#fang rin x reader

[starless-nightz]

You belong to me

note -> Its CRIMINAL how theres no fics or HCs of her on here! This is set during The Dragon Republic btw :3

pairing -> jealous! Fang Runin X fem! soldier! reader

warnings -> none.

content includes -> TDP! Rin, jealousy, secret relationship, protectiveness, grumpy! Rin, Hesperia soldier flirting with reader.

Rin isn't the type to handle jealousy gracefully, whenever she notices the same Hesperian soldier who keeps keeps flirting with you trying to make a move on you again she gets pissed off, standing behind him and giving him a death stare that he could feel even from the back of his head

She would insult and curse the soldier under her breath as shes forced to watch him try and make a move on you, knowing that she cant show her claim on you since your relationship is a secret, but if she sees him making you uncomfortable in any way she would immediately interfere

Rin would probably at one point end up in a fight with the Hesperian soldier and getting punished for fighting with a good enough reason, but she doesnt care, it was worth it

She would become more clingy with you when you are alone, all grumpy and pissed about the guy, muttering how stupid and pathetic he is while hugging you

[saintshigaraki]

prince sae x maid reader icky nasty power dynamics and also he’s a dick.

[timesnewreader]

HI I’M GOING FUCKING FERAL AKBRJQJHTHAHTHWHHTHQHH This is so excellent and insane thank you so freaking much!!!!! THEIR DYNAMIC IS THE MOST CHEF’S KISS THING IN THE WORLD I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE THEM SO MUCH!!!!

Like your characterization is one of my favorite things about your writing, you understand them all so deeply and are willing to show all the little things that are amazing and that also suck about them AAAAH. They are so competitive with each other even in these oho so intimate moments!! Like Isagi is the softest and most beautiful man, but he also loves to torture Rin by not letting him hide behind his haughtiness!! RIN MY BELOVED MAN WHO IS SUCH A SHAME BASED CREATURE PLEASE LET ME BREAK YOU AND ALSO SPOIL YOU FOR THE REST OF FOREVER AJRHJWHRBJANBRBBSBR

Yeah. This whole dynamic makes me the most normal guy in the whole world forever. Wirhajhajjjajrjanrh This was so freaking incredible your brain is massive and it was such an excellent experience commissioning you.🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️👏👏💙💙 The hardest part about any of it was that I had to wait to read it until I got home from work ajhrjajrjqjrhhr WHEN I TELL YOU I WAS RATTLING AT THE BARS OF MY CAGE AJHABVFBSBRBBSBR

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balancing act | y. isagi + i. rin

✮ tags ; afab + fem!reader (she/her used for reader, good girl etc), threesome kinda, oral (m!recieving), bondage (m!receiving) deep-throating, face-fucking, some gagging, rin-centric, polyam relationship, rin and isagi have and established dynamic, soft dom! isagi, implied sub!rin, and switch!reader 18+

✮ wc ; 2k (enough......)

✮ a/n ; thank you for commissioning me @timesnewreader. i was... very excited to write this.... i hope u are okay with the direction i took....

✮ synopsis ; you start to understand the dynamic between them. or maybe all three of you, a little more.

or isagi teaching you how to make rin feel good while rins tied up.

tip jar | commission post (closed for now)

Isagi's hand is warm as it rests on your head.

You look up at him from where you're kneeling, craning your neck to try and get a look of his face. He notices quickly, instantly—affectionate as he lets his hand cup your cheek. His thumb brushes along your lip as he pets you.

A fuzzy feeling settles in your stomach at the touch and he smiles at you. Sun-warm, almost deceptively kind.

You can feel Rin's gaze on you too. Unreadable to you like always. Not quite cruel, not quite openly affectionate either. Something else simmering under the weighted teal irises that makes your stomach tie in knots.

"Don't be nervous," Isagi hums. Him and Rin lock eyes and for a split second, you almost think you understand them. "He won't act tough forever,"

"Shut up," RIn hisses. Isagi clicks his teeth.

"Lighten up first," Isagi says, shaking his head. He cards his fingers through Rin's hair. And then he tugs from the root, hard enough to make RIn hiss. His smile is the same - no traces of malice. "You're scaring her, y'know? Be civil."

Rin looks down at you again. On you? You don't really know. He doesn't look for long, and doesn't respond to Isagi when he talks. His eyes dart in another direction and he scoffs under his breath.

Isagi shakes his head. "You're so dishonest,"

They look at each other again, speaking without talking at all Rin clicks his teeth. Isagi sighs, shrugs, and directs his attention back to you.

"Sorry," He says, apologetic. Sincere. "We both want you here. Promise,"

It's like he's reading your mind, visible relief making your shoulders sag where you sit. Isagi's grin grows another size, pinching your cheek slightly. "You were worried, huh? How sweet."

You squirm a little. You can't find your voice for a minute or two. "A little. I don't... if Rin-kun isn't comfortable with it then—"

Isagi laughs.

And then, with no ceremony - he puts his knee between Rin's closed legs and shoves them apart. Rin snaps at him. Isagi keeps his legs forced open without concern.

Rin isn't any position to do anything anyway. You're knelt between his legs but he's got his arms tied - restrained to a chair per Isagis's request. He fights a blush as Isagi keeps his legs apart.

He's not naked, but you can see he's hard. His cock strains against the athleisure on hips - tenting the fabric slightly. Your eyes widen in surprise, and you look up at Rin whose still refusing to look at you.

"Promise he won't bite," Isagi says, encouraging you to touch him. "Not if I keep him restrained at least. It's okay."

You and Rin look each other this time. Rin's eyes lid as you crawl closer between his legs. Your hand is tentative, loosely cupping his cock.

The response is instant. A sharp hiss, dick twitching against your hand despite how lightly you've touched it. It emboldens you, enough to hold it at least. He's hard. You wonder if you did that to him. Some part of you can't believe it.

"See? He's just embarrassed," Isagi says, patient with you. With Rin too, you think. "He wants you make him feel good. Rin had a crush on you first, you know? Between us. I bet you want that too,"

You look up at him innocently. "I want to make you feel good too,"

Isagi lets out a labored breath. "Watching you makes me feel good. Rin-kun will pout if I get to you first," An eye roll. "Unfair right? But that's how much he likes you."

"Shut up already,"

Rin is blushing. Isagi laughs. "See? I'll tell you how to make him feel good. You'll get something nice after, okay?"

"Oh it's—it,"

"Don't argue, 'kay? Go, get closer to him."

So you listen to him. You inch closer to Rin's lap and rest your hand on his leg. Isagi bends down on one knee behind you, keeping his legs apart when Rin tries to shut them closed. Undressing him for your ease of access, hands pushing his sweats down to his thighs.

At full height, his dick is bigger than you imagined it to be. Prettier too, somehow. It's gorgeous—tip flushed cherry red, with a long curve and veins that stand out. Mostly hairless except at the base, where it's well groomed. The hair grows thick still, contrasts so nice against the pale color of his cock. Pre-cum dribbles from the head, silky and and crystalline clear - laced with white.

You feel your head get heavy. A subconscious desire to get closer to it overwhelms your thoughts. Close enough to breathe on it. Rin huffs.

"You're making such a cute face," Isagi coos, amused by you. Embarrassment flares in your belly, tickles your skin. "He likes when you start light. Too much at once and he'll get overwhelmed. Go slowly,"

He instructs so gentle you don't feel condescended. Despite his smugness, his intention is so genuine it makes you flush.

You let your instinct take over. Your mind clouds, pouting your lips to press a soft kiss to the very base of his shaft. Wet and open mouthed, you rest and feel the weight of it. The pulse of it. His cock is so heavy against your face

You move up, kissing it slowly all the way to the very tip. You let your lips rest there. Rin looks down at you, chest heaving.

The obstinacy has melted off of him. Faster then you could've predicted. There's something...needy to it. Almost. Maybe you're reading it wrong.

"You're so good, hm," Isagi hums - standing on his knees behind you. His hand comes around your waist, palm resting on your midriff. "Learned so fast. Use your tongue,"

You dip your tongue into leaking slit on command. Rin cusses loud.

Without thinking, you open your mouth up enough to fit the tip of his cock into it fully. You don't take him all the way into your throat, heeding Isagi's advice to go slow.

"It's sensitive under the head," He directs. He's so comforting, so sincere. "Try it,"

You concentrate your attention there, pressing your tongue flat. Rin jerks above you - hips threatening to buck up into your throat. But Isagi uses both hands to hold him down by his thighs. Rin strains against it but Isagi is firm. You're reminded then that despite the difference in size between them, their athletic prowess isn't so different.

The thought sends you reeling.

"So desperate," Isagi taunts. "A pretty girl has your cock in her mouth and you get so worked up. What happened to your restraint and self-discipline, huh?"

"Fuck off," Rin swears. His voice lacking the composure you've come to associate with him so strongly. "Shut up before I go soft."

"As if you would. Can't cum without me telling you off, can you?"

You feel him twitch in your mouth and you try not to gasp at the reaction, proving itself in front of your eyes. Your eyes go wide and Rin looks down with an embarrassed blush and oh—.

"See? Rin-kun only acts tough but truth is he can only take so much," Isagi hums. His hands slide up your chest and you feel him cup your tits - giving them an affectionate squeeze. "That's why we're spoiling him. He's being like this but he's happy you're pampering him. Right, Rin-kun?"

You look at Rin again and you think you're starting to understand. Just a little. How it goes between them. And now between you. The thought makes your pride swell.

"Rin-kun," You pull away, eyes blown wide in some sudden desire. "I like you."

A pause. Air being pulled into lungs, a held breath. Rin's eyes go wide and you watch as his cock dribbles again. Isagi freezes for a moment too before he laughs, laughs warm and affectionate and so loud.

"You caught on fast, huh?" Isagi says, hugging you from behind. His chin rests on your shoulder. "And me too, right?"

"Yeah, of course you too." You nod.

You understand it a little more clearer. Rin never does something he doesn't have a reason or desire to do. His ego doesn't work that way. Not combating Isagi, no matter how smug, is it's own form of submission you think.

"Let's keep going, okay? Without worry."

A weight lifted from your shoulders, you nod again. Open your mouth fully, careful as you stand up on your knees and get closer. The assurance instills confidence in you, makes it easier for you to go through the practiced motions. Your hands on Rin's thighs, corded muscle strained under your palms where you hold yourself up. Both you and Isagi holding his hips in tandem.

You let yourself take him in. Trapped betwen them, you swallow around Rin's cock. Careful to mind your teeth, the edges of your mouth stretch and ache to accommodate his length. The scent of him makes your head feel heavy, a strong musk and the taste of clean skin all over your tongue. Makes your mouth water, brain melting slow. The effort doesn't go unnoticed, Isagi whispering praises as you open up your throat to fit fully fit Rin's cock.

"You're so good. Just like that," He hums, giggling. "Even I can't do this well. So good with your mouth huh?"

You gag voicing a muffled 'thank you' and Rin curses above you. You feel him strain, muscles of his thighs shaking hard.

"Fuck—fuck, don't—"

You move then. Mouth full of spit, used to the feeling of his cock down your throat - you move bob your head, hollowing your cheeks. Your eyes prick with tears at the way he hits your throat now repeatedly but you push forward anyhow.

You want to see him cum. You want to make him cum.

You can only go for so long though, before your jaw starts to trie.

When you start to slow, Isagi is kind and does the heavy lifting for you.

His hands rest on the side of your head forcing you up and down. It sends a shot of lightning through you, arousal making your whole body shiver at the controlled force. Precise force. He holds you down but he's careful not to push you too far. You moan around Rin's cock in response to it.

Having your face fucked with Isagi as the driver makes your mind bend with unfiltered lust. Your legs clamp again, an empty ache in your cunt as you think about what he must be like when he fucks.

Rin doesn't make it out any better. You can feel him. How he starts tremble, how his voice goes shot - how his dick gets harder, twitches so violently in your mouth each time he bottoms out in your throat.

"Fuck," His head drops back in a groan. "Fuck I'm—"

Isagi smiles a little.

"Be a good boy and cum down her throat like she wants,"

That's what makes him let go. Isagi holds you down as Rin cums with something that borders on a scream, straining against his restraints as his cum spills all the way down. It fills your mouth, the taste and the scent making you dizzy. It goes so far into your throat you don't taste it, rather you swallow it all in one go with little fuss other than a loud gulp.

"That's it," Isagi coos. "That's a good girl. Easy, easy. Breathe."

You cough as Isagi lets you off of Rin slowly, exhaling as you clear your throat. When you pull away, Isagi pulls you by your chin to tip your face over to meet his.

"Open your mouth, beautiful."

You do and Isagi smiles with pride. "You really swallowed all of it. Didn't even use your hands," He hums. "What a good girl."

You make a face of embarrassment. "Thank you,"

Rin makes a disgruntled sound. "Untie me before I fucking kill you,"

Isagi snorts, giving you a short kiss before going around to undo Rin's bindings. "Hard to take you seriously when you sound like that."

You sit where you are, in a mild daze you collect yourself. Lost in your own world, you don't notice when Rin finally gets untied.

It startles you when you feel him practically jump you. When his hands are free, he bends over the chair and brings your face to his. Big hands cradle your face as you feel him kiss you so hard it shakes you. More teeth than lip, rough but full of desire. You feel his tongue in your mouth even after swallowing his cum. At some point you give into it, hands clutching his shoulder as you struggle to breathe.

It's Isagi that pulls him off, a laugh on his voice - not mad at all.

"You're so aggressive when you get like this. Just be honest from the start next time instead of trying to eat her, dumbass."

Despite the bickering, Isagi bends down from where he stands to kiss Rin too and Rin lets him so easily you almost want to laugh. Rin must notice. He glares just a little but he looks embarrassed more than anything.

"You did good baby," Isagi praise, a hand on your shoulder. "What kind of reward do you want?"

You pause. "What does Rin-kun want?"

A blush paints him deep red and you ans Isagi sort of smile in mutual understanding. He frowns, bangs covering his face.

"Want you to sit on my face,"

You look at Isagi.

"Then that, if that's okay."

Isagi hums, a hand on Rin's nape. "More than okay. Guess it's fine to spoil him a little more."

Rin makes a disgruntled noise, but ultimately - he doesn't seem too unhappy with it either.

A very careful balancing act.

[ruruumin]

betting on dogs.

₊˚ ᗢ itoshi rin x gn! reader.

⤷ confessions under the rain // based on the isle of dogs

“i’m not a violent dog.” 

is the first thing you told him. sitting underneath a worn sheet metal, rain pours heavy above your heads. you’re bundled up in one of rin’s jackets while he stands in nothing more but a pair of sweats and a turtleneck. after a quick run to the convenience store, the light sprinkles that were forecasted soon turned into a downpour.

you don’t know how things got to be the way they are. you don’t remember, nor do you bother recounting the days you’ve spent with the stoic, soccer-headed boy from eighth grade. its been too long to describe the decades long friendship you’ve kept with him. the only thing you know is that the world is out to get you. whether it be by stranding you in the middle of an empty street or the chirping crickets that fill the air. 

“i don’t know why i bite,” you continue, scrunching your nose when water hits the fabric of your shoes. 

rin doesn’t say anything to your words. he only swallows as he tilts his head up to the sky, watching the clouds overhead move in slow waves. he knows the movie you’re referencing. he remembers seeing it in theaters the day it came out. not because he wanted to, but because he knew you liked it. 

he thinks you’re just like him. unfriendly, cold, and dismissive, especially by the way you turn your shoulders on someone the moment they get too close. even when he was practically forced to introduce his team to you, your attitude never changed. and while he doesn’t mind it all too much, he finds your words quite humorous at times, he sees the way it pushes everyone else away.

unlike him however, you care too much. the idea of being close to someone scares you. while everyone else smiles with their flat pearly whites, you bare your fangs. he calls you a fighter by the way you didn’t cry despite getting pushed off the high bars for defending his destructive behavior, and falling onto the wood chip floor with nasty splinters. he calls you a survivor for living through his darkest hell and inhabiting his kingdom of ice. and while you think of yourself so little, he thinks of you too highly.

