his hand to prevent anyone noticing the both of you. He knew that you'd get louder if he picked up the pace. "Y/n I'm about to cum, please bear it a little longer, okay?" He said in a quiet voice as he quickened his pace, and was trying his best to suppress your moans.

Just a few seconds you felt that he immediately pulled out and Yamato's presence seemed to slowly disappear, so you looked behind you and seen the familiar face of the copy ninja, Kakashi's hand on Yamato's shoulder, trying not to let him get close to you again. "Hey whats going on here? Me and y/n were just having a little fun together." He said as looked at your trembling body, hearing you catch your breath.

The alcohol was still in your system and you got frustrated, "kakashi why'd you do that? We were almost done" Kakashi was annoyed and pissed but he knew you were just confused. "Alright, I know where Yamato lives. You escort y/n home and make sure she actually gets home" Anko said as she was about to guide Yamato home. But he put his length back in his pants and tried reaching for you.

"Woah buddy, you've done quite enough, I'm pretty sure that y/n doesn't need any more." Anko said as she pulled Yamato farther away from you, "Come on Yamato, kakashi take y/n" You were still against the wall, catching your breath. "Hmm... Yamato where have you gone? We aren't done yet, let us finish where we left off and then we can go home" You spoke softly as you looked at anko and Yamato with your blurry vision.

-"Yamato you sick bastard, look at what you did to y/n. She looks like a slut."

-"Maybe that's what she really is, she's my slut. Come here y/n" Yamato tried to walk towards you.

You sensed a presence beside you, kakashi quickly grabbed your arm and pulled you off the wall. Preventing you from being in Yamato's grasp. You landed into kakashi's arms, and he hugged you tightly. You could feel his erection press against your lower stomach. Already making your legs grow numb, You could easily tell that kakashi had a bigger one, and it made you eager for more. You didn't give a damn if kakashi was dating Anko, you wanted him inside you.

You waited until anko left to go take Yamato home.

And that meant you and kakashi were together and alone. After ten minutes of walking, you decided to make your first move. Since you and kakashi were walking side by side, one arm grabbed onto his vest for support and you had an open hand. Kakashi mainly focused on the road, making sure you both don't run into anything as you both made your way to your apartment. You smirked and dug your hand into his pants. You immediately squeezed the base of his cock and messaged his balls.

His grip on your waist tightened, "y/n you don't wanna do that" He hissed, as a warning to tell you to stop. But You didn't care, and kept pushing him further to his limits. "Kakashi, I've noticed that you have gotten hard ever since you and anko separated me and Yamato, why is that?" you said in an innocent voice, but Kakashi was left speechless, he honestly didn't know how to explain your question.

Kakashi did something he'd never thought he would, he slowly rubbed your belly and dug his hand into your skirt, already feeling your bare skin. "Were you not wearing anything underneath?" You shrugged and continued to stroke his dick. He didn't think about touching you.

In his eyes, you were just a drunk little lady who was only confused. But he couldn't seem to resist you, just the way your hand gently stroked him, making his knees grow weak. Yes it was wrong that you were drunk and that he shouldn't do anything without your consent. It didn't really make a difference since Yamato had already done something to you. He knew it was wrong, but a part of him just wanted to fuck the living shit out of you to the point all of konoha could hear the two of you.

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You finally reached your home, you pulled your hand out from his pants. You tried to open the door but it was locked, you scratched the back of your head trying to remember where you had left the spare key. "Oh that's right, it's under the mat" You bent down reaching for the key, it completely slipped from your mind that you weren't wearing anything underneath your skirt. It was dark and your hands were wandering around the floor, looking for the key.

Kakashi was tempted to look. If he ever did look, then he wouldn't be able to hold back from slamming his cock into you. But the fact that yamato's scent and yours were mixed together, pissed him off a bit. "Found it" You waved the key in the air before unlocking the door. He knew he should be going back to anko right now, but he wants to make you his. "It wouldn't hurt anko to wait twenty- no thirty more minutes" He said behind you, You were confused on what he was talking about, but you just ignored it and unlocked the door.

You started to feel heavy breathing against the back of your neck as you opened the door. As soon as you walk in, you expected kakashi to be gone already. But he was still walking behind you, as you both walked in. You felt his arms wrap around you. Pulling you really close where there was barely any space in between the both of you. He pulled down his mask and looked at your shoulder, seeing all the hickeys that Yamato left on you. He started to lick and kiss over them, covering yamato's scent with his.

"Kakashi..." you moaned softly, as he continues to kiss your neck

He began to grind his erection roughly against your ass, making you feel that hard bulge in his pants rub roughly against your soft skin. You were just teasing him, you didn't actually think he'd want it. "You'll be mine forever y/n" He said as he starts to tower over you, making you remember how small you were compared to him.

He shoves you to the ground the moment you both get past the front door, he put two fingers in his mouth and starts to soak them with his saliva. He kneels down behind you and rubs your entrance attempting to get you a little more wet. He inserts his fingers gently rubbing your sensitive walls.

Kakashi had never touched a lady, but he knows how to please them. Kakashi and Anko never made any sexual interactions with each other. And he had always been touch starved, it was his first time touching someone. And he wants to make the best out of it. Once again, being fingered was a new sensation. Almost anywhere felt good. As his fingers reached your g spot, your breathing started to get heavier.

"Y-yes Kakashi right there....Ahhh" He understood and kept stroking, your walls started to tighten around his fingers. You clawed the floor as your walls clenched around his fingers. To be honest, his fingers worked better than yamato's. Kakashi's fingers stayed in your pussy, and used his other hand to unzip his pants.

You felt his fingers slipping out, he stroked his length with your juices that was left on his fingers. His body hovered over yours, his tip rubbed against your entrance as a way to tell you that he's about to start, before forcing his fat cock into you so quickly. He wanted to know how it felt being inside someone. The way your warm walls wrapped around his length very tightly surprised him a bit. "You're so- tight. Hah, Shit." He groaned as he was fully inside of you, Just the sound of your sweet moans as the warmth of your wet cunt made him even more hungry than before. He sat up on his knees and gripped your hips as he began to thrust.

His pace was rough and fast, like an animal. His body weight pinned you down on the floor, you really couldn't do anything other than moan his name.

"You're taking my cock really well, but can you handle more, Baby girl?" You couldn't respond as the instant pleasure coursing through your body. Yes it's true, his dick was better but you really didn't want to admit it just yet. The way he stretches out your walls, you have waited for this moment your whole life and now you finally get to feel what you have longed for. But of course this was only gonna happen once in a lifetime, after all this is over he's just gonna go back to anko and forget all this happened.

What if anko finds out about this? Your best friend finds out that you've fucked around with her boyfriend. How would she react to this?

You started to feel ashamed, you shifted your head. Getting a glimpse of kakashi who was enjoying himself at every thrust. You closed your eyes as your walls started to tighten a little once again. You felt his pace slowdown a little bit, you might've thought he calmed down a bit. So you start to get up and move a little. Kakashi was almost to his release, and you squirming under him kinda bothered him a little.

-"But we're not done yet, princess" He said as one of his hands left your hip and reach for your head.