“i’m sorry.” he can hear you choke on what sounds like a sob. it makes him anxious to think you’ll burst into a waterfall.

“don’t apologize.” 

you’re complicated, he knows that much. so you’ll overcomplicate his words as you always do. he leans against the store wall with an itch in his throat. 

“you’re doing fine.” 

“am i?”

“yeah.” he simply replies, “do you not think so?”

“not at all.”

“why?”

you press your lips together, mulling over the next few words. rin’s eyes flicker to your sitting figure as rain continues to trickle down the roof. his mouth feels dry every time he sees you in his clothes so he licks the bottom of his chapped lips, smoothing over the surface before he clicks his tongue. 

“i’m a horrible friend,” you say, pressing the palm of your hand against your forehead as you push away strands of hair, “dragging you out like this. being a total dickhead to all your friends the other day. you probably have better things to do then be here. stuck in the rain with an asshole.”

rin has half the heart to kick up the mud from under his shoes onto your face. “if i cared about you being an asshole then i wouldn’t have agreed in the first place.” 

“you don’t think you’d rather be somewhere else?”

“not really.”

he looks down at you, heart throbbing at the front of his chest at your expression. doe-eyed and laced with thin strings of tears, you look like you’re about to cry. if it wasn’t for your frantic wipes around your eyes using the sleeves of his hoodie, he would have crouched beside you, one finger dabbing across the bottom of your lid. 

“what are you crying about?”

“just…frustrated i guess.”

rin stays quiet this time, letting you think to yourself and piece together the words you’ve been dying to say. 

“and maybe a little tired. of always trying, and trying, and somehow failing each time. i’m—” you suck in a breath. 

somehow the memories you’ve kept repressed were coming back to bite you. times where you’ve raised your voice a little too high at the wrong person. moments where you crash into your bedroom like a meteor, throwing your bags into the ground as you count the hot tears that stream down your face. events that remind you about how insufferable you are as a person.

“i don’t want to die alone, rin.” 

squeezing your eyes shut, you feel the waterworks beginning to break free. its humiliating as it is awkward. you’re using his jacket to smear a thick layer of snot away from your face. the thick material starts to become moist and hot as you control your hiccups.

its pathetic the way you want to cling onto him. you want to hold him the way lovers do. the same way two people would in cliche romance movies. if it was anyone else in your shoes, like the cute and fashionable girl that sits behind him in psychology throwing heart eyes his way, things would be easier. 

but you’re stuck as his longtime childhood friend despite all these years of pining. or at the very least, thats what you convince yourself. after eating his snacks and drinking from the same water bottle, you refuse to admit there's anything more between you and rin. perhaps the real reason is that you don’t want to overcomplicate what might be platonic.

so you push and push. but pushing rin is like trying to force an immovable boulder to walk. which is why hes still here despite all the impulsive texts about walking to the nearest convenience store. 

“that's what you’re scared of?”

“a little, yeah.”

he slides down from the side of the wall while he shuffles next to you. his hand rests on the dry spot next to yours. he can feel the tip of your nail graze the surface of his skin. his longing for skinship creeps up on him. 

“i think you’re being stupid about it,” as if he knew you’d turn to him with an offended expression, he sighs and reaches out to squeeze your hand. “i don’t give a shit about any of that lukewarm stuff you say about yourself. i know none of it is true.”

“how can you tell?” 

“because i’ve known you for a while and i didn’t care before, and i don’t now.”

you lower your gaze, heart burning with unbridled shame. “i hurt people, you know that.”

rin shrugs his shoulders. “i hurt people too.”

“you don’t feel bad about it?”

“no. they need to get used to me being unfriendly.”

“it must be genetics because every itoshi i’ve met has been unfriendly,” you lean forward, resting your chin on your knees, staring off into the distance. “you and sae are like that.”

“that never stopped us from being friends though.” 

“i guess you’re right. even unfriendly people have friends.”

there is a pause in the conversation. however, instead of the usual heavy downpour filling the gap, its beginning to slow down. clouds were starting to part ways with each other. its oddly serene.

“i like you.”

you blink in surprise.

“i care about you.”

his voice is steady. almost rehearsed. as if hes been saying these things in the mirror, hoping that one day you will hear what he has to say, and you’re hanging onto your last breath as you listen intently. his ears are a flushed color of pink and it travels straight to his cheeks. when rin gets embarrassed, it shows in his entire body.

he holds you tighter than before, almost as if hes scared you’ll leave before he could even finish his sentence: 

“and i don’t mind waiting for you.”

the world turns into a fuzzy buzz. cottony, white noise plugs up your ears. you think you might be dying because you’re having flashbacks to the day you met rin at the playground, when he was covered and battered with bruises on his stomach and face for falling from the top of the monkey bars. you even remember the time you stayed over at his apartment, binge watching all the latest horror movies on his ipad that he's had since he was twelve. shoulder to shoulder with your best friend, everything was starting to become warm.

after breaking away from your flustered stupor, you gently hit his shoulder. an audible ‘thwop’ noise coming from when the long fabric of his jacket makes contact with his turtleneck. 

“thats not what chief says in the movie.”

“you’re right.” 

rin finally lets out a small chuckle to break the heavy air. if it wasn’t for his silly laugh the tension would have been too thick to cut with a knife.

“he didn’t say that. but...” he shuffles towards you, getting eerily close to touching noses.

“i don’t care how insufferable you can be, dragging me to the convenience store for something as dumb as candy.” his gaze softens, “you on the other hand, care too much about what others think about you, and maybe i’m crazy to think i’m in love with you because of it.”

he quickly shuts his mouth, flicking his head away as you’re left flabbergasted. the last part was meant to be said in his head. not aired out. not vocalized to god and his angels. and especially not you. his brain was starting to feel like a melting popsicle. it must have been trickling out of his ears because he's becoming mushy.

“say that again.”

“huh?”

“say it, please—rin.” he hates the way you say his name because it makes his toes curl and body instantly fold. no one else has this effect on him.

he slowly but surely turns to you, aquamarine eyes swirling with a strange warm look. the tears you’ve shed have long escaped their cocoons. instead they grow into full-fledged butterflies that dance off your skin.

“i think i’m in love with you.”

it's hard to control the smile that's growing on your face. brushing away strands of hair covering the side of your face, rin presses his tongue against the side of his cheek, waiting for the next set of words that might make or break the friendship you’ve built together.

“you’ll wait?”

“yeah.”

“so you’re not attracted to tame animals.” 

“i’m not.”

your giddy laugh contradicts the soft, intimate whisper that slips through your parting lips. you rotate your hand over so that both your palms are touching each other, finally embracing the warmth he has always given you from the start.

his new profound confession made it all the more evident to you that underneath layers upon layers of insecurity and fear, was the desire to be loved and adored. with a fresh coat of relief washing over you, your head finally leans in his direction, dropping onto his shoulder as the two of you breathe out a sigh of relief.

“thank you, rin.”

[eetherealgoddess]

ꨄExotic Troubleꨄ

Oneshot - Yandere Hybrid Au

❦Y/n pet sits a rich owner’s exotic hybrids❦

Sano Manjiro, Hanemiya Kazutora, Sanzu Haruchuyo, & Haitani Brothers x Reader

Not fully proofread!

MY TR FANDOM WORKS ARE ONLY ON TUMBLR, AO3, AND WATTPAD UNDER EETHEREALGODDESS! REPORT IF YOU SEE IT POSTED UNDER ANYONE ELSE BUT ME!!!

Japanese language is red

I apologize if I get any Japanese etiquette or culture wrong, I literally have to research the culture for some of my fandom stories so if anything is wrong, please excuse my ignorance.

Notice:

✩Y/n is 18+. I picture her as a black female but you can see her however.

✩Some parts of the story may not be realistic or factual. After all, this is a work of fiction.

✩Although it's a dark 'romance,' I do not condone any of the behavior displayed.

✩Dark content such as: gore, violence, triggering topics, graphic scenes, vulgar language, explicit sexual content, etc.

✩There will be scenes that involve non con and/ or dubcon so don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable

✩That being said, this story is for 18+ only.

Enjoy!

Exotic Trouble

“Rin, Ran! Goddamnit, what is this?!” Y/n exclaims after closing the front door of the mansion behind her. Glaring at the culprits as she waves her hands around the mess that lies everywhere, including the scratched furniture and fallen frames, glass shards all over the wood.

The oldest brother could be seen sleeping on the torn couch, his furry ears flipping down as his slumber is disturbed, turning his body to face the back of the couch as his tail drapes over the seat. The youngest simply sat on the floor beside his brother’s tail, leaning back against the bottom of the couch as he licked his hand, claws out.

“Explain yourselves, right now!” She stomps one foot as she places her hands on her hips. She throws her hands out as they slap against her thigh, dropping as she frustratingly sighs when she’s ignored.

“You’re getting paid for this, you’re getting paid for this, you’re getting paid for this.” She murmurs to herself as she walks past the mess, walking up the staircase in search of the others she’s been paid to pet sit.

“Mikey! Kazu! Haru!” She calls out. The door down the hall creaking open as the tiger hybrid walks out, strolling towards her.

“I don’t know about Sanzu, but Mik-.”

“Master!” A cheerful cry reaches her ears. A short, blonde lion hybrid dashes toward her as she holds her arms out, already knowing what he was about to do. He jumps on her, arms wrapping around her neck as she holds him up. He buries his face into the crook of her neck, causing her to lightly shiver as his warm breath reaches her skin.

“Mikey, you know I’m not your master. Where’s Sanzu?”

“I don’t know.” He whispers as he drifts off to sleep. She sighs as she eyes Kazutora.

“Y/n, can we lay down? I want to watch a movie.” Kazutora yawns as his fangs show, rubbing his eyes. She smiles slightly at the cuteness before her frown returns.

“It would have to be later, before I go home. Kazu, do you know who trashed the foyer downstairs?”

She has an idea that it’s the Haitani brothers doing, but she had to make sure so she could explain why the owner’s furniture is torn apart.

“No.” He shakes his head. “Can you spend the night, again?” He questions as he gives her a doe - eyed expression.

“Kazutora, I know you’re lying to me.” He flinches as her tone changes. He crosses his arms as he looks away.

“Fine, I won’t make you snitch. Perfect timing to have company over, great.” She sighs. His eyebrows furrow.

“Company?” She ignores his question as she walks from room to room.

“Damn, Haru hides too well.” She murmurs as she searches. A ring at the doorbell halts their movement. Kazutora sniffs the air.

“Here, take him for me please?” She hands him Mikey before he could respond, rushing down the stairs.

Before she could make it to the door, she gasps as she sees both brothers at the doorway, interrogating her boyfriend.

“Who are you?” Rin glares at the newcomer while Ran sniffs in suspicion, his hands in his pockets while Rin’s arms cross.

“Uh, Hi. I’m Tanaka, Akio.” He bows as he sheepishly smiles, nerves a little wrecked as he wasn’t expecting to be greeted by exotic hybrids. He underestimated the words ‘pet sitting,’ thinking of them being regular pet hybrids and not exotic which are known to be bigger and intimidating creatures.

The door slams closed as Ran became bored of the conversation, if it could be called that. Tanaka scratches the back of his head before the door opens swiftly.

“I’m so sorry about that Aki, they’re just grumpy.” She says, moving out of the way to invite him in. “Hence the mess that I recently came home to.” She chuckles. The hybrids frown at her use of a nickname.

“Don’t worry about it, babe.” She grabs his wrist to pull him as she shows him around.

“By the way, that was the Haitanis. The tiger carrying the lion is Hanemiya and the lion is Mikey. The jaguar is hidden somewhere, but his name is Sanzu.” She explains.

“How is it taking care of exotic hybrids? I heard it can be troubling.” He inquires, readjusting his glasses as they walk down the hall to the kitchen.

“It’s not too hard. Some of them are troublemakers, though. I’d say that’s the only ‘issue’ that I've had.”

“Who is that?” Mikey asks, crawling out of Kazutora’s hold as he raises a brow. They walk behind the two humans, along with the Haitani brothers.

“I don’t know, but I don’t like him.” Kazutora responds.

“He looks weak.” Ran chuckles, “What is she doing with him?”

“He better be a friend. It’d be humiliating for him to be anything else.” Rin says.

“He’s obviously her partner.” A soft voice says behind them. They stop in their tracks as they turn their heads.

“Sanzu, where have you been?” Kazutora asks.

“If you look at their body language, you can see that they’re in a romantic relationship. Especially with how she looks at him.” He frowns, crossing his arms.

They all turn to observe the couple, to their disappointment they glare at the way they hold hands and laugh together. Some of them let out small growls as they see the man rubbing her arm as they converse.

“We should watch a movie. Need an excuse to cuddle.” He suggests, chuckling along with her giggle.

“Yeah, let's do it.”

They headed up the stairs having grabbed a few snacks as they made their way to the bedroom. The hybrids watch as they close the door behind them, shutting off access to their view. They all glance at each other before nodding.

After thirty minutes of watching the movie, the couple began their make out session on the bed, her leg draped over him, her body nearest to the door. His arm draped over her waist. As they motion their lips together, he slightly opens his eyes, only widening them when he sees two pairs of glowing purple eyes in the doorway. In response, he wraps both arms around her waist and pulls her on top so he can ignore the presence standing by.

He closes his eyes as he continues, his hands making their way to her ass, giving her a gentle squeeze before moving them back to her waist. When he opens his eyes, he jumps as if he wasn't expecting a pair of icy blue eyes or even the dark voids to be staring directly from his side, stoic facial expressions that give him the chill.

“Hey, are you okay?” She questions, not realizing the reason for his halted movements.

“Um.” He points at their audience.

“Mikey, Haru! What the fuck are y’all doing?” She exclaims.

“We wanted to watch the movie, too.” Mikey pouts.

“Fine. Let’s all move to the den.” She says, moving from her position as her bottom hits the mattress.

“No, I want to be comfortable.” Mikey whines as he hops on top of her, burying his face into her chest.

“Mikey, we can’t all fit on the bed. Let’s go.” She says as she carries him downstairs, her boyfriend and the other hybrids following behind.

Tanaka can feel the hatred radiating from the group, not only by the glares coming from every which way, including Mikey who’s staring at him from the crook of her shoulder, but also by the Haitani brothers bumping into him as they walk side by side. The tension in the room is thick, intimidating him.

When they all make it to the den, her boyfriend sits on the end of the sofa as she sits next to him, Mikey sitting on top of her with his face still buried on the crook of her neck. Sanzu sits on the floor, leaning his head against her leg farthest from the boyfriend as Kazutora sits near her other leg that’s nearest to Tanaka. Rin sits beside her, wrapping an arm around hers. Ran stands in front of the boyfriend.

“Move.” He demands, nonchalantly, eyes heavy lidded with a stoic expression, his tail swaying. Although there was no tension in his face, those lazy eyes pierce through Tanaka, causing him to immediately get up.

“Wait, Ran that wasn’t fair! Aki-.”

“No, Y/n. It’s okay.” Tanaka responds. She continues to eye him as Ran sits down, using his tail to wrap around her waist as he leans his body onto hers.

“Are you sure? Ran come on don’t be mean.”

“It’s okay, baby.” Tanaka says, sitting next to Rin, although not too close.

“Alright.” She sighs, turning the tv on and another movie on display.

Thirty minutes passed once more as Mikey’s head rested on her shoulder closest to Rin.

“Master, can you rub my back?” He whispers, hot breath on her ear. She nods as she uses the hand closest to Ran to begin petting his back. Tanaka side glances. His eyes widen when he sees a wet tongue come out and glide up her neck.

“Mikey, I know you’re affectionate, but not right now, okay?” She whispers, knowing that he licks in content often like a normal hybrid pet, though she doesn’t want to freak her boyfriend out considering he has barely any knowledge of these creatures.

“But the movie is scary and this relaxes me.” He whines. Tanaka hears everything as he grits his teeth. Rin and Ran snort as they know what Mikey’s doing and they’re not against it.

“Fine.” She sighs. “Just try to chill out okay. It’s not real.” She rubs his back.

He continues to give her little kitten licks, to Tanaka’s disappointment, though he didn’t dare say a word. Finally, he and Mikey make eye contact, the lion hybrid staring intently as he uses his tongue to give a long lick before sucking the sensitive skin. His ears pull back as he gives another long lick, kissing her neck before nibbling.

“Mikey, stop that.” Y/n whispers, shivers going down her spine at the newfound sensation he gives her. He begins to purr as he continues his suckling, ignoring her as he continues to stare Tanaka down. He smiles when he stands up.

“Hey, babe. I’m gonna go, okay?”

“What? The movie isn’t even over.” She says, unknown to his real motives of leaving.

“It’s fine, I have work in the morning anyway and this was a distant drive.” He says as he walks near the exit of the den.

“Okay, let me at least walk you out!” She says as she begins to try and move Mikey, though she’s plastered in her seat by all of the hybrids holding her.

“It’s fine. It was good to see you. Text me.” He waves goodbye.

When he disappears from the room, Sanzu and the Haitani brothers hop from their seats.

“Where are y’all going?” She questions.

“To lock the door and get food.” Ran answers.

She nods as they disappear, Mikey’s tail wrapping around her waist as a sleeping Kazutora subconsciously rubs his face against her leg. Mikey’s grip tightens as he continues assaulting her neck.

“You must be overstimulated. Do I need to grab one of your toys?” She asks as his fangs lightly pierce her neck when he nibbles. He shakes his head no and continues his licks and kisses.

As Tanaka walks to his car, he fails to notice the figure before it jumps on him from behind. His glasses fall, shattering as he looks into crazed blue eyes. Before he could react, large claws scrape against his chest as he screams. Ran shoves a cloth into his mouth before moving to his arm, tearing it clean off using his mouth and claws. Rin grabs his leg, using his strength to break it, slicing the skin with his claws as he pulls it completely off. Screams muffled as Sanzu wraps his mouth around his neck, using his sharp teeth to take a chunk out of his body, killing him as the blood splatters out.

They continue to slaughter his body for fun before contacting the butlers and maids to clean the mess before their pet sitter could see.

“Guys?! What’s all this blood from?!” She exclaims when they enter the den. Kazutora wakes up as her yelling brings him from slumber. Mikey eyes the other hybrids in content.

“Food.” Rin simply responds.

She sighs, feeling sorry for the poor animals they fed from.

“Let’s get you guys bathed and ready for bed.”

As they walk to one of the bathrooms, the men converse in their own language, knowing she can’t understand anything that they’re saying. After all, she only just moved to the country, this being her first and only job considering the pay.

“How’d he taste?” Kazutora questions, smirking as they walk.

“I would never eat disgusting scum. We tore him apart and the employees completed the rest.” Sanzu states.

“Good.” Mikey smiles.

“It was too easy. I wanted a challenge but he just laid there.” Rin pouts.

“What else would you expect from a weakling, brother?” Ran smiles.

“Alright, let’s run this bath.”

She turns on the huge tub, adding soap as the hybrids undress. She turns away to block her sight from their human genitals as they hop in.

“Can you bathe us, master?” Kazutora teases.

“Stop calling me that. You can bathe yourselves, I’m just here to clean the mess.” She responds, crossing her arms.

“Please?” Mikey pleads, giving the signature doe eyed expression.

“What kind of pet sitter are you?” Rin taunts.

“Fine, fine, but you’ll have to wash your own balls.” She states.

“First, I’m gonna drain this bloody ass water and remake the bath.”

She does just that. As soon as the tub is full, she grabs the shampoo.

“Alright, who’s first?”

After everyone is done, they head to their designated bedrooms. Her walking each of them to make sure everything is okay. Finally, putting Sanzu to bed last, she tells him goodbye.

“Are you staying over?” He asks. She nods her head.

“Yeah, it’s gotten too late to drive home. Sweet dreams.” She says before walking out and closing the door behind her.

When she makes it to her room, she gets ready for her own shower. When she’s done she completes her night routine and hops in bed. Her brows furrowed in confusion when she didn't receive any routine responses from Tanaka. Suddenly, her phone rings. She answers the call.

As she talks with her friend, she reveals that their owner will be back either late that evening or tomorrow morning, indicating that this is her last night at the mansion, unknown to the prowling ears listening to her conversation. Once their call ends, she puts her phone down, falling into a deep slumber.

The moonlight shines through the room as the bouncing of the bed wakes her up. Sweat falls down her body as she feels cold air hitting all over her heated bare skin. Heavy breathing could be heard as moans and whispers filled the air.

As she comes back to her senses, she realizes the sensations brought to her skin, including her body rocking up and down. Opening her eyes wide when her thoughts click, she eyes in horror, a strangled gasp leaving her mouth as she sees Rin naked above her form. His hand is wrapped around a chain that connects to a collar around her throat. His other hand balances himself above her as the skin’s smacking sounds echo.

His forehead is leaning on hers as he thrusts hard, pulling his hips back and slamming it against her propped up thighs. His lips are slightly parted as his eyes are closed, breathing heavily as she feels his warm breath hitting her face. His ears flipped back as his tail wrapped around her leg.

“R-rin! Stop, right now!” She exclaims, breathlessly as her nose scrunches from the intense beating. He ignored her, continuing as he released a moan. Her hands reach up to push against his chest, his hand blocking one of them as he uses the balancing hand to hold her wrist down, claws scratching against the sheets.

“No. It’s my turn.” He breathes, sitting up as he faces her, smirking before accelerating his thrusts.

“Your t-turn?” She questions, still attempting to push him off with one hand on his chest. He nods as he motions his head to the side.

On the bed, the other hybrids, naked, are kneeled some palming their own erections while the others pump themselves, watching the display. She wails in humiliation.

“You have to stop! Th-this is not okay!”

Ran crawls toward her as he leans over to steal a kiss, shoving his tongue in her mouth as he grabs her cheek, caressing with his thumb. Sanzu comes to the other side of the bed, bending over as he latches his lips onto her neck. Mikey and Kazutora, on opposite sides, latch to her nipples, playing with them using their fingers as well as sucking.

Rin leans over as he thrusts into her from a deeper angle, causing a grunt to come out of her as he repeatedly hits her g-spot. Her toes curl as her head falls back. She pleads for them to not continue this madness, half way hoping she was still dreaming.

“My my, what a welcome home.” A familiar, sultry voice says. Y/n turns her attention to the doorway as the men continue their assault, not shifting their attention at all.

“P-please! Ah! I didn’t-! Fuck! Mean for thi-!” She tries to explain, tears falling as her eyes squint.

“Yes, I know. My boys have taken quite a liking to you so you’ll be staying here for now on. Isn’t that great?” The owner walks in as she strolls to the side of the bed, closest to Y/n’s upper body.

“B-but I can-! I can’t stay…! Ah! Here.” She responds before Ran grabs her chin and forces another kiss, tired of their conversation.

“Oh, but you can. You will. Everything has already been set in motion and you know how I spoil them. They’re good boys after all.” She walks towards the door before turning on her heel.

“Also, you won’t be hearing from, what’s his name? Tanaka, right? Don’t worry about it, everything has been taken care of. Even the damaged furniture.” She smiles before walking out and closing the door. She pulls back from Ran.

“G-guys! What h-happen-?!” Ran bites her lips as Sanzu nips painfully at her neck. Rin pulls her chain roughly, causing pain in her neck as the two fondling her breasts pinch her nubs. She shuts her eyes in pain as blood is drawn from her lip and neck.

They continue, Rin thrusting sloppier as he reaches his climax, her head dropping back as her eyes roll in the back of her head. Her body convulses as her hips buck, creaming on his bare cock. With one deep thrust, he orgasms deep inside of her.

Rin moves off of her as everyone pulls back. She lies weakly as she catches her breath, attempting to face her new reality.

“That must’ve felt great. My turn!”

“You already went, Mikey.” Kazutora responds. “It’s my turn.”

“No, I’m going next.” Sanzu says.

“Doesn’t matter who goes next. She’s going to be bred full of our cubs.” Rin hisses.

Ran ignores all of them as he crawls above her, placing his head at her entrance before shoving himself all the way in. He lifts both of her legs and leans over her with his hands wrapped around them. One of his hands moves to the chain and pulls. He smiles with amusement.

“You look so pretty all worn out, Master. I’m glad we’ll get to have you like this all the time.” His thrusts harden, steady as he hits her cervix.

“Fine, but I’m after him.” Sanzu calls dibs.

“Hey!” Kazutora hisses.

Juice oozes out of her hole as his thick girth stretches her pussy. Once again, her nipples caught in fingers as well as her neck planted with kisses. Her lips caught as she’s once again, bredded. Ran slows down as his skin slaps against hers as they make eye contact. A red hue takes over his face as his fangs tingle.

“I’m ready to mark her.”

“No! We have to wait until we all get a turn.” Kazutora says, only because he wants to mark her while he’s inside.

“Why? Let’s claim her now.” Rin says.

“You only say that because you’ve already fucked her.” Sanzu growls.

She eyes them in confusion as she tries to decipher what they’re going back and forth about. Mikey rolls his eyes as he bites her side, causing her to flinch at the pinch.

“Damnit, Mikey!” Kazutora exclaims before grabbing her arm and biting her wrist. Rin bites her neck as Sanzu bites her other side. As she orgasms, Ran leans over to bite the other side of her neck.

She yelps as Ran accelerates drastically, thrusting his hips back and forth as the meat on her thighs jiggle. Her mouth drops open as she tilts her head back once more, her core overstimulated as she arches her back.

“That’s so hot.” Kazutora states as he drops her wrists, some of the others nodding as they watch.

Eventually, he releases deep inside of her with one hard thrust, the pressure pushing against her g-spot as it’s held there causing her to cum again.

She attempts to catch her breath before Ran moves and Sanzu climbs on her.

“Haru, please don’t.” She whispers, completely spent as she holds no more strength. He smiles warmly as he grabs her palm and places it on his cheek.

“Be good for us, okay Master?”

[kiame-sama]

Soulful Jewel- (Yandere!Sesshomaru x Reader) pt 3

Warnings: yandere relationship, yandere temper, yandere behavior, hurt, betrayal, confrontation, rage, aggressive behavior, yandere behavior, blood, fighting, arguing, not proofread (I probably should get a proofreader at some point)

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"So, do you have a big animal form, Lady (Y/n)?"

You glanced over at the little girl that sat on the back of Ah-Un as your group of mismatched ends traveled together. Rin had always been good company during your travels and always seemed to know when you got too lost in your mind and needed a way out. Ever since your mutual Lord both claimed and showed his interest and power over you, you had found yourself feeling more attached to the dog demon.

Despite the less than kind way he had approached you about the subject, you felt an inherent need to stay near him. It felt as if you were bound to him in more ways than one even as you traveled with him and his group. From returning you to life after your sacrifice, to teaching you how to be a demon in feudal Japan, Sesshomaru had done more to help you than hurt you overall.

Now you were pulled from your thoughts by the innocent enough inquiry of the little girl you sacrificed your old life for. It was a good question, did you have an animalistic form? She had spoken about Sesshomaru's dog form several times prior and it made you wonder if you would have a similar fox form. There was also a chance that your form could become less human as you aged and the animalistic features would show through your humanoid form then.

"I don't know, Rin. I think it could be possible."

"Well, why don't you try it now? I'm sure if you try, you could-"

It was then Sesshomaru actually spoke up, Rin quickly silencing herself to hear what he had to say.

"It is still too early in her growth as a demon to attempt such a thing. Should she try and actually succeed she will likely become feral with power and instinct. It is not something to attempt lightly and without good reason."

"Oh," Rin started, "okay, M'Lord!"

It was while Rin was turned to look ahead that you caught a scent on the wind that stopped you in your tracks. Something was painfully familiar about this scent and it made a mixture of emotions well up inside of you, bringing with it a rush of energy that seemed to hum within you. memories came unbidden to the front of your mind as they flashed and played in short clips.

Kagome smiling at you by the campfire.

Songo polishing her giant boomerang.

Shippo curled up against Kirara's side.

Miroku cooking up fish.

Inuyasha training fiercely.

Each memory sent emotions flooding your senses, but they were all overshadowed by pain and with that pain came anger. A burning and broiling rage filled you as you remembered all the injustices done against you by the group and that rage poisoned your mind. The faintest of burns came from where you keep your soul made jewel as you felt a change overcome you.

You heard a voice somewhere near you, but that seemed to be so distant from your mind that you couldn't even focus on what it was saying. All you felt was rage and all you could hear was the blood pounding in your ears. Nothing mattered beyond reaching the source of your pain and putting an end to it.

It wasn't long before you were racing through the forest, headed towards those familiar scents with nothing more than rage on your mind. There was little sound that met your ears other than the profound snapping of branches from your vicious flight forward. A clearing was coming closer as you raced forward, but the moment you burst into the opening another creature slid before you.

A white dog-demon with a purple crescent moon in the center of his forehead snarled at you in warning, his fangs bared and head low. Beyond the dog demon's figure stood a surprised group and their simple presence made a furious growl erupt from within. The dog demon looked over at whatever it was you were snarling at and some kind of understanding seemed to dawn upon him as he turned back to you.

"Enough, (y/n), the human woman isn't worth this rage."

"That bitch left me for dead! I have a right to confront her!"

"As your mate I am demanding you stand down. Back off, (y/n)."

"Never."

He actually seemed surprised at your snarled response and refusal to back down, his demonic aura lessening as his form began to shift back. The group behind the two of you actually reacted now to Sesshomaru who still stood with his back turned to them. Inuyasha was first to draw his blade and prepare for a fight with his elder brother.

"Stand down, half-breed. The vixen doesn't need you or your human pet angering her further."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

It was then you cut in, your voice raw and full of pain. Now the group could hear you as well and it was clear the sound of your voice unsettled them.

"It means you killed me! And when you were done you bastards just left me there! You all deserve the same treatment you gave me!"

"Why the hell do you sound like (y/n)? Answer me damn it!"

"Because I am (y/n)!"

It was then a blue flame surrounded you and you easily leaped past Sesshomaru, ready to dig your teeth into Inuyasha. But as you snapped your fangs, another weight pulled you back. Sesshomaru was back in his dog demon form and was preventing you from letting your rage take control. Even as you struggled to free yourself and felt all of your frustrations mounting, you couldn't escape the larger and more experienced dog demon.

Despite how he didn't seem to believe you at first, Inuyasha took a quick sniff and as the scent registered to his brain the blade fell from his hand. His response told the others that your words were true as they all now looked at your angrily struggling form, trying desperately to snap them with your fangs but unable to move beyond the limited range Sesshomaru gave you. Even as you struggled and cried out, you began to exhaust yourself.