Grabbing a fistful of hair and pulled your head backwards causing your back arch. "I'm not thinking to stop until your pretty little pussy is full with my cum" Even if you wanted to leave, you weren't really sure if you could escape him. "Kakashi... We should stop, what if anko finds out about this" He starts to laugh and picks up the pace. "Y/n... you have me all for yourself and the first thing that comes to your mind is anko, how disappointing"

You could feel your walls grow tighter during every thrust. "Kakashi...im close"

"yes I know, just wait a little longer for me" You gave a slight nod and tried your best not to make your second orgasm. You really couldn't wait anymore as his tip gave a big fat kiss on your cervix. You let out a loud cry as you couldn't hold it any longer. "I'm sorry kakashi..." You shut your eyes with tears rushing down your cheeks, Your walls clenched all around him and he stopped moving.

But lucky for you, he was already at his release. His grip on your hair tightened even more as his cock twitched uncontrollably inside you. Your moans and his grunts filled the dark living room, painting your walls white with his seed. He was on the verge of collapsing on top of you, but he managed to keep himself together. He was really tired but he wanted more, he just couldn't get enough of you. "You make me feel like a different person y/n, I have to make you mine"

His grip on your hair loosened, and eventually letting you go "kakashi..." He gave a faint smile and tucked some of your hair behind your ear so he could get a better view of your face. "I love you, y/n" You just stared up at him without any facial expression, you obviously didn't believe him, how could he just cheat on anko like that? "Just drop the act kakashi, you just want me for sex. Nothing more than a short pleasure, isn't that right?" you looked up at him, waiting for what he had to say.

Kakashi had figured that you might've gotten the wrong idea already, yeah it was so sudden that the both of you randomly had sex on the floor.

He stayed silent for a moment, but you were already expecting a response from him by now. Kakashi wasn't even looking at you, you became irritated at the complete silence. You let out a sigh in frustration and began to get up and go to the bedroom to just leave the awkward silence from him. "So I was right, wasn't I Kakashi? I'm just your sex toy" You tried your best not to cry, but you were the emotional type. "You can go now kakashi" You began to walk to your bedroom wiping tears that were rushing down your face.

"Y/n wait! Don't leave" He got up as fast as he could and rushed down the hallway to stop you. He pulled you backwards and hugged you tightly. "Y/n do you honestly think I'd use you like that? A sex toy? Are you being serious right now?" You didn't know what to believe, you just stayed there in silence hearing him out. "Y/n I have loved you since the beginning, I just never knew how to express my feelings"

You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, "oh yeah? Then why are you dating anko?" He looked up at the ceiling and chuckled. "Well the reason I dated anko was to get closer to you, but that didn't work out didn't it?" He buried his face in your neck, giving you one last hug before he needed to leave. "Y/n I have to leave soon" You turned around and hugged him back, "No kakashi, don't leave. Stay here with me..." He had finally confessed his love and now he has to leave.

"Anko is probably waiting, she'll get suspicious if I stay longer. I promise I'll come back tomorrow and sort things out with you" He grabbed your hand and brought you to your room, "you should sleep, you've had a long night thanks to me" He scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously.

He tucked you in bed and kissed your forehead, "goodnight y/n, and I love you"

[notchesandbullets]

The Gentle Giant's Breaking Point (Shoji x Reader)

Art credit: @tonerukun​

Requested by: @/smol_angry_rabbit on wattpad

Aged-Up!AU

Warnings: explicit smut, size kink, dirty talk, hickeys, cursing, being overpowered and completely dominated, unprotected sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, tender aftercare and soft confession

Words: 6.4k

In downtown Musutafu, Shoji, Tokoyami and Ojiro were wandering around the city packed with people on a bright, sunny day. A gentle breeze blew by, swirling around the hundreds of people who decided to get some fresh air for the first time in weeks.

The second the weather warmed up, food stalls and all sorts of vendors were back on the streets. Mouthwatering scents of sesame soba, senbei and taiyaki curled deliciously into the air and wafted over to everyone within the vicinity, enticing them over to buy the scrumptious street food.

At the first sight of spring, the students of UA scattered, all eager to spend their off day outside.

Kaminari, Bakugou, Kirishima and Ashido all went to the pool, the rest of Class 1-A following in a slow trickle.

It first was Hagakure who wanted to tag along, then Uraraka, then reluctantly Jirou followed by the rest of the girls.

Midoriya sheepishly asked if he could come along too, Todoroki following suit since he'd rather be anywhere than at an empty dorm and end up having to go home to his father.

Mineta was only allowed to come with Sero's tape restricting his hands and covering his eyes. He complained the whole way there that it was unfair but no one paid any attention to him.

Shoji let his arms fall to his sides as he strolled around downtown, following Tokoyami.

He hadn't particularly wanted to go anywhere, preferring to stay in the dorms. He didn't know when was the last time where it had actually been quiet. Not since before they moved in.

He didn't really have any complaints about his classmates. If anything, he was rather happy to live in a dormitory. It meant he got to see a lot more of you.

You were best friends with him, preferring to keep to yourself most of the time, just like him.

Maybe that's why you got along so well.

Shoji never tried to bother you but it was inevitable when the last class of the day would be dismissed and everyone paired off or huddled up in their groups to talk about anything and everything. He would just be at his desk, pulling out a book or getting started on his homework so he didn't have to worry about it later and you would come over, plop yourself down in the empty desk next to him and start reading a book without a word.

He didn't mind. He rather liked your company. It was quiet. It was nice.

He was going to ask you if you wanted to come with him, Tokoyami and Ojiro today but you were gone when he woke up. At least he had your number and he messaged you to make sure you were okay.

You responded back pretty quickly that everything was fine, you just had to take care of something first and then you'd meet them at the beach.

Shoji thought nothing of it. So when Ojiro asked if he wanted to come along with them downtown because Tokoyami needed to pick up more art supplies before their next class, he readily agreed.

He honestly didn't expect to see you there, let alone run into you. Literally.

You panted, rounding the corner, your eyes round with fear as adrenaline pumped through your veins. But you weren't watching where you were going.

Crashing into someone's very solid chest, your force knocked them over, sending the two of you toppling over instantly.

Springing up, you quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry!!"

All else blanked from your head as you saw who it was you exactly landed on and your jaw dropped open.

"Shoji?!"

Suppressing a groan, he sat up, encircling your waist carefully to ensure you wouldn't fall.

His brow furrowed in confusion as he helped the two of you up into a standing position, completely ignoring Ojiro and Tokoyami's questioning stares. "What are you doing?"

You opened your mouth to answer him when all of the sudden, you were hit by a blinding light.

Various enraged cries echoed from the alley you had just rushed out of.

"Get back here!!!"

"Shoot." You muttered under your breath. "My paralysis wore off."

"You're using your quirk?!" Ojiro exclaimed in shock. "You know that's against the rules!!!"

You ushered everybody into the nearest store hastily, hiding behind All Might merchandise to keep out of sight. "You want to lecture me now or after we call the police?"

While Tokoyami dialed for the local police, Shoji shifted closer to you, using his dupli-arms to hide you from view.

"Who are they?" He asked you.

He knew you weren't the type to go around causing trouble. If you had used your quirk, it had to be because you were cornered with no way out. He knew you.

And judging by that foreign, hesitant look in your eyes, you knew it, too.