"She's a demon..? But how? That doesn't even make any sense, she died-!"

"Inuyasha," Kagome now spoke, her eyes wide with sorrow and disbelief, "her chest. She- she has the full Shikon jewel!"

"Wait, but what about those shards you have? How does she have them?"

"I still have them right here! But how can she have..?"

You continued to struggle against Sesshomaru's hold, finding yourself unable to break away from the demon dog. Eventually your form began to melt back into what it had been prior. Were you had seen paws with the same white-prismatic color fur that your hair now was, they returned to hands. The muzzle you could see clearly in your peripheral sunk back into the form of your regular nose. Even the size that you had gained began to lessen until you were easily pinned by a paw from Sesshomaru's dog form. He too returned to his other form, continuing to keep you down and preventing you from reaching the group you once called your friends.

"Wait," Songo now spoke, her boomerang falling from her hands as she refused to try and fight you, "do you think she did the same as the first priestess who created the Shikon jewel? Could it be possible she created one too the day she died? It could make sense, but it doesn't explain why she is a demon now..."

"It doesn't matter, we can take it now."

Even as your will to fight receded, your rage still burned poisonously as you growled and snarled towards the group. Before they could react, Sesshomaru snapped at them, his tone more irritated and enraged than you had ever heard it before.

"Keep your filth-covered claws off, Inuyasha. She created that jewel with her sacrifice, it is not yours to freely take. I am keeping this vixen from slaughtering those she valued as a human, do not think for a second I will not allow her to act on her justly formed rage should you try to take what is not yours."

Inuyasha almost seemed like he was going to try and argue or fight with Sesshomaru, but a quick glance at you made him pause. He had been the cause of your untimely demise and his need to chase down Naraku was why he hadn't even noticed what happened. When Kagome told him later about the fact that you had been caught in the wind-scar, he truly felt he was to blame for your death.

Inuyasha had killed you. The others had left your body behind. Kagome had decided to leave you where your body lay in order to help the others. They had abandoned you and you were rightfully furious with them.

"Try to calm yourself, my mate. These humans and the half-breed are not worth being so upset over."

"They killed me and left me behind. I have the right to be as upset as I want to be!"

Kagome- upon hearing your words- burst into tears and hid her face, shame weighing upon her heavily. The others struggled to look at you, even as you fought against Sesshomaru's hold and continued to rant angrily at them. They all were to blame and everyone knew it.

A quiet part of you recognized that leaving you behind was the best move, as Sesshomaru was the only one you knew of who could reunite a departed soul and their body. That quiet piece also understood that you had entered the wind-scar voluntarily in order to save Rin from the same fate. Despite how that logic existed in your mind, you knew you still had a right to be angry.

Still, it was obvious Sesshomaru was not going to allow you to kill the ones that killed you. That fact alone cooled your boiling rage to a simmer and as you stopped fighting, his hold on you lessened. Eventually he was the one helping you up to your feet, keeping himself between you and the group you once called friend.

Your hand rest where your jewel sat, feeling it thrum in response to your light touch against the smooth surface. Even though your rage had calmed, you still held the burning hate inside of you. Perhaps it had been that hate and resentment paired with the roaming Kitsune soul that turned you to the demon you were now.

"If I ever see any of you again, I will not hesitate. Sesshomaru won't always be there to hold me back from my vengeance, so sleep with one eye open."

[angel-of-the-moons]

Eccentricities

Yandere!Miguel x Fem!Reader

TW/CW: DDDNE, Dead Dove Do Not Eat, NSFW, masturbation, spying, camera usage, Miguel being an overall gross creep, stalker behavior, possessiveness, obsessiveness, mentions of murder from the previous chapter, manipulation tactics

MINORS DNI I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR CONTENT YOU CONSUME

A/N: Woot! Sorry it's taken so long, everyone! I reinjured my back somehow so hopefully I can relax and get comfy enough to be a bit more regular with uploads to this! This chapter is a bit of filler before we once again, get into the heavier stuff later on. (And yeah I totally looked up the recipe for that drink because UGH I want it so BAD)

Part 2

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Pt. 3

Several weeks had passed since the incident with the man in the alley, since Spider-Man had come to your rescue.

Several weeks since Miguel first felt the taste of euphoria from claiming you verbally. Even if you didn't know it, or knew he was Spider-Man.

Snapping that disgusting prick's neck was satisfying. It would only have felt better if he had sunk his fangs in his throat and just ripped it out, or curled his talons deep, his fist wrapping around his windpipe and yanking it free of his body.

No, no, he had no time for that, though. He had to hurry up and get home so he could comfort you, his scared Little Bird.

His precious Little Bird.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulders and patting your back filled him with such a sense of accomplishment. Not even fighting and detaining anomalies felt that good. Protecting the multiverse paled in comparison to feeling your trembling little body beneath his hands, seeing your body visibly relax under his touch and in his presence.

Fuck, did he want you so badly. But, he couldn't. Not yet. He had to earn more of your trust.

Or at the very least, coerce it from you.

He felt pangs of guilt whenever he would think too deeply on it, but he realized when he checked your canon events, that... well. There was nothing saying you couldn't be his. That your universe would collapse.

You were safe, because you were in his native universe. You were safe because you were his.

Or, you would be. One way or another.

He wouldn't lose you the way he lost Gabriela. He wouldn't watch as you crumbled in his arms.

He wouldn't be alone again.

The way he rationalized it when his morals clouded his drive to possess you, was that you were precious. A cool drink of water after a run in the desert, a calm spot in the middle of a hurricane.

You were something pure that he needed to have. He needed to keep you safe.

Pulling up the statistics of your previous apartment district definitely solidified his reasoning that you simply couldn't be trusted to make decisions on your own. Why else would someone as naive as you move somewhere with a crime rate that reached nearly 76% in petty violent crime?

Which brought him back around to the garbage he tossed into a random alley in the city.

His fingerprints and DNA tied him to assaults and break-ins at your building and the neighboring district.

So once again... Miguel was merely doing what was best for you.

Thankfully you didn't have many friends, your busy work schedule from before saw to that. You were simply too raggedly worn to make friends. You even admitted that Lyla was probably the only friend you had (Miguel heard in the recordings of your conversations that you were still too new to Miguel as a person to count him as something so intimate just yet).

Another reason he was taking care of you.

You couldn't manage your work-life balance on your own, and you were struggling financially and mentally from the workload and lack of funds.

But because you were living rent free and with a paycheck to boot... Miguel knew that was the first turn of the proverbial key for your situation.

Soon, you would be locked inside your guilded cage where only he could touch and hold you.

You would thank him for it, eventually. He was sure of it. He would have you on your knees, smiling up at him happily, a pretty gold, necklace-like collar around your neck, the key would hang over his heart.

The thought alone made his cock throb.

No, no...

First things first.

He needed to earn you a bit more. He'd realized that with his work in Alchemax and the Spider Society, you and him hadn't had much interaction save for the end of the day, just after he'd come back from patrolling and you were headed off to bed for the night.

Well, lucky for him... Miguel had put in that he was taking a week away from work, and he even let Jess, Peter, and Lyla take control of things back at HQ, just so he can have time to spend with you.

He needed to make sure that you knew he wasn't afraid to be social with you, that he could be friendly and charming. Maybe once he hammered your walls down a bit... Things might be able to flow naturally. Maybe you would be interested in a relationship with him. It would make manipulating you that much easier.

'It's all for her own good. Nobody else can protect her like I can.' He kept telling himself.

'She'll realize that.'

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You had just let the dinner you made finish baking in the oven.

It was nice, you discovered, to have a conversation with your boss and Lyla while you worked.

Miguel--as politely as possible--convinced you to let him help you cook. He made some interesting dishes that smelled amazing, plus you two worked together to make a tres leches cake just for the two of you. He even showed you how to make homemade whipped icing! (That was messy but you two had fun doing it, of course)

He promised he'd teach you how to make chocoflan and a few other sweets, sometime. Maybe over the next week, since he had the coming days off; and your skills lie in appetizers and main dishes, not desserts.

And it was because of this topic that you learned Miguel had a hell of a sweet tooth. You made a note to add a few new items to your grocery list to make up for this oversight.

Because, hey, he's been working so hard, comes home ragged... who wouldn't enjoy coming home to a nice sweet, homemade treat after working all day and most of the night?

Thankfully your time as a bartender, you knew some things about making some good cocktails without skimping on the liquor.

Like, right now.

Miguel had a bar in his mansion (like most rich people in Nueva York, you assumed), and he allowed you free reign of it because he trusted you.

That knowledge made you feel a bit more pride than you normally would, because this rich and powerful man trusted you with bottles of liquor and champagne that cost more than a year's worth of rent at your old apartment.

At the moment, you were making him a cocktail you've always wanted to try, but menus priced them too high and you couldn't afford the proper stuff to make it right at home.

It was difficult, however, because he was so close, with his Adonis-like good looks and the body that surely made any woman's eyes wander. You had to snap your eyes away when he leaned on the counter, his biceps flexing beneath his partially unbuttoned dress shirt; the sleeves rolled up revealing his thick forearms and the veins lacing the gorgeous tanned skin that probably had phlebotomists fainting or swooning at the sight.

You tried so hard to stay on task as you carefully dipped the rim of the martini glasses in marshmallow fluff and rolled the rims in the crushed graham crackers. It took a few tries, because you were so distracted by the sheer inhuman beauty that was Miguel O'Hara, but his voice snapped you to attention.

"So... What is it you're making?" He hummed curiously, his brow quirking up from behind his glasses.

You cleared your throat and held up the two dusted glasses, "It's called a s'mores martini. It's a bit of a pain to make, but I'm told it tastes amazing."

"Ah." He smiled at you, resting his chin in his palm, his plush and pouty lips curled upwards as he watched. "But you've never made it before, hmm?"

You cringed. "Er... Well. I mean... I've seen other people make it plenty of times..."

Miguel laughed a little, the noise softly escaping his lips as you first poured in the Irish cream, heavy cream, the chocolate syrup, and finally the chocolate liqueur into the shaker.

"Of course. We learn from watching others experience, right?" He hummed softly, eyes tracking your hands.

You awkwardly avoided eye contact as you closed the shaker and held it above you, shaking the contents to make sure they were well mixed. You didn't notice because you were a little embarrassed, that Miguel was staring shamelessly at your cleavage as they jiggled with each over-the-shoulder shake of the metal shaker.

"Well... Yeah! Exactly!" You smiled, finally looking back at him. He'd corrected his line of sight swiftly so you wouldn't notice his hungry leering.

Once it was done, you strained the mixture into the glasses slowly, smiling proudly at the fact you didn't accidentally drop or--god forbid--throw the shaker into the glass bar behind you or across the goddamn room.

You then impaled two marshmallows on both of the smaller skewers you'd prepared, and held them up one at a time, lighting them with the small handheld torch.

You always liked yours a teeny bit more burned, so you let yours bubble and blacken a bit more to ensure optimum gooey-ness before placing it above your cocktail, leaving Miguel's lightly toasted before placing his.

They looked damn delicious, if you did say so yourself.

Miguel gave a tiny congratulatory clap as he watched you finish garnishing the drinks, his lips still curled in that smirk of his.

He took the stem of the glass and plucked the skewer from the rim, making a small show of his tongue curling around the sweet fluffy treats before pulling them off the stick and into his mouth.

He felt his gut twist with a fire as he watched you awkwardly avoid looking at him once more as you munched on yours a bit less eloquently than he did, getting some of the delicious sticky treat on your bottom lip. Miguel continued to watch with ravenous eyes as your tongue swiped the excess off and into your waiting mouth.

Miguel cleared his throat to get your attention again, and lifted his glass in a small toast, "Salud."

Your smile could melt his heart any day, and he felt it do a funny little flip as you returned it. "Salud!"

You wanted to squirm with glee when you saw his eyebrows shoot up when the flavor hit his mouth. You could tell by his expression that it wasn't bad; on the contrary, it was the look of someone who tried something new for the first time and absolutely loved it.

"Muy Bien." Miguel grinned. "You're right. This is good. I didn't know this cocktail existed 'til you showed me."

"See?" You chuckled, licking some of the fluff and crackers off the rim before taking another sip (something Miguel couldn't help but shamelessly watch). "I love looking up drink recipes. There's this one made from melon liqueur that involves soaking chunks of the melon in the alcohol, right..."

"That sounds good... Sprinkle a little chili-lime salt on it, it could almost be like a treat I used to eat as a kid with my brother." He grinned at you.

"We'd go to the park, buy a mango fresh from the bodega, some of the salt, and just sit on a bench and eat it after school."

"Oh! You can make it with mangos, too! We could try that." You chirp helpfully, ignoring how your heart skipped a beat

"I'd like that." Miguel chuckled, taking another sip. "Perhaps I can make you a white Russian, too?"

"Oh! That sounds good! I've never had one of those..."

You smiled, taking in the quiet, budding camaraderie between you and your boss. Lyla had long since moved her little holographic self to the kitchen, carefully monitoring the food so it didn't burn, so it was just you and Miguel in the comfortable silence as you enjoyed your drinks.

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God, of course you couldn't keep your hands to yourself. The moment you finished your chores and bade Miguel goodnight, you ran to your room, your heart fluttering like a wild hummingbird.

It was the booze. It had to be the booze.

Especially with these thoughts running through your head. He was your boss.

He was your boss.

You couldn't think about him like that, it would only complicate things. Being friends you could do, but... job romances always ended nasty. Like when you broke up with your coworker at the insurance office.

Bryce was still pissy about that and would harass you on occasion, sending hurtful and suggestive e-messages to your addresses.

But... working for a guy who may as well have been molded by the gods themselves; how the fuck were you to function properly without your mind wandering to less family-friendly thoughts?

The answer: not fucking easily.

Like right now, you were laid back on your cushy, soft bed, your fingers rolling soft circles onto your clit as you plunged your silicone dildo in and out of your wet and messy channel, your slick and juices leaving a shiny and creamy trail along the length as you twisted and pulled, desperately trying to get that orgasm you wanted. Thankfully you had a towel cushioned beneath you to contain your mess...

Hell, you tried watching porn on your phone, but even that could only get you so fired up. And thus, you were stuck with what your imagination could cook up.

And right now it was a heated image of Miguel leaning over you, whispering filthy things into your ear;

"Ah, so wet and needy, doll? Need my help to work you through it?" He would growl, his teeth just barely grazing the shell of your ear.

"That's it, just tip it up a bit more, thrust it harder--like that. Good girl."

You couldn't help the small moans and breathy gasps that trembled free from your lungs as you felt that wonderful pressure begin to curl your toes.

Your fingers slid down, gathering some of your slick as you imagined Miguel praising you, encouraging what you were doing as you used your wetness to lubricate your fingers so you could do smoother rolls on your little bundle of nerves.

"Good girl." He'd breathe softly, his voice a hair above a whisper as his breath fanned over your cheeks. You could imagine smelling his cologne and aftershave wafting off of him, his natural musk bleeding beneath it all...

"Get yourself nice and wet. Keep going. So close now, muñeca, so close."

You imagined him then, behind your closed eyes, hissing through clenched teeth as he would smack your hand off of your toy, taking the base in his palm before shoving it roughly up into you.

"Need my help, huh? Your little hands not good enough? Fine."

He'd lean back, staring down at you with heavy, lidded eyes as he roughly fucked you with that pale imitation of a real dick; the bulge in his pants straining against the seams in a way you'd swear they would burst.