"It's nothing, I'm fine." You mumbled under your breath, refusing to look at him.

Shoji didn't say anything else on the matter, dropping it entirely when a shadow passed over him.

You squeezed your eyes shut and held your breath as the men searched for you, your breath hitching when Shoji's grip around you tightened protectively. Too many times you had imagined his arms around you but this was a scenario you didn't exactly picture.

The sirens wailing outside had you relaxing the tiniest bit, the rest of the tension leaving your body as the police arrested the three men using their quirks to create destruction.

Shoji didn't let you go quite yet though. Not until he was sure every last one of them left.

Pulling back, he allowed you to slip out of his arms. And that's when he saw it.

The blood.

The cut on your cheek was smeared with crimson and he questioned how he didn't notice that sooner.

Cradling your cheek, he angled your face, his jaw ticking as he got a better look at your injury.

"Y/N."

You gulped as he used your first name without any honorific. You knew he meant business and your heart fluttered at how much he seemed to care for you in that moment.

You shoved down your feelings, forcing yourself to breathe normally, dreading that he would notice how nervous you were.

It wasn't that you really had anything to be anxious about, you knew Shoji would never judge you for any reason. Kind-hearted despite how often he had gotten teased when he was younger, he never let it affect him in any way other than pushing him towards his best self.

You always admired that about it.

Shoji was such a gentle giant and you were one of the few he told about his past and what ultimately led him to striving to become a hero.

Which is why you were so caught off guard by the anger simmering beneath the surface of his eyes as he tended to the abrasion on your cheek.

The officers contained the situation quickly, arresting those that were causing chaos. The same gang of boys who were responsible for your injuries. Tokoyami and Ojiro filed out of your makeshift hiding place first, reporting what you had seen before Shoji helped you up and they turned your attention to you.

All three of their expressions changed from quelled worry to disbelief as you denied all allegations they had clearly made against you.

Still, the police officers couldn't go against it if you didn't even admit to it but brought the boys down to the station for processing. They would be able to fit the pieces together later once the camera footage of the convenience store was recovered. Until then, they let you go.

After you refused medical treatment when the police arrived on the scene, absolutely hating hospitals, you trekked back to the dormitory to sort out your injuries.

They were rather mild and you weren't worried about it at all. The hero-in-training hovering over you though, said otherwise.

You sat on one of the many couches in the common area of Heights Alliance so that he could patch you up. It was a good thing that the dorms were empty since everyone was gone for the rare off day that they got.

Shoji had ushered Ojiro and Tokoyami to go on without him to meet up with the rest of their class at the beach, promising that he would look after you and make sure that you didn't actually need a hospital.

But you also thought it was to make sure you weren't going to do anything reckless again.

He had already scolded you for not taking your wounds seriously enough and insisted on treating them, which was a bit weird because he never was one for insisting on anything unless he felt strongly enough about it.

The atmosphere was tense as he put away the rest of the medical supplies, settling for a simple butterfly closure after he cleaned the area.

Now, he was staring at you as if he wanted to devour you. Heat flooded to your lower regions no matter how hard you tried to stop it. It was clear that he was frustrated, borderline angry and upset with you for reasons unclear to you but hope kindled in your heart.

There was no way he liked you like that. He never said anything about it before.

Regardless, no one should look that good while they were enraged. The silent fury simmering beneath the surface of his being was too good of a look on him.

"Are you going to tell me what that was all about?" Shoji questioned, peeling off his mask and revealed a deep-seated frown etched on his face.

Your breath caught in your throat. No matter how many times you saw his face, it never failed to take your breath away and stop time completely.

He was beautiful.

"I-I—" You stammered, at a loss for words due to his vulnerability in front of you. He clearly trusted you a great deal. You wanted to return the gesture.

Your heart rate spiked in nervousness and you swallowed hard.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, your voice got quieter and more solemn as you told him about these people who had been bullying your little brother. Your parents weren't in the picture, and since your aunt, who had taken the two of you in, didn't care much other than making sure you were fed and attending school, you knew you couldn't depend on her for help.

You had been bullied too, something you told your brother the second you walked in one weekend and he burst into tears. You felt horrible. At UA, you were too far away to protect him, but you promised you'd do something about it.

Logically, you knew you should've gone to the authorities. But you were just so blinded by rage and hell bent on revenge for these boys who had struck him across the face and punched him in the eye more than once that you weren't going to let it go on for a second longer.

Shoji was silent when you finished. You played with your fingers in your lap, unsure of what to do. Maybe you talked too much.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Your head snapped up and you gaped. You didn't have an answer for him.

Shoji sighed and his eyes saddened. "You can rely on me, on our friends. We would have helped you."

You looked back down, his gaze too intense for you to hold. He was staring at you too earnestly and you felt the hurt that resonated within him at the actions you didn't take to reach out towards him.

"I know." You whispered. "But I didn't want any of you to get involved."

A discontented noise emitted from the back of his throat and Shoji's mouth pressed in a hard line, clearly disagreeing with you but not voicing it.

The silence turned uncomfortable and you shifted in place, discreetly rubbing your thighs together as a shiver passed through your body.

Your eyes widened as he draped his shawl over you. You gulped as Shoji bulking form loomed over you, your heart now beating faster for another reason entirely.

"S-Shoji?!"

"Mezo..." He murmured. "We're alone. You can call me Mezo."

This wasn't anything new, you had already been comfortable enough to call him by his given name when the two of you were on your own but this was the first time he had requested you to say it before you got a chance to speak it.

He beat you to the punch. How unlike him.

You blushed, arching your back into his touch as he gripped your waist and drew you close to him to warm you up, heat flooding to your lower regions without permission at his low voice. "Mezo."

He groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck at how intimate his name sounded when it fell from your lips. Physical affection wasn't rare between you two, but it largely remained platonic.

Until now. He couldn't suppress it any longer.

Capturing your lips in a heated kiss, he moved over you, unable to stop himself from pinning you to the couch.

"Ahh~" You moaned as he detached himself from your lips, keening as he continued down, pushing his jacket out of the way for better access to your neck. You weren't against this, but it was going too fast. You wanted him to slow down so that you could at least see him. "M-Mezo, w-wait..."

Stifling a groan, he reluctantly parted from your skin, catching your gaze.

Worried he had made you uncomfortable, he questioned, "Do you not want this?"

After you shook your head so violently that he was surprised you didn't knock into anything, he raised an eyebrow when you didn't express anything else.

"Then what's wrong?" Shoji asked lowly, voice gravelly and giving away just how much of an effect you had on him.

You bit your lip shyly at how you probably looked. Spread out for him, flushed to the core and panting. Your mind was racing. He had kissed you.

"S-Someone could walk in," You objected, stammering as you were only half aware that you guys were in the common area. "Don't you think we should— holy shit!!"

While you were protesting, he took the opportunity to latch onto the sweet spot under your neck, sucking harshly.

You couldn't help but whimper, your hands splayed against his broad chest as he continued to paint your skin with splotches of purple and pink.

"Mezo, come on, we should— eep!!"

Fed up with your objections as it hindered his passionate onslaught to your supple skin, Shoji hooked your legs around his waist, his huge hands cupping your ass as he practically sprinted to his room.