Miguel would bring a hand back, slicking his messy hair, the sticky gel coming loose from the sweat and heat that was shared in such a small space between you; and he would rip the buttons of his shirt open as he watched you squeak and mewl as your orgasm got closer.

He'd grin down at you, his crooked teeth gleaming like shark teeth on display as he'd twist and thrust the toy up further and further, hitting every spot you needed with every deft curve of his hand.

"And once I'm done, magdalena, I will show you what a real cock can do to that cute little pussy of yours."

You tossed your head back when your imagination spat that line of dialogue out, and moaned wantonly as your orgasm gushed out of you, every muscle in your body tensing and relaxing all at the same time as the euphoria crashed into you like a violent surf.

You just couldn't contain yourself, crying breathily at the mental image:

"Miguel."

You laid there for what felt like forever, breathing, trying to regain from the intense orgasm that made your head and heart pound.

That's when the post-coital clarity began to set in, and you sat up abruptly, covering your mouth in sheer shock at the fact you just called out his name.

Your boss's name.

You looked around, knowing it was stupid, that he couldn't have possibly heard you from elsewhere in the house, but the flush that crept up your body was there all the same.

Equal parts shame and arousal, honestly...

Thankfully, Miguel didn't hear you.

But you were still none the wiser to the cameras above your bed, pointing straight down at you; feeding right to Miguel's office so he could watch you like his own private peep show.

And you were definitely none the wiser about the thick ropes of cum that covered Miguel's fingers, or how his lips curled into a sick smile as he licked his warm spend from his own hand, his face awash in the dim glow from the monitors in front of him.

Yes. You were going to be a fun little project.

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Part 4: Link

[simplyafountainpen]

Upside-Down Tea Parties

{𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼}: Queen's Grandson!Reader x the Phantomhive Estate

{𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷}: Queen Victoria needed a place to send (Y/n) for safe keeping, and much to their chagrin, The Phantomhive Estate is chosen. Can they survive the child's shenanigan's?

{𝓣𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓼}: Found family, chaotic behavior, fluff, small amount of angst, self harm mentioned once(1), Child!Reader, Wonderland themed!Reader, Reader is impiled to be around Ciel's age

{𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓼𝓽}: ❝I absolutely adore all of your writings!! They're just so immaculately written! Could you make a story where the reader is grandson of the Queen, and she sends him to the Phantomhive estate? And, so, Ciel (in addition to Sebastian, Mey-Rin, Finnie, and Baldroy with a part in there) has to look after him. Fluff, and a bit of chaos. X)❞ - Anon

"Dear Lord Phantomhive,

It has come to my attention that my Grandson, Prince (Y/n), is not safe within castle walls. Recently he has been subject to a plethora of attacks on his life, such as poisoning and false guards attempting assassination in the night. I believe it would be in my best interests to send him with a closely trusted confidant, which would be you. You're both rather close in age, you see, and he has long needed someone to confide in. I do hope you understand these circumstances, and I hope that I may ensure his safety with you. Oh what am I saying, naturally he'll be safe with you, my Guard Dog.

When you receive this letter, I expect you to hurry your way to the Royal Palace Immediately. I cannot send him, we have no lesser carriages on hand. So I send for you, Lord Phantomhive.

I am sure you will not let me down.

With much Sincerity and Haste,

Elizabeth R"

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{𝓒𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥}

Ciel was more than pissed. He was a Noble! A detective if anything, and the Queen's GUARD DOG. He was not, in no way shape or form, a babysitter.

And yet, here he sat, in his now cramped-feeling carriage with Her Majesty’s grandson. Just great. Amazing, even.

He glared at the boy in question who leaned casually against the plush seats of the carriage. His stupid dazed and slight smile with painted lips. His clothes, much more expensive then the ones Ciel had on of course, with their many ruffles and lace trimmings and his idiotic, shiny, well kept hair. It was safe to say Ciel hated him.

What's more, he was suspicious of this "(Y/n)" character, especially the personal bag he held beside him. He simply insisted that the bag stayed by him, even nearly biting Sebastian’s wrist when he insisted he place it with the rest of his luggage.

‘How absurd.’ Thought Ciel. He could just barely see the similarities between this child and the Queen. The eye shape and overall disposition, but beyond those two things, nothing.

(Y/n) seemed nothing like his grandmother.

“Are you going to keep staring at me like that, my dear Alice?” Ciel flinched at his words, snapping out of his internal monologue of everything wrong with this (Y/n).

“… What did you just call me?” (Y/n) giggled slowly, lazily, showing off his long, white fangs and sharpened teeth. The back of his throat, when it opened so wide, had bits of gold leaf stuck to the back, perhaps from food or medication?

“Alice, my dear I of course called you Alice! The mousy structure and your curiosity towards my being speak it so, my darling Alice. Even through your one eye I sense an air of mystery surrounding thee, and as such you do not belong, my charming, darling Alice you.” He spoke in a sing-song manner, before leaning close, eyes covered in shadow and lips in a teasing smirk.

“No, you do not belong in this wonderland of ours, do you mine own Alice?” Ciel shivered at his tone, light and airy voice becoming dark and gravelly in a moment. Before he could refute, the carriage stopped and the sound of someone walking filled both boys ears and the door opened, revealing Sebastian.

“Your Majesty, Young Master.” He held a hand out, and (Y/n) gleefully took it, his bag in hand, hopping down the step of the steps while muttering ‘hop, hop’ under his breath, turning around and giving Ciel a large smile. Ciel groaned, ignoring Sebastian’s hand and climbing down himself, trekking up the stairs to his manor, you behind him and Sebastian quickly making his way beside him after retrieving your other, many bags.

Ciel, despite having a demon by his side, refused to believe in any kind of merciful God. But despite this, he found himself nearly praying that everything in the house was in order, having left Finnie, Mey-rin and Baldroy by themselves, against his will. Obviously.

Sebastian opened the door, letting both Ciel and the boy behind him in, said door shutting immediately behind them.

To Ciel’s shock and utter surprise, the floors were polished and everything dusted in the main hall, nothing out of place. No noticeable fires, no screaming, nothing broken on the ground… odd.

“Come, Your Majesty. First Sebastian will show you to your room, then we will meet back in study. Dinner will then be served not long after, around six. Does this please you?" Even if Ciel didn't much like this (Y/n), he had to show repect. He'd rather not the odd boy running home and complaining about Ciel to his grandmother. What a world of trouble that would create.

"Oh more than, dear Alice!" Sebastian looked between him and (Y/n) with a curious glance, "I suppose then I shall see you in but a moment! Come now, mine White Rabbit!" (Y/n) smiled at Sebastian who looked confused at the newfound nickname. Then, without knowing where he was headed, that child began to walk off, humming a song Ciel had never heard before, marching up the stairs and out of sight, Sebastian following close behind with bags in hand.

This was going to be a stressful while.

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{𝓡𝓮𝓰𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓟.𝓞.𝓥}

You marched with a purpose now behind the White Rabbit, humming all the while. Your personal bag hung heavily on your shoulder but you didn't mind, swinging it merrily all the while. You didn't care to acknowledge the strange looks the White Rabbit gave you, only to continue humming. Eventually your humming turned to singing under your breath, which quickly turned to belting the lyrics and dancing, grabbing the White Rabbit by the arms, forcing him to drop you things, and you dropping your held bag, spinning the both of you around in the hall you both currently inhabited.

"Speak roughly to your little boy, and beat him when he sneezes;

He only does it to annoy,

Because he knows it teases! Wow, wow, wow!"

You spun the White Rabbit faster, your natural grin growing much wider than normal, heels clicking quickly across the floor. You could feel his gaze across your skin, confused and intrigued you supposed. Though again, you did not care, and only continued to sing.

"I speak severely to my boy,

I beat him when he sneezes;

For he can thoroughly enjoy

The pepper when he pleases! Wow wow wow!"

Once that last wow left your lips you let out loud, boisterous laughter, tripping over one of your many bags and falling on the floor, your head landing harshly on the wood. The White Rabbit rushed over but you didn't much care, only continuing to laugh. You hands shot to your face to wipe away the tears that had yet to spill down your cheeks.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" You registered his voice but the hilarity of the situation was to much to bear, so you did not respond. Instead you though about how hilarious it was that someone such as yourself, would fall and bump your head. It was silly, almost mocking, as you knew you were not right in the noggin. The bump might've jostled things even further out of place you mused.

Finally you peeked at Mr. Rabbit through your fingers, lazed smile still perched on your lips. You simply reached a hand up, prompting him to pull you up. You quickly wretched you hand away and picked up your bag again, waiting on him to pick up the rest, ignoring his questions. Your heels tapped the floor as you fiddled with the hair on you head, pulling a few strands out from your scalp and staring at them. After a moment, he had finally grabbed all your items with a sigh, continuing to lead you both to what would be your current room.

No more did you hum or sing, taking more interest with the lace on your shirt and the buttons on your pants. Your eyes were dazed, as though you no longer there as you listened to the breathing in the hall. You knew your own breath, slow and calm no matter the situation, but the White Rabbit, your hard-working White Rabbit, no he did not breath. His chest was still, far too still of something that still acquired that thing dubbed "humanity". You began to snicker again, breaking the silence that had fallen over you two, the White Rabbit only glancing at you now.

You both made it to your room, you running over to your bed and flopping down across it, bag falling off your arm and finding it's place on the bed beside you. You rolled across the covers, laughing once more. The White Rabbit only stared as you stopped and sucked in a deep breath, sitting up suddenly and facing him, pointing a finger.

"Oh White Rabbit, how your nose twitches so, dost thou not need to return to your Alice? I am assured that I may be able to place all of mine own belongings in their preferred spots," a giggle erupted from your throat before you continued, "Clothes to the ceiling and shoes in the drawers, undergarments under the bed, makeup in the bath. They whisper to me so. Should you not go you will witness them dancing to made-up songs that only whisper in my head to the beat of the crickets outside and the ants that march through the walls. Again, I believe it in your best interests to return to that darling Alice, or I will take a letter opener to my eye and paint this bed spread red!" Your threat was well laced in cheer and joy, as though you had just said the most wonderous thing in the world.

The White Rabbit's eyes widened if only a fraction of an inch, though that same, laxed expression he had held the whole time remained. He silently nodded, something you giggled at again, then stiffly walked out the door, which he shut behind him. Once the White Rabbit left, your smile dropped as you immediately began to dig through the bag you had carried in yourself until you came across a small spherical container.

Opening the container you found your pills, rolled to perfection and doused in gold leaf. You sighed, seeing you had enough to last more than a few months. Your grandmo- The White Queen usually ordered them in mass so you wouldn't run out for a long while in case of emergency. You took a quick breath and put them back, right next to the caterpillar themed hookah with many different flavored tobaccos - called shisha you mused to yourself - and small water capsules you carried with you everywhere incase you truly felt you needed to relax.

"Hello mister Dormouse." You whispered as a rather large brown mouse creeped out of your bag, nose twitching and huffing at the new air around him, collar of lace with a blue ribbon with a sugar cube charm shaking slightly. You giggled, picking up the still small compared to you mouse and placed him into your pocket. "Tea time is later and naturally I need my Dormouse." He squeaked in agreement.

You closed that bag and hopped up to another, opening it to find the bottom covering in soft grasses, a brown hare staring back at you.

"And you, my March Hare, must also be with me for our future tea time." You grinned, and the March Hare chittered. His collar, which was lace with a yellow ribbon, golden pocket watch attached to the large bow tied in the front. You opened you coat to reveal a few pockets inside, one big enough for the rabbit, which is exactly where you placed him.

"Both of you, still and silent as the night now, understood?" Both seemingly nodded and you smiled, happy to feel both their warmth's against you.

You silently closed the March Hare's bag, wondering over to the bag that held your clothes. Now to find a way to reach the ceiling...

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It was silent as you and the White Rabbit walked down the halls once more, no humming or singing from you. You knew your pupils were enlarged and you were swaying, however, your body ready for your needed drugs, to which one was slipped into the pocket opposite of the Dormouse. However, you eventually got tired of walking so you rushed up to the White Rabbit, pulling on his tail coat.

"Yes, Your Majesty?" He asked, turning to face you. You looked down, embarrassed, before lifting your arms and making a grabbing motion. "Would you like me too... pick you up?" He then questioned.

"...Piggy back ride please..." You muttered, still looking down. The White Rabbit stared for a moment, making your embarrassment grow, until he chuckled. Your head raced up, about to speak, before he pulled you up, grabbing under your thighs to make sure you were secure.

"Is this comfortable, Your Majesty?" You nodded, pushing your head into his shirt as the White Rabbit then took you to meet Alice in his study. Silence filled the hall again, minus the footsteps of the White Rabbit. You could get used to this. Usually the cards at your own home didn't like picking you up much, complaining that you were old enough to walk by yourself or that as the Prince you should be better and blah blah blah...

... You liked the White Rabbit. He was nice.

And you noted he said nothing when you nuzzled further into his neck.

The door to the study creaked open, Alice sitting behind his desk working on paperwork. You never much liked paperwork, preferring to read stories over it, making your usual butler mad. Alice looked up and promptly took note of you being on the White Rabbit's back.

You whined when he began to put you down but allowed him to anyway, rubbing at your eyes for but a moment before racing over to the front of Alice's desk.

"What are you working on, my dear Alice?" He grunted, making eye contact with you for only a moment before looking back down at the work, pen gliding gracefully across the papers.

"Simply looking over some reports, Your Majesty." He replied, now glaring at some of the work. "Reports for what?" You question, Alice sucked through his teeth, now looking annoyed, but he calmed himself before responding.

"My company." "And what would that be?" You could tell he was quickly losing his patience with you but continued to keep his cool, admirable in your eyes. You had overheard from staff that you could be quite annoying.

"The Fumtom Corporation. More specifically, these reports are from the toy branch and-" "YOU SELL TOYS!?!" Your absolute surprise and joy caught the two men off guard, especially when you slammed you hands down on Alice's desk and began to jump with palms still firmly placed on the mahogany surface of the desk, each leap going higher and higher into the air, until you were practically doing a handstand on Alice's desk. You steadied yourself on your hands, still looking on in wonder at Alice. The White Rabbit had appeared behind you - to catch you if you fell, you supposed - but you held steady, instead walking on your hands to Alice.

Once you were both practically face you face, your amazed face broke out into the widest grin seen yet, and you ensured all of your amazingly sharp teeth were on display.

"Oh tell me, dear Alice, yes please tell me: What amazingly wondrous toys does this Corporation of yours create? What wonders do you give the children on the streets to brighten up their days and mayhaps even brighten up their weeks? What joyous little bundles do you leave within their arms to warm up their tiny spirits and light up their eyes, to send them into the embrace of hope and lighten up their lives? Oh please my Alice, leave me not in suspense! Tell me now, oh tell me please!" As you spoke, you leaned and walked closer until both your noses were practically touching, eyes meeting his extremely confused and perhaps even frightened one with your own filled with nothing but joy and euphoria.

"We... make make stuffed animals, most notably a white rabbit named Bitter Rabbit," you giggled and the White Rabbit snuffed out a sigh, "toy trains, planes, various board games, card games, dolls and doll houses, and much more." Your smile somehow grew as your legs began to lean forward, Alice stifling a sound of fear and Mr. Rabbit rushing to the side of the desk to catch you, till your feet landed on the top of Alice's chair and you flipped up, now standing on edge of the back of chair.

You turned to face the same way Alice did and leaned plus crouched down till your head was next to Alice's.