This time, your lips descended onto his, connecting the two of you together all the way there. You rocked against his hard-on pressed in between your bodies, moaning into his mouth as your core throbbed with need.

A growl ripped from the back of his throat as you did, and he leaned down to lay you on his bed, never separating himself from you for a second.

Cupping his face with both of your hands, you parted your lips, letting him explore your hot cavern. He slotted his body between your hips.

The two of you groaned in tandem as one of your hands slithered down to cup the stiff bulge and you whimpered when he pressed his knee against your clothed core. The pressure made slick pool in your panties and caused it to stick uncomfortably to your wet folds.

"Y/N..." He breathed shakily, his eyes clouded, giving away how much you affected him. "Can I—"

"Yes, please." You cut him off, unable to wait a second longer. "Please, Mezo, fuck me?"

Shoji's eyes widened and his cock got impossibly harder, straining against the confinements of his pants as he heard you beg for him. Beg for his cock to fill you up.

Fuck, that was so hot.

Your core was already throbbing with the need to have him inside of you. If he didn't do something soon you were sure you were going to combust.

Seeing his hesitancy as his fingers danced along the waistband of your pants, you quickly got tired of waiting and undressed by yourself, throwing your clothes in an uncaring heap onto the floor.

His eyes grew round in awe as your bare skin, breasts and that special place between your legs was revealed for him to freely drink in as you laid out before him, not an ounce of shame coloring your cheeks, save for the pink tips of your ears.

Cute.

Your back arched as his mouth latched onto one of your nipples, his big hands kneading the soft flesh, going harder when your response spurred him on. You whined as he flicked the pebbled tit, crying out as he bit down on it gently, a shock shooting through your system.

Shoji was studying every single one of your reactions to his touch, drinking it up as his eyes devoured you with barely restrained hunger.

"So... you like to be treated roughly..." He mused as he pulled upwards, your body following his touch as he let go of your breasts abruptly. "That's very interesting."

You whimpered in protest but that faded as he took his shirt off, the defined and sculpted muscle enough to make you forget what you were about to complain about. He was ripped, his torso flexing powerfully as he threw his shirt in the direction of the growing pile of clothes.

Licking your lips, you pulled him down to his level as he hastily undid the button of his pants, shoving it just past his hips so that his cock sprang free.

Your jaw dropped. He wasn't wearing underwear?!

Aside from that, he was fucking huge. How was even going to fit inside of you?!

You weren't given any time to dwell on his size as a finger probed your entrance. Your hands shot down to his wrist instinctively.

"M-Mezo, I'm s-sensitive—!!"

You cut off with a cry as he slipped it in, stretching you out.

Shoji closed his eyes, trying to restrain himself but you were just so hot and tight, pulsing around his finger like nothing else he ever felt.

"Is it too much?" He asked caringly, kissing you to ease you through it. You were unbelievable tight, he could already feel you clenching down on his single digit. "Do you want to stop?"

If your mind wasn't clouded with lust, you would've picked up on the subtle teasing lilt of his voice, as though he already knew what you were going to say.

"No..." You protested, squeezing your eyes shut, unknowingly doing exactly what he expected.

You could take it. You wanted him to make you take it.

Your eyes widened as he cursed behind you and that was when you realized that you said that last part out loud.

Oops. You were really in for it now.

You gasped in surprise as his hands released your wrists, but it was only temporary as he hooked your legs around his waist before he was immobilizing you again. Struggling slightly even though you were clearly overpowered, you begged for him to let you touch him before you died but he refused, shutting you up with a passionate kiss that stole your breath away.

Your body lurched and you wailed as he finally sank into your cunt, moaning and panting like a dog in heat as he sheathed his massive member all the way inside of your spasming channel.

A broken whimper of his name fell from your lips as his hips finally pressed flush against your ass, mewling as his balls rested against your puckered hole. You buried your face into his neck, ashamed of your reaction. He had barely done anything yet and already you felt like you were on the brink of cumming.

"Mezo—" You warned breathlessly, mouth gaping at the sheer size of him, your hole struggling to adjust. "Ngh!!"

Shoji braced himself up on his forearms, swearing under his breath as you clamped down around him. His fingers laced with yours from where he was still pinning your arms over your head, bending down to kiss you in order to distract you from the stretch.

You were hot, tight, and squeezing him with so much force, he already felt like he was going to cum. Stuttering out your name, he hissed as you clenched around him again.

"Y-Y/N, stop— don't do that." He begged, one of his hands fisting in your hair as he held onto his last thread of restraint while you adjusted to his size.

"C-Can't help it, Mezo." You whimpered, scratching his broad back as you fought the urge to arch your hips, knowing that was just going to encourage him to move before you were ready. "You... You're so big."

He had never prided himself on things like this, by how much he received praise or compliments from others so that he didn't have to question the authenticity of it, preferring most times to simply acknowledge it then let it go so that it didn't go to his head.

But he couldn't help it with you. There was something about the way you said it that ignited a flame of passion inside of him and it could not be put out.

Your nails dug into his back and a moan ripped from your throat as you felt him swell inside of you, catching on your walls without even trying.

"M-Mezo?!" You cried out in shock. "Why are you getting, oh fuck—"

A guttural groan sounded in the empty space and he let go of you, straightening up.

"You're so tight and warm." Shoji moaned, his left hand fisting the sheets as he gave a few experimental rolls of his hips, the other caressing your hip while his eyes fixated on where the two of you were joined together. "You feel like heaven, Y/N."

You squeaked in mortification as he said that, clapping a hand over your mouth as he thrusted into you harder, unable to contain the sounds spilling out of your mouth any longer. He felt so good inside of you. Pulsing and hot, thick and hard, it was a wonder how you were delirious with pleasure on his cock.

"Fuck..." You hissed through clenched teeth, your eyes tightly screwed shut.

Shoji stilled instantly, worried he had hurt you. His eyes scanned over your flushed face in concern.

"Are you alright? Do you want to stop?" He asked quickly and would've pulled out of you if your legs didn't lock around his hips, preventing him from even thinking about it a second longer.

You desperately shook your head then yanked him down to your level.

"Go fast, Mezo, fuck me hard." You pleaded. "Please."

There was no time to feel embarrassed by the words that came out of your mouth as he obliged instantly. Stars blinded your vision and you arched into his touch as he fucked you with a vigor that wasn't present before.

Shoji slammed your wrists down above your head and he kissed you hard, all of it teeth and tongue as he licked away your whimpers before they could break the symphony of wet skin slapping against skin that broke through the still atmosphere of his room.

Both of you were glad everyone was gone for the day because with how much noise you were making, it was clear what was going on.

His lips glossed over your pulse point, licking and sucking at the flushed skin there, marking you once again.

You shivered at the sensation of having him pressed against you and yet still attending to you with the same care you had come to expect from him. Your best friend now turned lover. If this was going to be more than a one-time deal.

"Mezo!!" You cried out as he finally pulled away from your neck, satisfied with the purple that bloomed there.

Shoji's teeth sank into your shoulder as he came deep inside of you, painting your walls with hot, thick and sticky ropes of cum.

You whimpered as he emptied in your ripe cunt, his release setting off yours and the powerful shockwaves of your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami, causing your body to tremble uncontrollably. The copious amounts of his cum leaked out the instant he pulled out of you and your hole fluttered, no longer having his length to stuff you to the brim. You felt a bit sad now that you were left empty, and sat up, thinking that you guys were done.

How wrong you were.

You didn't have to look down to see that he was still hard as his cock pressed against your inner thigh the moment he kissed you again.

"Mezo?!" You shrieked, moaning wantonly against his lips as he moved over you once more. "How are you still hard?!"

He groaned, obviously in discomfort for having been denied even though he just came. "I'm sorry, Y/N, I need to cum again to make it go down."

Your tongue darted out to wet your lips at the sight of the leaking head and you moved to try and suck him off, wanting nothing more than the taste of him on your tongue as he shot his last load inside your mouth but he shook his head and stopped you short.

"You don't have to do that." Shoji said quickly, his cheeks flushing pink as he imagined you with your ass up as your cheeks were stuffed with his cock. Fuck, you'd look so good like that. But he had something else in mind.

Your eyes had glazed over a long time ago from the pleasure that he delivered to your system.

"I want to." You implored, batting your eyes at him, pupils blown wide.

Shoji surged forward, kissing you harder than last time and you melted into his touch. Any other time, he wouldn't fight you on it. But he didn't want to make you work any harder, even if it looked like you really wanted to suck him off. For now, he was content just to see you like this.

Spread out in front of him for only his eyes to see.

"Can you lay like this, Y/N?" He asked, gently maneuvering you onto your tummy and perking your rear up as a hand trailed down your spine to get you into the position he wanted to see you in. "I'll finish quickly."

You moaned quietly, still turned on and horny from before. Even though he had satisfied you so completely, there was a part of you that still longed to have him again.

You wanted him to stuff his cock in you like this.

So you couldn't help but mess with him a bit as the slick sounds of him jerking himself off started and breathy moans fell from his lips. You could go another round for him.

Poking out your ass a bit more, you smiled to yourself as his breath hitched and his movements stuttered. Swaying it from side to side purposefully to entice him, you were shocked when it worked a little too well, bringing out the beast in the tame boy that was your best friend.

Your eyes shot open and your jaw dropped open in a soundless cry as he pushed into you without warning, sinking his fat cock balls-deep into your pussy still quivering with the aftershocks of your last orgasm.

"Mezo!! Ahhh—" You cried out, caught off guard but unbelievably turned on so much that it filled you with shame.

A messy mixture of your juices and his thick cum pushed out of you as he rammed into you all the way to the hilt and all the oxygen disappeared from your lungs.

The sloppy sounds of your cunt making as he fucked you into his bed had you gripping onto his pillow and slamming it against your face to curb all the noises that were tearing from your throat.

It was yanked out of your grasp a second later.

"Don't hide, let me hear you." Shoji begged, unable to help himself from shoving his cock into the deepest parts of your little cunny. You looked so pretty spread out underneath him like this, at his mercy entirely as he pinned you down. Your arousal ran down your thighs as he continued to fuck you, his fat cock stuffing your hole perfectly.

Like you were made for him.

He threw his head back, he redoubled his efforts to make you feel as good as your pussy was making him feel.

"You look so beautiful when you're taking my cock like this." Shoji whispered to himself in awe, disbelieving that his dream was finally coming true after all this time as he watched his length disappear into you over and over again, completely entranced. "Feels so good, hhgh—!!"

Your hole fluttered around his thick girth, struggling to take his size as he pumped in and out of you at an alarming speed.

Whining, you could do nothing else but take it as he pounded you raw and rough, his hips slapping into your ass with a vigor that blanked your mind and left you gasping at the sensation.

Your wrists, still pinned down by his hands as his duplicated gripped your hips for stability as he got you closer to that peak, strained against his strength as the pressure built up in your stomach. "Mezo...'m gonna... gonna—"

"Gonna cum for me, pretty girl? Cream your cunny on my cock?" Shoji murmured, reducing his thrusts to sharp ruts, focusing all his attention on that little spot that made you see stars. "C'mon, give me one more. I need it."

That did it.

Your orgasm washed over you and your eyes rolled into the back of your head, your body trembling violently as he continued to push your limits, pumping in and out of you erratically before emptying himself into you with a deep groan.

Face flushed and eyes glassy, stilling rolling back from the throws of the intensity of your orgasm, you panted, twisting back to meet him in a kiss much softer and more loving than all the previous ones.

Now that his pent up frustration had been dealt with in the best possible way, he pulled out of you with a soft grunt, kissing you wordlessly when you whined at the loss of him.

Shoji hushed you softly as he cleaned the mess dripping out of you with a warm washcloth, urging you to go to the bathroom.

You couldn't stand up though, lacking the strength after that very thorough dicking down he gave you. Legs like jelly, you would've collapsed to the floor if he didn't catch you in time, pulling you up to his chest to carry you the rest of the way.

You hid your face in the crook of his neck as he took care of you, seeing as how all your energy was depleted. Slapping his chest halfheartedly in embarrassment as he chuckled when you jolted as he cleaned the sore but achingly sensitive bud between your legs.

Shoji nudged your ear with his nose, murmuring softly. "Are you alright?"

You hummed, eyelids heavy as you started to drift off.

He kissed the top of your head before bringing you back to bed so that you could take a nap. Somewhere between the walk from his bathroom to his bed, you stirred, arising from your light slumber only to be met with a concerned expression.

"Calm down, Mezo," You giggled, pecking him on the lips softly. "I'm good."

His shoulders slumped in relief. He was kind of worried he had broken you after a session like that. Scratching the back of his neck once you laid down, he hesitated before speaking.

"Don't worry me like that again. You're too reckless for your own good." He told you, anxiety resting heavy on his features.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him suggestively. "I don't know... That was a pretty good punishment if you ask me."

Shoji rolled his eyes but a hint of a smile played upon his lips. "I'm serious, Y/N."

Your smile disappeared and you nodded solemnly, sheepish now that you had been chastised.

"I know, I'm sorry." You apologized quietly, remorseful. You hadn't meant to worry him or any of them really. You honestly thought that you could handle it.

You had fought villains before, you thought you could tame a few punk kids who were bullying your little brother. You almost felt ashamed that they had managed to best you.

The initial idea was to capture them and report them to the authorities, since they were a part of a crew who liked to rob stores for fun, but the tables turned on you when they freely used their quirks on you.

Luckily, you had been able to dodge most of them, only sustaining minor damage from an attack you hadn't avoided in time.

Shoji knelt down by the bedside and your brow furrowed when he didn't climb under the covers with you.

"Mezo?" You squeaked when he engulfed you in a hug, all your insecurities melting away as his warmth flooded you.

He trembled as you said his name but otherwise didn't move. Instead, he mumbled something against your neck and you laughed.

"I can't quite hear you." You teased him, prying him away to get a good look at his eyes. They were swirling with an unknown emotion and you swallowed hard. "What's wrong?"

Shoji stared at you, his gaze boring into your soul as he took down all your walls you had built up around your heart to protect yourself with an ease that shocked you.

"Rely on me." He murmured, lacing his fingers with yours and gulping at how small your hands were compared to his. "I want you to rely on me like..."

You couldn't breathe. It sounded like...

"Like what?" You prompted breathlessly, not daring to hope that he was going to say what you so longed to hear from him.