"How joyous this is, my darling Alice. As I am here, may I ask for some toys? I quite enjoy them, as you may be able to see if one takes the venture to mine room within the White Castle and find my rather impressive collection. One made of many years simple loneliness. I would like you to be the first to see it, and it is quite extensive, I might add. More than anything though, I would adore adding your toys to my collection-" before you could continue on your sudden rant, the doors to the study opened up, revealing a smaller girl with red hair and some of the thickest-yet-most-flimsy looking glasses you have ever seen in your live.

"Five of spades..." You muttered, all of your attention off Alice now, though you did notice how tension seemed to leave his shoulders as you stood back up on the back of his chair.

"U-uhm... dinner is ready, Master Ciel. A-AND YOUR MAJESTY!!-" With a squeak, the card quickly exited the room, igniting yet another smile across your face.

"A hunt has begun! Let us make haste men, grab your guns and hounds and let us be off! Away with us, away!!" As you shouted, you leapt off the back of the chair, landing on an empty part of Alice's desk, then jumped off the desk and ran off into the hall, hollering and whooping all the while. You cared not to look back and see if Alice and the White Rabbit were following behind, rushing after the card who only seemed to squeak louder and run faster.

You dared not overrun her, for if you did the odds of you missing the dinning room were high, seeing as that was where she most likely would be running to, it was fresh on the mind after all. But run too slow and you would surely lose her in these winding halls. So you paced yourself, making sure you didn't employ the same tactics you may have used at home, such as leaping over other servants or furniture, or running and jumping across the walls.

You threw your hands in the air, whooping once more as you hurried, the card turned another corner and into a room, and upon entering this room, you came across a table with a beautiful spread, not caring if a few items were lightly burnt. You awed at the table, completely forgetting about the Five of Spades that ran into a door off of the room.

You were stagnate as Alice and the White Rabbit entered the room. Slowly you turned to them, sharp teeth fully on display. With another sharp turn, you skipped down to the head of the table, and took the seat that would usually be Alice's, or so you assumed anyway.

"Let us play a game. I will pretend to be Alice during this meal so graciously prepared in what I can only assume to be my name, and Alice pretend to be me!! My White Rabbit, come to me! Or should I call thee, Sebastian?" Your voice voice was condescending and patronizing, your grin turning more into a smirk as you crossed you legs. The duo looked at each other and you could tell Alice was getting tired of your games, but once more, due to your staggering lineage, he was forced to obey.

"Fine, Your Majesty-" Ah ah ah! I am no longer "Your Majesty"! I am Ciel Phantomhive, earl of the Phantomhive name, The Queen's Guard dog and master of the Funtom Corporation. YOU, are now "His Majesty”, dear (Y/n)." Your sudden slipping into the role genuinely impressed them, judging by their slightly widened eyes. You hand raised and you snapped, grin washing off your face as an expression far to similar to Alice's crossed over your eyes.

"Sebastian, did I not call for you?" You voice lowered, becoming more serious and bold. You pointed to you side and stiffly did the White Rabbit come. You coughed into your fist to get his attention, looking up at him with one of your eyes closed.

"Thank you, if you would begin serving us..?" The White Rabbit nodded and started piling plates, while you turned back to Alice. "And how has this day been so far, Your Majesty? I am assured that everything was too your liking?" You clasped your hands and leaned onto the table, not flinching at the plate set before you.

"It.. was fine... Alice?" He was confused, which was fair, but at the very least Alice was playing along, which was much better then what your were expecting of him. Though, you had to continue to play your part, and as such, you smirked.

"Wonderful to hear. Now, after dinner I've planned-" You were cut off by a scream, similar to that of the squeak the Five of Spades made as she ran. Glancing back at the door she entered, you made a noise of amazement as said Five of Spades ran out of the room, the bottom of her dress on fire. Following her was the Seven of Spades and the Two of Spades, the Seven holding a flamethrower and the Two holding a bucket of water.

The game was long forgotten in your mind as you jumped up and laughed at the scene, chair clattering behind you as you raised your hands to clap. Alice also stood, though an expression akin to rage crossed his face, but before he could call the White Rabbit, the Five of Spades tripped, and the Seven flew over her onto the table with the flamethrower igniting. The tablecloth caught fire and burst into flame. The Two of Spades dropped his bucket and grabbed the Seven with one hand, pulling him off. His other hand was occupied by his straw hat, fanning the flames and making them higher.

Instead of running or screaming or any other reaction you knew would've been natural, you screamed in glee at the chaos, closing your coat so the flames wouldn't lick your or the March Hare's skin and fur. You laughed gayly and loudly, your amusement overshadowing every other scream and shout through the room. That excitement was quickly snuffed, however, when the White Rabbit grabbed the bucket the Two of Spades had forgotten and threw it at the fire, calming the flames if only by a little. Though, he took that chance and lifted the large tablecloth with now charred food, rushing it behind that door they kept running behind. You rushed behind him, your own safety at the back of your mind, bursting through the half-closed door to watch him shove the cloth and food into a full sink, plates and utensils be dammed.

"MEY-RIN! BALDROY!! FINNIE!! WHAT WAS THAT?!?" It seemed that Alice had finally snapped. You glanced at the White Rabbit who stared back at you with a blank expression, until you giggled and skipped out the room.

Entering the room, the three cards were on their knees as Alice all but shouted at them, spewing insults and otherwise, emphasizing the fact that something of that caliber should not have happened in front of you. You chuckled, and Alice's head whipped back to you in shock. You continued to skip over, moving past Alice to the cards.

"Now now, don't listen to this mean old Alice, I personally think it was a whirlwind of fun!" Alice sputtered behind you but you shushed her quickly and continued. "He may wish for punishment but I say bring us more merriment! Which of you cooked that would-have-been wonderful feast?" The Seven of Spades meekly raised a hand, cigarette nearly falling from his trembling lips.

"Well, my fair fellow, how would you say you do in the world of sugary confectionaries?" He looked confused for a moment, until the Two of Spades nudged him, causing him to cough and respond quickly.

"I'd say fair, s-sir? YOUR MAJESTY- I mean-" You nodded and pushed a hand to your chin, smiling.

"Then, my fair Seven of Spades, how fast do you think you could get us a couple batches of cookies and tarts? Perhaps even some small cakes or cakes of the cup variety?" The blond nodded with a now thoughtful expression.

"We have some cookies and cakes in the back including of the... uhm... cup? Variety?? But in terms of tarts... that'd take at least an hour... unless I sped things up with my flamethrower!" As if timed, a piece of the card's hair set back alight, the cards beside him slapped their heads as Alice geared up to start screaming again, then you interrupted with even more joyous laughter.

"Good, good! Then be off, fair fellow! My fair Seven of Spades be off, I will come with you in this endeavor and we will create the best tarts this accursed world has ever seen! Let us make haste, my glorious card! Come, come!" You pulled on his sleeve and dragged him away leaving behind an incredulous looking Alice and two very confused cards.

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The others looked at you as if you were God. Not one thing on the trays were burnt, and neither were you nor the Seven of Spades. No one was able to ask any questions as you helped set the table back up, setting down treats, treats, and more treats. You then helped move tea pots and cups all across the table, though there were multiple sets placed down, each was of different color and some you could tell Alice began to realize he didn't own.

"Uhm... Y-Your Majesty? Not to be rude or speak out of turn or anything like that but uhm... why do you have so many tea sets?" You turned to look at the Five of Spades, who was sweating behind her glasses. You ginned, and chuckled, before pressing a hand to your chest.

"Why my dear, darling Five of Spades, it's to play my absolute favorite game of course! I'll explain the rules when all the cups have been filled!" You danced around the table, filling each cup with tea from different teapots, even if the cup didn't match the pot. You placed different sweets all around as well scattering them in a random pattern that made no sense to those next to you.

Finally you stopped, staring at your hard work. You were more than excited to finally start the game. Picking up a teacup, you swapped it for another, then another, then another and another and another. You switched tea cups around at a rapid pace, not one ending up in its previous position. You began to laugh once more, the laughter bubbling up through your throat and echoing through the hall as you ran around the table with tea cups balancing on you shoulders and head, placing them down. You began to hum again, the White Rabbit straitening up behind you with tension in his shoulders, Alice and the cards looking at him curiously. And just as in the hall with the White Rabbit, you began to sing.

"I sent a message to the fish: I told them "This is what I wish."

The little fishes of the sea They sent an answer back to me.

The little fishes' answer was "We cannot do it, sir, because—"

I sent to them again to say "It will be better to obey."

The fishes answered, with a grin, "Why, what a temper you are in!"

I told them once, I told them twice: They would not listen to advice.

I took a kettle large and new, Fit for the deed I had to do.

My heart went hop, my heart went thump; I filled the kettle at the pump.

Then some one came to me, and said, "The little fishes are in bed."

I said to him, I said it plain, "Then you must wake them up again."

I said it very loud and clear; I went and shouted in his ear.

But he was very stiff and proud; He said, "You needn't shout so loud!"

And he was very proud and stiff; He said, "I'd go and wake them, if—"

I took a corkscrew from the shelf: I went to wake them up myself.

And when I found the door was locked, I pulled and pushed, and kicked and knocked.

And when I found the door was shut, I tried to turn the handle, but—"

You abruptly stopped singing when you reached the head of the table once more, your eyes creased from the wide smile on your face. Your mirth even transferred to the cards. You yanked the chair from its spot, standing on it and pulling a teacup and spoon up with you, uncaring of anything that spilled over the rim.

"Here this, my loyal subjects, as I announce the game of the evening! We will be playing such a game that includes all of you! So, take a seat at this fine table, I implore you!" Your voice was strong and steady, everyone taking a seat as soon as you commanded it. Your grin grew wider, then you cleared your throat and continued. "We will partake in a game where each of you will have thirty seconds to drink from a tea cup and guess what kind of tea you have drank, each one you get correct, you receive a point! To whomever has the most points at the conclusion of this most esteemed game, will win! Any questions?" A hand was raised, that hand belonging to the blond Two of Spades.

"Err... how will we know who got a guess right?" You nodded at the question, it was fair, you supposed.

"Well, my dear Two of Spades, I know what tea is in each of these darling cups as I was the one to pour them! And what a horrid game master I would be if I should not remember?" You giggled gleefully while the group stared at the thirty-plus cups on the table and you with confusion. You sat back down and grabbed a strawberry tart, shoving a mouthful in and humming at the taste.

"Are we ready to begin?" You spoke through the mouthful, Alice cringing. You cleared your throat once more before gasping. "Oh I nearly forgot!" You cried as you reached into an outer pocket and an inner pocket on your coat, pulling the March Hare and Dormouse from their hiding spots.

Your playmates looked flabbergasted at the sudden appearance of your companions, both of which were already making their rounds, sampling some treats and teas. Before a single complaint could be made, you waved them off with that continuous smile of yours. You took another tart and scarfed it down in milliseconds, coughing a bit, then looking back up. With a happy grunt you lifted three fingers and silently started counting down. Once all three fingers were down, the game begun.

You watched with bated breath as everyone started aggressively sipping their teas and trying to throw out answers as quickly as possible, compared to your leisurely pace and slow stirring when it wasn't sweet enough. Moreover, you watched as they jumped when the March Hare started doing his job and swapped tea cups around and refilled them with tea. You noted every answer and every new batch of tea with keen eyes, humming to yourself as time passed. You didn't say a word either, when the March Hare pushed a tea cup to Alice and instead of tea, the boy found a sleeping Dormouse. Though, he didn't find him by looking into the cup, oh no. He found the poor thing when he went to take a sip, not paying attention because he was glaring at the White Rabbit. The Two of Spades was doing horribly, only guessing one right and you were one-hundred-percent sure it was by pure luck and chance, which made you snort tea out your nose and hacking up chocked laughs. The Five and Seven of Spades were doing alright over all, but that White Hare was getting all of them right. He tried to miss one on purpose but you heard him mutter the teas correct name under his breath. Why he'd want to lose was beyond you but it would be a good laugh.

But Alice... poor sweet Alice... no he was doing fine. You were winning for obvious reason, Alice and the White Hare tied hand-in-hand. And finally, the unofficial time you had placed came to an end.

Without warning, you threw your teacup into the air mid sip, watching as it came crashing down onto the floor. Everyone jumped - minus you, the March Hare, and the Dormouse - and quickly turned to you, who only stood.

"The game has finished my friends, and the ranking - that of which will be read from worst to best - is as follows: Two of Spades in sixth, Seven of Spades in fifth, Five of Spades in fourth, Alice in third, The White Rabbit in second, and, naturally, Your Royal Highness in first!" You - once more - didn't care to see their faces as you named the results, simply standing still with your wide grin on your face, till you felt a small nudge on your hand. The Dormouse lightly patted you hand and motioned to your pocket. You tilted your head, not paying attention to the others whom had began to speak.

"Do you wish to be in my pocket again?" You suddenly spoke out, heads turning back to you. The Dormouse shook his head, pawing at your pocket with more concern now, the March Hare joining him in pawing at your pocket. Curious now, you shoved a hand into the pocket, pulling a small pill, still covered in gold leaf, out.

Your eyes widened and you gasped, you had completely forgotten about your medication! Quickly searching the table, you grabbed a piece of chocolate cake and a random cup of tea - you didn't care any longer which teas were in which cups - and took a bite and long gulp, shoving the pill in with the mixture in your mouth.

You could feel their gazes burning into you as you swallowed the impromptu concoction. You looked back at your companions who now seemed even happier, the March Hare even beginning to preform binkies in the air. You giggled and clapped at the sight of the tricks, only coming back to reality when someone coughed. It had been Alice.

“Your Majesty, if I may be as so bold as to ask, what was that pill you just took for?” You could tell by his tone that he knew exactly what it was, but wanted you to confirm it. You hummed, sticking a hand out onto the table and allowing the Dormouse to clamber onto your shoulders, then picking up the March Hare and running fingers through his fur. After a moment of consideration, you sighed, all traces of merriment and happiness dropping from your face in an instant, everyone flinching at the sudden change.

“Well, my dear, questioning Alice, ‘tis a pill I am made to take with every meal I eat. A pill, my grandmother says, that will lessen these “wild thoughts” of mine that run rampant through the cage that is my mind. A pill that will turn my splendor and pleasure into harsh work ethic that I can use so I may one day hold title to the crown, a pill that takes that marvelous Wonderland that has so carved its way into my very being and crushes it till it’s nothing but the faintest voice at the back of my head, whispering sweet nothings or wildness and adventure. A pill that will make the cards of the White Castle stop laughing at me behind my back, a pill that will make the doctors quit telling her that I am no good, better off in the looney-bin.”

You paused to take a breath, letting go of the March Hare as you noted you were squeezing him rather than carding fingers through his hair. You barely noticed your breathing got heavy, acutely aware of the Dormouse on your shoulders, you shuddered. A tense smile over took your face, much more strained compared to every other smile of the night, your teeth, sharp and shark-like, were on full display.

“Do you know, my poor traumatized Alice,” you hear him scoff but quickly shushed him with a loud ‘shhh’, finger flying across your chapped lips in a shushing motion - when did your lips get chapped?, “Have you ever been to an asylum? Where they poke and prod at you like some kind of animal? Like something to study, to better understand? With their to-small-scalpels and to-large-stethoscopes. With drugs with names to long and complicated you could never hope to pronounce and those awful awful jackets of a tarp-like material, though much to stretchy-yet-scratchy to be tarp, with their terrible shiny buckles and fresh smelling leather straps? Or perhaps even those god forsaken bits that jam in your mouth, uncaring if your lips begin to bleed, to make sure you can’t scream or cry for help and plead for forgiveness. Forgiveness when they throw you to the floor or lock you in a room by yourself because you were moving to much or didn’t take your medication. Have you, my darling-yet-daring, calm-yet-wild, collected-yet-crazy, close yet oh so far Alice? Could you ever understand?!?”