His cheeks pinked and he turned away from you. "Nothing."

Your heart sank into your chest and you visibly deflated.

"Oh..." You said softly, expression saddening when he refused to look at you.

Gathering the sheets around you to cover your naked body, you suppressed a shiver as the cold air got through and you blindly reached around for your clothes on the floor.

Shoji's mouth pressed in a hard line and he shook his head. Any other time, he would be there to help you but not now. Not when his mind was racing with the possibilities of what could go wrong if he confessed his true feelings for you right here and now.

It was overwhelming him and he felt overtaken by fear that you would reject him, destroying the close friendship you had.

But...

"Y/N."

You straightened up, fumbling with the sheet as it accidentally slipped. But you blushed when Shoji draped his shawl over you, his scent filling your nose and you tripped over your words, thoroughly flustered for some kind of explanation as to why you were reacting like you were back in your first year of high school.

"I like you."

You balked, jaw dropping open in shock.

Shoji actually jumped back, startled as you swore in front of him.

"You're kidding."

His brow furrowed in confusion and he crossed his arms. "No, I'm perfectly serious."

You shook your head. There was no way that he, the coolest, most respectable and kindest guy you have ever met and had the privilege of calling your best friend, liked you back.

But judging by that affronted look on his face, you might've jumped to conclusions too soon.

Warily, you approached him, abandoning the search for your clothes.

You hastily apologized. "I'm sorry, I guess it's hard to believe how someone like you would be interested in me."

Now in front of him, you had a chance to see how much he towered over you. It was different from when you would hang out in each other's rooms where he would crouch down on the floor or sit on a chair so that the height difference wasn't so obvious.

But you felt safe as he curled his arms around you tentatively, even though it was such a contrast to how he was fucking the brains out of you earlier.

"Well, I do." Shoji murmured into your hair as he brought you in for a hug, firm and unyielding in his feelings for you even though you had yet to say anything.

You hadn't said it back but you hadn't shot him down either. He didn't know if it was foolish to hope for a chance that you would want to be with him too, or perhaps, oh no, had he made you uncomfortable?

Maybe you weren't saying anything because you didn't know how to reject—

"I like you too." You mumbled into his chest.

This time, Shoji was the one to do a double take. "Y/N?!"

"Oh hush." You said, hiding your face from his frantic gaze so that he couldn't see how red your face was. Confessing feelings was exhausting and now you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed with your new boyfriend.

Shoji's chest rumbled underneath your fingertips and just when you thought your face couldn't burn anymore out of embarrassment and shyness, he leaned back and tipped your chin up.

"I'm glad you return my feelings." He smiled, a pure smile that radiated the most wholesome level of happiness possible and your heart skipped a beat.

You found you mirrored his joy instinctively, it was contagious. And when he closed the distance to kiss you once more, it sealed a pact that would stay forever and could never be broken.

"I think I'll have to be more reckless from now on." You breathed when he finally pulled away and a small pout formed on his lips.

"Y/N..." Shoji warned, not finding your joke funny in the slightest.

You giggled, looping your arms around his neck as you stood on your tiptoes, booping his nose with yours. "I'm kidding, but I do think it was worth it."

He raised an eyebrow. "And why is that?"

You grinned, a cheeky smile that told him he hadn't seen the last of your mischief.

"Because it finally got you to confess."

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okay but nowwww lovely i forgot to tell u I was happy that u passed ur exams shame on me 😔😔😔

so first of all : YEYYYYYY U PASSED UR EXAMS KZYZKZJZJZJZ 💘💘💘

second of all , I saw that ur request r open so can u do a angst to fluff (LMAOOOOO ALWAYS ASKING FOR ANGST TO FLUFF ) with Kyotani (if u feel like writing for him) like fighting with his s/o or something :D

i feel like I’m the only one asking for request I request sm I don’t even remember how many post I requested lmaoooo😭

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# — fighting with his s/o

includes: k. kyotani x gn!reader

genre: angst to fluff

warnings: swearing, just pure pain

a/n: HI BBY it’s okay!! thank u sm, and no worries about asking for requests!! i’m always happy to do them for you, i hope you like this! <3 also this is my first time writing for kyotani lol

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it's evident at this point to realize that kyotani had a temper. he's always been competitive, always questioned authority and anyone who was older than him, always wore a hard look on his face anywhere he went.

the only time that scary look went away was when he was with you.

when you and him first got together, you were very intimidated by his presence. he always had a frown on his face, eyebrows furrowed, and pulling it altogether with his death glare. but as soon as his fiery gaze met yours, they softened. he looked at you like he'd never looked at anyone before; with adoration.

it wasn't new whenever you had to deal with his anger. kyotani had trouble expressing his emotions, more so with keeping them in check and taking them out on the wrong person. that person has ended up being you more times than you could count. but, you knew in the end that he never meant what he said, regardless of how much it chipped away at your heart piece by piece. you knew he loved you.

unfortunately, tonight was going to be another night of screaming and vicious words spewing from your boyfriend's mouth.

kyotani had come home in a foul mood. he doesn't even know why. he had a decent day today, only a couple things and people annoying him. but, sometimes people get in moods and they don't know why.

you, being ever so observant, immediately picked up on the sour look on his face, his frown more evident than usual. you timidly walked up to him as he was taking his shoes off, his eyes avoiding yours.

"you okay, 'taro?" you asked hesitantly.

his piercing gaze flicked to yours for a split second before he grunted in response, shoving past you to the kitchen. you stood there dumbfounded, wracking your brain for things you did that might've made him upset. you came up with nothing.

you followed him to the kitchen, seeing him looking through the refrigerator, you assumed, with hopes of finding something to eat. "u-um, there's dinner in the microwave... i made your favorite."

you were met with silence as you watched him go to the microwave, your heart being suffocated from the tension in your dainty kitchen. kyotani could feel your pleading gaze, hoping to get some type of interaction out of him. the thing is, he didn't feel like talking right now, could you not pick up the hints? the one thing he forgets sometimes is that you're not a mind reader, and you couldn't possibly know what's going on through his head unless he says something.

"'taro... is everything okay?" you asked once more.

when he didn't answer yet again, you walked up to him to place a hand on his shoulder. but when you did, he turned around to snatch your wrist, the tight grip making you yelp out in surprise.

"i didn't think you were this blind, but can't you tell i want to be left alone right now?! god, you're relentless y/n. leave me alone," he spat, turning back around to continue eating his dinner, letting go of your wrist.

you felt tears prick at your eyes, your other hand rubbing your wrist gently to ease the slight pain. you took a deep breath to not break down in front of him, fearing that it'll only make his mood worse.

you tried one last time.

"baby, i can't help you if you don't tell me what's wrong. did you have a bad day? did i do something to-"

kyotani slammed his silverware against the counter, turning around once again. the look he gave you was bone-chilling; filled with pure rage. you took a couple steps away from him, fearing that this was going to end in another argument.

"i'm going to say this one last time," he says darkly, "i don't fucking need you pestering me and asking if i'm okay. i don't need you to coddle me like i'm some baby. what i need is to be left alone, and what i certainly don't need is you."

you gasped at his last sentence, the tears falling freely down your cheeks. your boyfriend didn't spare a glance at you as he turned back around to grab his plate, leaving the kitchen. you covered your hand over your mouth to silence your sobs.

you had a hard time wrapping your mind over what the fuck just happened. were you really that overbearing? you were just trying to help. and the fact that he blatantly told you he didn't need you and simply walked away without a second glance really fucking hurt.

you stood in your own misery for a few minutes before you snapped out of it, grabbing your keys and putting your shoes on before walking out the door, not even caring if he heard you or not.

but he did, and as soon as he heard the door slam shut, he felt this weird feeling start to bloom in his chest. it felt heavy, out of place, like his heart was literally sinking.

"guilt," he presumed.

he started to think back to not only tonight's argument... god should he even consider it as an argument since you didn't fight back? you just stood there and took his harsh words, visualizing your glassy eyes and trembling lip. you looked so hurt, so sad when you were only trying to ease his anger.

he held his head low, clenching his fists at his sides when he thought of how much of an idiot he was. the slamming of the front door echoed in his head.

"what i certainly don't need is you."

his heart was filled with even more dread when he put two and two together. your broken figure, his harsh words, the sound of your keys jingling in the tense air, the door...

he scrambled to find his phone, lifting blankets and pushing off pillows. he finally spotted it on the dresser of the bedroom. he felt like his heart couldn't sink anymore when he saw no messages from you. he feared the worst. he pulled up your contact, dialing your number and putting the phone up to his ear, biting his thumb nail due to the anxiety building up.

you didn't answer the first time, so he tried again. and again. and again.

he threw his head back in frustration, mumbling out a "pick up the damn phone." could he really blame you though?

he tried calling you one last time, the line ringing once, twice, before it went silent for a second. he thought you had sent him to voicemail before he heard your angelic voice travel through his ears.

"kentaro, stop calling me. i don't want to talk to you right now," you snapped.

"no wait- please come home! i'm sorry for what i said, i didn't mean it! i-"

"kyotani."

kyotani? you never call him by his last name. that's when he knew he was in deep shit.

you let out a deep sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose. you had gone out to take a walk in order to ease your emotions. you felt numb, angry, hurt, sad, you didn't deserve to be treated this way. you wished he was better at communicating how he feels with you. you've always been patient with him, but sometimes he needs a little prying in order to feel comfortable with communicating something as vulnerable as his feelings. you guessed you pried too much this time.

"babe?" he sounded broken, it made your heartache.

"i'll be back in a few minutes, we're having a conversation when i come back. okay?" you said sternly.

you both bid your goodbyes and you dreadfully started walking back to your home.

you were right when you said you'd only be a few minutes, walking in to see the blonde sitting on the couch with his head in his hands, his right knee bouncing up and down nervously. his head shot up when he heard the door open, his blood running cold when he saw your exhausted form. none of you said anything as you walked to sit next to him, putting a reasonable amount of space between you two.

none of you knew where to start. none of your fights had ever gotten this bad, and you didn't want to make him feel bad with your concerns. but, it was better to confront the problem now than to have to experience it all over again.

"you really hurt my feelings today, 'taro," you started.

he felt a slight wave of relief when you called him his nickname. this was progress... sort of.

"i-" he cleared his throat when his voice trembled, "i know, and i'm so sorry."

you let out a sniffle, feeling his stare as he tried to read how you were feeling. a small tear slipped from your eye, but you wiped it away before he could see.

"i wish you would just talk to me. you know i love you and i want to help you. i've always been patient, but in order for this, us, to work, you need to put in effort," you stated, finally meeting his eyes.

he gulped, his hands shaking as he reach for yours. thankfully, you let them intertwine.

"i know. i just..." he was having a hard time putting it into words, "it's just hard. i shouldn't expect you to know how i'm feeling when i don't even tell you in the first place."

you nodded in agreement, encouraging him to continue.

"i love you so much. and i know i'm ass at expressing that, or expressing any emotion besides anger for that matter, " you let out a small laugh at that, a grin creeping up onto his handsome face.

"i don't want you to leave me. i know the words i said before hurt you, and i can't take it back, but i'll prove to you from this day on that i do need you. i always will."

you felt a few more tears slip, kyotani removing one of his hands to wipe them away.

"i'm sorry, baby. i'll make it up to you," he stated, pulling you into a tight hug, burying his face in your neck.

"i promise."

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Are You Wet Right Now?

heeseung x fem! reader

thanks for 120+ followers here's a smut that's been collecting dust (^^) as always pls ignore any errors

overview: kinda cold authority figure mr.lee😩 idk, oral (male receiving), filming sexual activities... idk what it's called, corruption kink kinda?? age gap, both legal

word count: 2.2k

the room was filled with an uncomfortable silence as you sat in mr.lee's office. you had been called down for a reason in which you didn't want to know since there were so many things you could have been called for. neither of you spoke as you looked at him, seeing he had a serious look on his face while typing on his computer. just the sight of it was making you more scared to be in there. "do you know why you're here?" he asked finally as he slowly looked at you.

displeasure began to fill the air as you sat there trying to figure out what you'd recently done. of course, to your bad luck, nothing was clicking. you shook your head silently, avoiding eye contact with him. "hm.. really?" he pressed, being discontent with your response. you were unsure now, but your answer stayed the same.

"well, you were caught smoking and drinking on campus, darling," he said, making your breath hitch. to say you were terrified was an understatement. you were absolutely mortified. you began to wonder how this could have happened. your friends swore that they had found all the camera's blind spots. hell, you were even sure of it yourself. you felt your heart begin to race as you looked at him. his emotions weren't as clear as yours were.

you were going to get in real trouble this time. "look. you already know school policy. we're going to have to notify your parents," though you knew this would eventually happen, you were stunned as if this was something new to you. you looked at him in dismay, thinking of any way to get out of the situation.

"what?! you can't do that! look… i..im sorry, mr.lee. i promise i won't do it on campus ever again," you pleaded, worried about the punishments you would get if your parents were to find out. it was eating you alive sitting there knowing you knew you'd be a goner soon.

"sorry isn't going to fix things, ms.l/n," heeseung turned away from you and went back to his computer. "i get it, really. school is hard, but why couldn't you just relieve your stress somewhere else?" he began typing the report on his computer; a small smile tugged at his lips every time he would glance over to you who was stiff as a board, looking at a loss.

"please, sir! i'll do anything, just please don't tell my parents..." you begged on the verge of tears. you've already been getting in trouble with your parents because of your professors, but now the highest position of power of the school? they would be sure to kick you out.

you didn't realize what your words had done to him until you heard his breath hitch, as well as his fingers going still from typing. his lips formed a thin line before he got up swiftly walking toward the door. "anything, huh..." he smirked, locking the door as you watched his back.

you were confused to say the least, but you mustered up a quick yes. "i'll have to lock the door if that's the case." this time you didn't say anything. you just watched as he walked back to his desk, pulling out a camera, eyes widening in the process.

he set it up before walking to stand in front of you. "you'll really do anything?" he asked. you nodded, not saying anything. his gaze was intimidating, and you didn't know if you liked it or not. "i want you to know that if you back out i'll have to finish the report. answer with words, darling."

"i-ill do whatever it is, just please..." you looked down at the floor only for him to lift your head up with his finger on your chin. "good girl," he said, giving you a comforting smile to which you returned.