You didn’t know when your voice raised an octave or when tears threatened your eyes but you quickly wiped them away, uncaring of the makeup now slathering your sleeve. Your teeth clenched as tears finally welled up in your eyes and began to flood your cheeks, breath growing harsher and harsher. The world seemed so far away, the table you were supposed to be standing at was so big, the chair behind you so small. Your sleeves fell over your hands as you hiccupped, rubbing aggressively at you eyes, irritating your skin until it became a bright red. Someone, you could not see who, gripped your arm to try and wretch it back, but you only screamed and scratched at the arm that grabbed at you, scooting away and curling in on yourself.

You hadn't meant to spill that much. You knew you were like that of a tea pot with a leak, constantly spilling parts of yourself to the world without meaning too. But to blow up like that was not on your agenda for the day, oh no it wasn't. And now you were paying the price for it, whining and whimpering into your knees as you sat on the floor. You rocked back and forth, sobbing silently as memories of your short time in "that place" flew to the backs of your eyelids, but before anymore could fill any space in your head, the softness of a duvet landed over your body. The Dormouse squeaked and you immediately reached back on your shoulders and took him into your palms. You pressed your face into his small body, letting arms wrap around you and lift you up bridal style, snuggling into the sudden warmth of the duvet combined with body heat. Next to the Dormouse, the March Hare appeared in you lap. You head lay on the persons chest as the light of the dining room faded into the distance, as did your consciousness.

Vaguely, you could hear voices of Alice and the White Rabbit mixing with spinning rooms and the small bugs swimming in your eyes. The softness of your bed met you back carefully and your just laid there, half there and not, medication flowing through your veins and “calming” your nerves.

"Master, what shall we do?" "I don't think there is much we can do. Neither of us have experience in calming down Royalty, after all." "Neither of us have tried." "Do you have any ideas, Sebastian?" "..." "As I thought. This is a delicate situation. I believe it best if we leave-"

Before he could say it, your arm shot out and grabbed Alice's sleeve, evidently startling the two.

"My bag, the one I carried in. Would you please grab it for me." You whispered, and the White Rabbit hummed, walking over to the chair you haphazardly threw it on. You sat up as he came back, Alice watching curiously. You snatched the bag from his grip and threw it on the bed, both the Dormouse and March Hare looking on in what you could assume to be animalistic worry. You gipped a small capsule of water and some mint flavored shisha in one hand, the actual hookah in the other.

Taking them out, you didn't look up at the two, beginning to set up for a very quick session. Though, before you could pour the water into it's chamber, someone lightly grabbed at your sleeve. Your lips were still pulled taught, no smile in sight as you looked up at Alice through sweat slicked hair, who was showing the most emotion you had seen on him all day. Concern. You would've chuckled at that, if not for your mood taking the dip it did.

"There's no need for that." He said faintly. You looked back down at the hookah and sighed, dropping the contraption and water and shisha back onto the bed, not bothering to clean it up. After which you looked back up at the duo, fake concern on the White Rabbit's face and real concern on Alice's.

"You are far to young to be engaging in smoking of any kind." You snorted and turned you head, snuggling deeper into the duvet still miraculously wrapped around your form. Alice's expression deepened. He seemed to hesitate, but eventually sat at the on the side of the bed beside you, albeit on the very edge but still, he sat next to you.

"Is there something you wish to talk about?" You shook your head no, taking the March Hare into your arms once more. Alice stared, before standing and walking to the door. He looked to the White Rabbit and gestured him to follow, both leaving the room soon there after. When they left you almost started crying again, softly sniffling to yourself. You tried to pick up the hookah again now that hey had abandoned you, but the Dormouse stopped you with a paw, shaking his head. And so, you wallowed, comparing Alice to all the other cards of the White Castle and how they'd barely give you a passing glance anymore, whispering their lies about your person and spreading those harsh rumors about your mental stability. You just wanted the damn floor to open up and swallow you whole.

Just as you were about to fall asleep the door opened again, revealing Alice, the White Rabbit, and the three cards. A tea cart was pushed in by the Seven of Spades with cakes and teas across it's silver surface, and the White Rabbit held his hands behind his back. Alice walked up to you and held a hand out, helping you to sit at the edge of your bed, the duvet still covering you. Each person in the room took a cup and one was handed to you, the White Rabbit clearing his throat. He then began to sing.

"A very merry unbirthday to me."

He stared at you and you sung back in a whisper, voice scrathcy.

"To who?"

and he responded in kind, both of you singing.

"To me!"

"Oh you!"

"A very merry unbirthday to you!"

"Who, me?"

"Yes, you!"

"Oh, me!"

"Let's all congratulate us

With another cup of tea

A very merry unbirthday to me!"

And you a clinked your cups together once the White Rabbit finished his verse. You giggled softly as you sipped the lukewarm tea and watched the facial expressions of the others as they took in the flavors of the tea they sipped, some liking theirs and some obviously not.

Finally, the White Rabbit and Alice walked up to you, hands shifting behind the taller's back, before something was handed to you. That something being a little white rabbit with a large green bow, a card and teacup charm attached, dressed in a wonderlandiful rendition of your current outfit. You stared at the small toy, and began to cry. You could clearly hear the cries of shock and worry as the fat drops of water left your eyes, but it was quickly silenced by the laughter bubbling in your throat. It grew in size, your shoulders shaking as you held the rabbit close to your chest, before you jumped up and grabbed the White Rabbit and Alice in your arms, all three of you falling to the floor. Your arms wrapped securely around their midsections.

"Thank you," you started, "Thank you so very much, my friends."

You continued to laugh, the laughter catching on with everyone else in the room, including your Alice, whose chuckles did not go unnoticed by you.

More laughter filled your room until everyone was laughing and halls of the Phantomhive manor, that of which is usually silent and cool, filled with a warm feeling of hope towards your uncertain future.

You could see this place becoming home.

{𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓮𝓼}: This is a little longer than usual. I may have went a little insane with the “chaos” part of the ask. I hope it is to your liking.

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hey umm ane fandom have this bc I actually folded to rins cuteness 😔👉👈 mephisto did a magic trick and the twins are 18yo here 🪄 established relationship, rin x reader.

A seemingly peaceful day has come around again.

A well-deserved, peaceful day, if you will - after the battle with Satan, a night full of sleep made Rin’s blood flow with a lot more vigor.

That’s why currently you’re straddling your boyfriend’s hips and watching him do absolutely nothing, but laying down with an arm over his eyes.

Rin’s chest gently rises and lowers, his other hand firmly holding you by the waist; for many, it’s boring. But for both of you, it’s finally, finally boring, instead of something happening yet again.

But doing all that nothing makes you act up on your intrusive thoughts - one of which being assaulting Rin in the best way possible.

You take Rin’s hand off your waist and intertwine it with yours, but he doesn’t say anything or moves an inch - he only begins to tightly hold your hand in his, smiling a little bit to himself. His tail swishes once in a while on the side of the bed, tickling your shins once it brushes against it.

In attempt to remove the arm draped over his face, you press a tiny kiss on the exposed part of his skin; still, the half-demon doesn’t budge, but lets out a happy whine, or at least that’s what you assume it is. He gives your hand an affectionate squeeze, but nothing beyond it.

That’s it - that’s when you’re no longer patient and begin your attack.

You take his arm off his face and again intertwine it, but Rin only furrows his brows and yelps at the sudden sun light gracing his eyes. While he moans agonizingly at the sudden intrusion, you kiss his eyelids gently, then his forehead, and the tip of his nose.

“Aww, look at you, practically glued to my face,” Rin tilts his head on the pillow as he opens his eyes and pulls you closer by your connected hands, lips smiling so much they show his massive teeth ever so slightly.

“So what if I am? Should’ve kicked Satan’a ass sooner, loser!”

You knew the topic was still heavy - Rin’s head was still going through the lives that have been lost - but he seemed to have cope a bit better with humor.

“Ha?! No way! I’m not a loser, if anything, you’re a loser if you’re still dating me!” He exclaimed proudly, smirking at you and blowing a nasty raspberry on your interlaced hand.

“Oh shut up, you brat!”

“But we’re the same a—”

Rin’s sentence was quickly cut off by your lips peppering kisses everywhere on his face - his cheeks, forehead, ears, the corners of his mouth, even the nubbins of his developing horns - meanwhile his tail attempts to stop you and wraps around your waist, failing miserably. Rin’s giggles and pleadings to slow down and stop filled the room, but you only kept going - at this point Rin’s gently wrestling with you to get you away from his face.

You knew he could just flip you on your back like a bag of potatoes and get on top. He also knew that - but he finds your tries to keep him in place way too adorable to actually do that.

“Alright, alright, fine, I surrender!” Rin admits while still laughing, his fangs on display and slightly making your head spin from the… rather unholy activities, effectively distracting you in the process. After a short while of rest for both of you, your face hovers over his own for the final time, looking in his beautiful, sapphire eyes and wiping the happy tears from his eyes.

Rin’s the one to close the distance between you by pulling your chin and connecting your lips in a soft kiss, then moving his hand to cup your cheek and caressing it with his thumb.

“Ew.”

Too bad none of you heard the doors open.

Yukio looks at you two with a grimace on his face, sparing himself from the scene in front of him and quickly diverting his gaze to the bag he’s holding. Rin and you pull away in the meantime, the older twin giving the younger a dirty look and an eye roll.

“Have you heard about knocking, dumbass?”

“I did knock, Rin. Maybe if you weren’t that busy making out in the broad daylight, you would notice, dumbass.”

“Makin— what?! We weren’t doing anything, four eyes!”

Yukio only raises a brow and looks at you, then at Rin, and then back at you.

“Surely.”

“For real! I promise! Ugh, just admit you’re jealous, damn,” Rin speaks the end of his sentence way quieter and pouts adorably, the pink dusting his cheeks making you laugh.

It’s good to have Rin back.

“I heard that!”

It’s good to have Rin and Yukio back.

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could I please request some rin okumura x reader dating hcs (fluff ofc) ???

love your writing<333

a/n: thank you <3 also loved this request!! I love Rin an embarassing amount is not even funny anymore lmao

Rin Okumura Dating HCS

Dating rin would be such a wild ride, in the best way possible

He will be so loyal and overprotective, im not crying –jokes i am, i need him so bad

His confession will be sudden (see canon for reference s4 lmao) followed by a moment of silence before he runs off embarrassed and you have to probably chase after him 

He is a bubble of sunshine. He sees you? Done. He is happy. In a way he is like an orange cat

Can be a bit clingy but mostly for how he was raised. Still, he went through so much and he just needs someone by his side to truly understand him. To be there for him when he needs to, like he would do for them. To understand where his need of “clinginess” comes from but especially to see him for Rin and just Rin

We see in the show how he is so caring towards his friends and despite his awkwardness and bluntness, he will not hesitate to be there for his friends. From making them food, to just being there as support

Sure, he might not give the best advices, but he loves you so dearly that somehow the advice despite being rather questionable it works out it in the end lmao

On the matter of cooking… he will make so many things :’) from trying new recipes for you to try and rate them. To bake your favs on anniversaries or special occasions… yeah, husband material right here

Not to mention his protectiveness? Which is not overbearing, it’s just the right amount. He trusts you and he knows you trust him back. And in the chance you're an exorcist too, most likely, during fights his eyes will always look out for you

I can imagine his tail subtly wrapping more and more around you as the relationship grows.

During the friendship stage, it lingers close. Maybe it will wrap around your hand or wrist a few times when he is seeking out touch but doesn’t wanna be too obvious about it

First stage of the relationship, it will grow a bit bolder, wrapping around you longer

Only to reach a long term relationship where his tail is almost constantly around your waist or holding to you subtly, especially in public and crowded areas 

Which, on the matter of the tail, you’re the only one allowed to touch it. From the base, which is an extension of his spine– thus extremely sensitive, to caress the length of it. Also, his pointy ears or fangs, just in general if you’re dating him expect him to be all over you lol 

He is such a cuddle bug. Has to be touching you in some way. Quality time and acts of service are important to him but physical contact beats them all

HE BITES. Affectionately. I feel, you know when you see a cute dog or cat and get cuteness aggression? That happens to him and he will randomly bite gently on your shoulder or arm, sometimes your neck.. With the excuse of leaving a hickie too 

He is so gentle i am not even joking. I can imagine falling asleep together and he will look at you with such soft eyes, his fingers gently caressing your hair and face, letting his slightly pointer nails scratch in a massage way, your scalp. He is so on love it’s not even funny. He is truly in dreamland by just looking at you 

Him being flustered. One month, two years or ten, doesn’t matter. He will always be flustered by you. Especially if you flirt with him or praise him? Yeah, he is gone gone

Dates at the arcade, manga bars and trying out new small restaurants together

I can see him travelling around the world with his s/o. He is such a curious being. One of my favourite scene of his (let’s forget though the way he was treated during it) was when he and the group went to Kyoto for the first time to fight the impure king. He was so giddy at the thought of seeing the kyoto tower  

He is just such a pure guy, despite what he went through and his ancestry. His heart is so big with so much love to give. He will be the type to randomly give you kiss attacks just because 

A bit angsty, I know, but I truly think when the relationship is getting serious serious he will go to Shiro’s grave to tell him about you. In a way, it’s like he is there listening, to give his approval to Rin as he tells him everything about you two 

Overall, dating him is such an experience. Sure, there might be some ups and downs, but you know you will always have him by your side. To grow and learn together, to share stories and silly kisses. Dating Rin means dating your best friend. You two are lovers and partners in crime. Two side of the same coin. 

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[the-travelling-witch]

as promised, the outline for the halloween fic i didn’t write haha

pairing: suna rintarou x gn! reader (though i really considered marius von hagen as well >///<)

warnings: nsfw/ minors dni; incubus! suna, somnophilia, allusion to oral, wet dreams, dub con

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♡ 𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐮𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐚 …

… who you meet while you’re out and about.

It was an accident, really. You didn’t watch where you were going for a second and immediately bumped into someone. Luckily, that someone manages to steady you by your shoulders before you can stumble.

There’s an amused grin on his handsome and for a few seconds you can’t do much but stare into his stunning olive eyes, captivated without noticing the mischievous glint lighting them up.

“Woah there,” he laughs, his voice smooth and melodic, and it’s a good thing his warm hands are still on you, otherwise your knees might’ve buckled at the sound. “Must be my lucky day today when someone as pretty as you falls for me.”

You profoundly apologise but he just shrugs it off, assuring you he could’ve watched his step too. Too soon for your liking, he lets go of your arms and you part ways with no way to contact each other again and your heart is just a little heavier because of it.

But, much to your joy, you run into him again at a crowded coffee store, searching for a seat when a familiar figure waves you over. You can’t help but grin as you chat the afternoon away, fingers brushing against each other occasionally, before exchanging numbers as well. Seeing the name flash across your screen when he asks if you arrived home safely, butterflies start flapping their wings in your stomach.

Suna Rintarou

It’s a name that leaves your lips as you stuff your hands down your pants that night, your mind clouded with images of him above you, underneath you and behind you, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is the thought of what his fingers would feel like, if he’d tease you and edge you or if he’d stuff you impatiently just to ruin you that way.

This cycle of running into him and consequently ruining another pair of underwear repeated over the next weeks and drove you to near insanity. And if you didn’t react to his flirtatious remarks yourself, Suna would show up in your dreams, leaving you to wake up needy with a throb between your legs.