"i want to record it to look back at later." he whispered before he hit the record button on the camera. the smile left his face, being replaced by a stern look. it made your heart race with all kinds of anticipation. "unbutton your shirt, baby," he ordered, making your heart race.

tears began to well in your eyes as you quickly started fumbling with the buttons. "don't rush, it's okay. it's just you and me.... and the camera," he said in an attempt to comfort your bit of uneasiness as he intently watched your every move. you couldn't help but to let the tears spill as you stopped unbuttoning your shirt for a second, feeling embarrassed. "don't cry, you wanted this."

you sighed, slowing the unbuttoning process. once the shirt was unbuttoned you shamefully dropped it on the floor next to you. he stood still, eyeing you carefully before he spoke again. "now get up and take your skirt off." you felt so small now, contemplating on whether you should listen or not. "if you don't want to do it, we'll both get in trouble," he spoke out. he was right, and you didn't want any of that.

standing up, you unzipped the side of your skirt letting it fall to your ankles. you carefully kicked it next to your shirt before sitting back down. he stayed quiet, you noticed his demeanor changing, though you couldn't read it. "spread your legs," he ordered, his tone staying the same, low and demanding. you obliged, slowly opening your legs open in the chair.

his breath hitched as he eyed you once again. "now get rid of the bra." you looked at him horrified, you wanted to cry more.

"why are you acting surprised? you should've known this was next," his voice held no mercy speaking to you. closing your legs, you began to unbuckle the bra from behind, adding it to the pile of clothes you created.

the cool air made your nipples harden, you tried to bite back any more tears that had threatened to spill. now, you weren't going to cry out of fear, but out of embarrassment. this was the first time somebody has ever been able to look at your body in this way. and the way he looked at you with an unreadable expression worsened it. you felt insecure.

he breathily sighed. "who told you to close your legs?" slowly opening your legs again, you hadn't even realized that you closed them to begin with. he looked down and bit his lip. "are...are you wet right now?" he asked, making you glance down.

of course. you knew you were trying your best to be reluctant, but you couldn't help but to find him attractive. you always had feelings for him, now these feelings were raw and apparent to the both of them. and you were embarrassed. "y/n... i thought you were just a bad girl. but you're worse... you're a dirty girl," he said palming his bulge, throwing his head back at the feeling.

"take them off," he managed to breathe out. you nodded, slowly pulling them down, way slower than you had with your other clothes. the change in the atmosphere made you enjoy yourself more. the desperateness he was starting to show fueled the ego you were so sure you had lost only a few minutes before.

now it was you making him come undone. "you're driving me crazy. go faster." you smiled pulling them all the way down, some juices separating with the panties as you discarded them to the clothing pile. "god, have you done this before?" he asked, to which you shook your head.

yes, you always found yourself reading about these things happening in books, but god it felt better being able to actually do them in real life. he walked over to you, kneeling down where your legs were open, allowing himself to take in your natural aroma. "hmm.. so pretty.." he mumbled before he planted a small kiss on your clit, standing up again.

he positioned himself nicely in front of the camera before unbuckling his belt. he unbuttoned the button and unzipped the zipper before pulling his pants all the way off. you watched carefully, seeing how hard he had become. you grew nervous when he started to tug at the hem of his boxers. "wait!" you said abruptly, making him stop and look at you. "i've...uh.. i've never... really seen..."

"you've never seen a dick before?" his eyebrows furrowed while another smile formed on his full lips. you nodded feeling small under his gaze once again, all your confidence left your body. heeseung smiled at the fact that he was the one getting to take away a part of your innocence. usually he wasn't into those kinds of things, but knowing he'd have to be patient for once while he leads the way... it made him rethink why he wasn't interested in it before.

on the contrary to both of your thoughts, a part of you was cursing your parents for the child-lock they had on all your devices. and with them with 24/7 access to your wifi and search data, it was impossible to get around it. they're the reason you don't know anything sexually the way other girls your age do apart from the books you read.

"get on your knees and take your time, baby," you nodded, getting out of the chair to position yourself in front of his lower region. he pulled his boxers down fully, and started stroking his cock with one hand while he used the other one to push down on your bottom lip as a signal to open your mouth.

"look at this," he said, slowing down his strokes with a small hiss. "you're the reason why i'm so painfully hard. aren't you gonna fix it?" his words were still stern, but when you looked in his eyes, you saw a change. god, he was looking at you with desperateness and admiration... the way you had always looked at him.

you removed his hand, immediately replacing it with your own as you stroked it the way you saw him doing it. he was huge. you didn't think you'd be able to please him the way he'd be expecting and it worried you. yet even with your insecure thoughts, he threw his head back at your movements, smiling at you with hooded lids.

"fuck... yeah, just like that..." apart of heeseung felt like this wasn't enough. but for you, he was going to ease into it. "h-how is it for your first time?" he asked. you looked up at him with your doe eyes and smiled. "it's... bigger than i anticipated." he smiled at that.

"do you like it, though?" he breathily asked, to which you nodded. you couldn't lie, you were really enjoying yourself now that the situation is in your hands, at your will. "now, start sucking," he said, making you smile, nodding as you opened your mouth allowing him to enter himself gently.

you began sucking as best as you could, though he seemed dissatisfied. "don't use your teeth...and try swirling your tongue." you took his advice as he gave it. the pants and small moans he let out were more than lovely, it encouraged you to take in more of him, which pleased him even more. he grabbed a handful of your hair, looking in your eyes for permission to which you granted.

"if it hurts you can pull away," he said almost lovingly to which you responded with a nod. he began to slowly thrust in your mouth, gripping your hair to keep a steady pace. again, his head was thrown back as small moans left his lips. "god, you're amazing," he quickened the pace. "fuck, y/n. you're doing so good, you're doing so good."

you loved every second of it. though you got choked up and gagged at times, you felt so good, this felt so good. you tried your best to keep your sucking in sync with the thrusts, hoping it would emit more pleasured sounds from which worked.

"i can't- i can't hold back. i'm gonna cum," not even a second after he announced it, a warm stream of liquid flowed down your throat making you choke up again. he thrust a few more times before he pulled out again, not being able to stand the pain of overstimulation.

"get up," he ordered sternly. you stood up looking into his eyes. he wiped the mixture of tears, saliva, and semen off of your face before grabbing your chin to look up to him. the two of you stared into each other's eyes before he pulled you into a kiss.

you two kissed for a while before he pulled away to look you in the eyes. "you did so good, baby. especially for your first time..."

he trailed off as soon as he saw how you were dripping onto the floor. "am i the reason for that?" he asked, making your face feel hot. "you're so dirty..." he reached down with his fingers, taking a swab of some of your juices to his tongue, tasting it. "it tastes good, too... everything about you is delicious.. you're driving me crazy.."

he pulled you in for another kiss, this time you took your opportunity to add tongue to which he didn't deny. when he pulled away he pulled some of your hair out of your face. "maybe this can be a weekly thing...next time... ill please you."

"yes sir..." you replied, going to pick your clothes up. he recorded up until the both of them put their clothes back on. he pulled you close to him by your waist, looking you in the eye. "don't worry about the video, it's for our eyes only...now get back to class."