Just when you think you can’t take it anymore, your dreams that night turn far more sinful than the ones you had before. Your skin feels feverish as you gasp the name of the man above you, whose hands bruise the fat of your thighs as he settles in between them. The grin he flashes you as he pulls your hips flush with his prominent bulge makes his fangs gleam in the moonlight.

Wait… his fangs?

“Good morning, sleeping beauty,” he chuckles darkly as his sharp claws dimple and dig into your flesh. Inky horns curve from his dark hair as he leans down to nip at your throat, leathery wings stretching out behind him. His voice is low and raspy as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Did you have sweet dreams?”

“Suna, what—“ you try to shake your haziness only for it to be replaced by a different kind of fog when his lips slot against yours. They’re just as soft as you thought they’d be and you instinctively melt back against your pillow. However, there’s a taste of something else there…

“You’re delicious, wouldn’t you agree? Worth the wait I had to endure,” he whispers and it draws your attention from the tail flicking over your cheek back to where you are most sensitive, noticing the sheer amount of arousal coating you. Did he-?

“Quite the heavy sleeper, are you?” He laughs at the look of realisation flashing through your eyes. One of his hands gathers your wrist above your head, leaving you defenceless as the fingers of his other hand travel down your body; caressing the side of your face, the dip of your throat, brushing over one of your nipples. “Not that I mind. You make such sweet sounds when I play with you, even if you’re asleep.”

“Rin,” you whimper the nickname you’d secretly given him when you feel his strong thighs press against yours harder. Faintly, you wonder where his clothes went but the thought is just as quickly tossed away again when you feel the heat of his dick rub against you.

“Mhm, that’s it. Keep saying my name like that,” he groans, sharp teeth nipping against your shoulder and throat and he lines himself up, “especially when I’ll make you cum and stuff you full over and over again.

“And it’s going to feel so much better than any of the dreams I’ve given you so far.”

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[starless-nightz]

Officially writing for The Poppy War

[ahoymistah3arty]

Locker rooms (drabble)

Featuring: Shidou Ryusei x reader

Warnings: suggestive/fluff, pda, swearing, lowkey crack, Shidou, stupid.

Notes - I LOVEEEE HIMMM, I love them unfiltered and unhinged. (Haven’t written in ages on my main but hopefully you enjoy this!)

“Ryusei, are you sure thats it’s okay for me to go in there?” You asked hesitant, although you still let him string you forwards by your interwoven hands.

“Trust me ‘s more than okay sweetcheeks.” He told you ushering you into the untouched locker room with such impeccable speed. You were practically tripping over yourself due to the forcefulness of his almost magnetic pull but Ryusei had been to excited to notice. “Besides who fuckin’ cares anyway.”

“I do and are you sure this is your bench I’m pretty sure that says it-.”

Ryusei sat down, spreading his legs apart till he was comfortable as a cheshire grin overcame his face unintentionally leading him to bare his fangs. “Yeah yeah whatever,” he waves you off, “stop using that pretty head of yours and come here.”

He reaches for your hand and pulls you closer towards him till you stand in between his legs, then he slowly slides his hand out of yours and places them on your hips instead, pulling you to sit down on his lap.

You sigh but make yourself comfortable on his lap, “I’m being serious Ryu, I know what you’re like- are you even listening to me?” You ask, although your sentence was slightly incomprehensible at the end as Shidou decided to squish your cheeks so your lips were in that kissable plump pout he likes.

He understood it anyway having done this so often. “Nah, but keep scolding me, makes me fee-!”

“Oh my gosh shut up.” Impulsively you clamped your hand on his mouth fearing what atrocity would come out of his mouth next however you found yourself instantly regretting that decision when you felt teeth lightly nip the flesh of your hand.

You removed your hand muttering, “you have a biting problem.”

He lifted your hand to his mouth, pressing a kiss to the side, “you know you like it.” He told you smugly.

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

“Do too.”

“Do not.”

Shidou scoffed and looked at you in disbelief about your attitude, “y’know you call me immature but you are actually so fuckin Immatu- do not no take backs.”

He felt your hand connect with the back of his head before he saw it, tipping it forward.

You saw his tongue roll in his cheek as his lips formed a half smirk, “don’t start something you can’t handle baby.” He chuckled.

Knowing how he’d take things ten times further you decided to just apologise since you couldn’t be bothered to deal with his antics, but being a nuisance he emphasised how that wouldn’t suffice.

“Hmm, gimmie a kiss ‘nd I’ll forgive you.”

“Are you being for real?”

“Yeah I am so pucker up.”

You rolled your eyes and pressed your lips to his yet the cheeky bastard took it a step further and bit your lip forcing you to open your mouth so he could slip his tongue inside.

He groaned dramatically as he kissed you, pulling you further into him till you were meshed against him as his hand trailed it’s way downwards from your waist to thumb at the ends of your shirt, wanting more than promised.

Unfortunately for him, he had ran out of luck.

“…”

“Get off of my fucking bench you freak.”

Ah, of course some wetwipe (rin) had to ruin it.

[prettyboykatsuki]

Alpha Bachira…. Fang you just unleashed something terrible inside of me (/pos) do you have anymore a/b/o bllk thots?

mostly a lot of dynamics i really like for bllk a/b/o au that im more than willing 2 discuss... some favorites include.

alpha rin x beta reader aka rin constantly losing his fucking mind around you all the time and you being. absolutely lost about it. also you taking care of him through his rut which makes the situation looking very confusing to outsides bc u treat him a little bit like a sad puppy

beta sae x omega reader .... think of this one so much. omega reader who sae respects as an equal and doesn't really get as an omega being caught up in their heat and having a Breakdown about it. a Moment where he wonders if he's really a beta bc he knows only alphas are this worked up before it clicks it's the sight of you that makes him like that....

omega passing bachira who is actually an alpha x omega reader my beloved.......... so beloved...... bachira who makes reader feels so safe so comfy they're besties forever but then they get a little tipsy and reader kisses bachira and woah he's really good at that and woah he's hung and definitely not an omega like he thoughs.

omega shidou x alpha reader but like inverse dynamics because the idea of shidou purposefully seeking you out during your rut makes me unbearably insane.

beta isagi x alpha reader ... this one is self indulgent idc but thats life... the beauty of it... its something about beta isagi being covered in scent and completely oblivious while reader is sweet and lets him feel very in charge hfffhgfd. no one bothers telling him either <3 clueless idiot beta isagi <3

i think chigiri has the most traditional alpha / omega dynamics!!!! but he's very pretty so people always assume he's an omega. they learn v quickly. barou is the most traditionally alpha alpha but he's the very Safe / Protector type bc his little sisters are omegas and he hates creeps. in this specific au he also doesnt like bachira hehdjfjksdk. and i think kunigami is a beta!! for the main group.

nagi is an alpha (hates it and finds it bothersome af) and reo is an omega (and a desperate one. bless his spirit.)

tw oliver aiku is an alpha and it does absolutely what you'd expect to his sleazebag tendency but specifically that he has the one in a million fated pair thing and it's actually the worse situation for everyone involved!!!!!! his mate is an omega that's independent. they hate each other and are fated to be together. its awful !

[pagesfromthevoid]

Glitch | k.h. | 2

Kakashi Hatake x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: Angst, flashback

Author’s Notes: If you’re not picking up on it, this series is more interconnected moments that reader and Kakashi share. They’re not necessarily in any specific order, nor do they really need to be read together to make sense. The idea is that, as Kakashi and her go through life, they seem to find themselves back together.

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Five Years Following Rin's Death

The rain poured relentlessly, an unending torrent that seemed to wash away the world's sins. Each droplet that landed on Kakashi's skin felt like a cleansing judgment, as if nature itself condemned him for the choices he had made. He knelt by Rin's grave, the cold moisture seeping through his clothes, chilling him to the bone. No amount of rain would wash away his sins; no downpour could cleanse the stain of blood from his past. The moniker of “Friend Killer Kakashi” echoed in his mind, a reminder of the darkest moment in his life. But as the rain fell upon him, he didn't mind the discomfort. It was a fitting reflection of the storm raging within him, the tempest of guilt and sorrow that had been his constant companion since that fateful day five years ago.

With trembling fingers, he traced the etched characters on the cold stone marker. Each stroke was an act of penance, a silent prayer to a friend he had failed to protect. His touch was gentle, as if he could somehow impart warmth and life to the lifeless stone. The rain-slicked surface mirrored his own tear-streaked face, and for a brief, fleeting moment, he hoped to find some solace or answer in the weathered engravings.

As he knelt there, lost in his thoughts and the steady patter of raindrops, Kakashi's solitude was interrupted by the soft sound of footsteps. The earth squelched beneath the weight of approaching shoes, and the footsteps drew nearer with a sense of purpose that Kakashi hadn't expected. He didn't bother to turn around; his heart had grown heavy with the weight of mourners who had come and gone, offering their silent condolences to the departed. Their condolences couldn't change the past, couldn't bring Rin back.

Yet, this time was different. The footsteps were unhurried but determined, and they carried with them an unspoken empathy that Kakashi couldn't ignore. They were not the hesitant shuffles of the curious or the obligatory trudges of those paying their respects. These steps held a purpose, a quiet strength that piqued his curiosity. Kakashi remained still, his wet hair clinging to his forehead, his eye hidden behind his headband. Glancing over his shoulder, he caught a glimpse of a young girl walking the path to the memorial stone.

Her footsteps were steady, each precise step cutting through the torrential downpour as if she were determined to defy the very elements themselves. Her black leather boots sank slightly into the soft mud, leaving behind impressions that spoke of her unwavering commitment to her cause. The rain, falling in thick, heavy sheets, did nothing to deter her.

Her observant eyes caught sight of Kakashi from a distance, hunched over by Rin's grave. His silhouette, obscured by the curtain of rain, was a figure lost in the relentless downpour. As she drew closer, her heart ached at the sight of his isolation. While she and Kakashi had not interacted in the time since she became a shinobi, she knew about him; it was hard for people to not know about him. The Copy Ninja; the friend killer; the son of the White Fang. Kakashi was known for many things at such a young age –of course she knew about him. 

But seeing him there, drenched to the bone, paying respects to those he supposedly killed –broke her heart for him. From observation alone, she knew that Kakashi Hatake was not the cold hearted ninja that the village made him out to be. With the rain that had drenched him, his silver hair plastered to his forehead, his clothes clinging to him, he was nothing more than a teenager with so much loss surrounding him. He seemed oblivious to the world around him, lost in a realm of memories and regrets. 

Without a word, she continued her deliberate approach. She moved with a grace that belied her youth, her movements fluid and purposeful. Her gloved hand held the bright pink umbrella high –her mother’s favorite one, because of how happy it was –its canopy a stark contrast against the bleakness of the storm. Raindrops danced upon the fabric like shimmering diamonds, a stark juxtaposition to the solemnity of the cemetery.

When she finally stood beside Kakashi, she extended the umbrella, its surface glistening with droplets, forming a protective barrier between him and the relentless rain. The canopy's edge barely brushed against her shoulder, as she positioned herself to ensure he received the most shelter. In that moment, without a single word passing between them, she offered solace to a grieving soul, bridging the chasm of loneliness that had haunted Kakashi since Rin's death.

Kakashi finally looked up, his single visible eye meeting her warm, understanding gaze. Raindrops clung to his lashes, each one a testament to the tempest within him. He couldn't help but feel unworthy of her kindness, of the simple act of shelter she offered, as if the very heavens wept for his redemption. His usually pristine silver hair was now a disheveled, tangled mess, plastered to his forehead and cheeks by the rain that refused to let up. The mask that veiled his emotions was soaked and clung to his skin like a second skin; she wondered if he felt like he was drowning with how wet it was against his cheeks and nose.

For the first time in years, someone had seen past his stoic façade; someone had reached out to him without expecting anything in return. Kakashi's hands trembled at this unexpected act of kindness, clenched in his lap as he considered how to react to her. It was a fragile moment of vulnerability, a crack in the armor he had meticulously built over the years. He wanted to say something, to tell her to leave –go away, and leave him to mourn. But when he caught her eye as he looked up at her properly, she offered him a soft smile and Kakashi couldn’t bring himself to push her off.

“You’ll catch your death out here,” she murmured, stepping slightly closer so that she was also shielded by her umbrella. 

Kakashi simply shrugged, returning his gaze back to the memorial stone.

She hummed some, trying not to be put off by his lack of response. “I came to visit my mother’s grave,” she explained, even though he hadn’t asked. “She loved the rain; I try to visit her when the clouds roll in.”

“I don’t care.”

“I know you don’t,” she immediately replied, refusing to let him push her around. “But I think Kushina-sensei would be mad if I didn’t try to help her husband’s student.”

Kakashi looked back up at her, his single visible eye narrowing in a moment of realization. Raindrops clung to his eyelashes like crystal tears, mirroring the storm of memories that swept through his mind. It suddenly struck him why he knew the young woman who stood above him; Minato-sensei had introduced his team to Kushina-sensei’s team shortly after Kakashi had become a jonin. It had been one of those rare occasions when they decided to step away from their duties as ninja and celebrate, if only briefly. Kushina had just become the leader of her own team, a group of enthusiastic genin who were brimming with excitement about their future as ninja. Kakashi had, at the time, brushed off the whole ordeal, finding it all tedious and unnecessary.

What he’d give for those times back.

Hesitating for a moment, Kakashi sighed, his breath misting in the chilly rain, and then pushed himself up from the ground. He towered over her now, the height difference accentuated by the uneven terrain beneath them. Instead of flinching back or shrinking away at his sudden closeness, she simply stood her ground, her gaze unwavering as she met his eye. 

Kakashi finally spoke, his voice soft but laced with gratitude when he said her name. “It’s been a while since I last saw you. You’re taller.”

She looked aside, as if she was thinking back to their first meeting. Raindrops clung to her eyelashes, and her hair was now a dark, wet curtain framing her face. “I suppose I can’t stay the size of an eleven-year-old forever.”

“No, I don’t suppose you can,” Kakashi replied with a faint hint of a smile behind his mask before it disappeared. She looked rather proud of herself for eliciting the reaction.

Silence fell between them as the rain continued to fall around them, each raindrop tracing a delicate path down from the heavens. Finally, Kakashi took the umbrella from her, his gloved fingers brushing against hers in a fleeting touch, before he held it between them. She looked up at him curiously, her brow raised in a silent question. With a nod towards the path that led away from the cemetery, Kakashi began to walk back towards the village. The umbrella shielded them both from the relentless rain, its canopy forming a cocoon of temporary respite. The rain drummed softly on the fabric, creating a soothing background melody to their footsteps.

She didn't hesitate to follow, quickening her pace to keep up with him. The rain-soaked earth squelched beneath their feet, and the world around them seemed to blur as they walked. In that shared moment under the umbrella, amidst the storm and the memories, Kakashi and her found a connection that offered a glimmer of hope in their otherwise somber lives.

They didn’t know it, but this sudden breakdown in Kakashi’s system –this glitch in his self-loathing –was only the first in many for the two.

[vandal-flower]

Pick One of Us or Both of Us

Sae x Reader x Rin

Drabble Event (More Details)

Main Thoughts: Vampire Au and "Pick one of us."

You never understood how the Itoshi brothers could argue.

One minute Rin is about bite off Sae's arm, the next minute they're both quietly insulting each other. It honestly worried you sometimes.

Sure, they are siblings so they are bound to argue with each other. But they are also vampires. What if Rin actually decides to end Sae's life?

It wasn't out of the ordinary that vampires would kill each other, but still, these brothers were strong enough to break a brick wall with just their bare hands.

The only way for them to 'agree' on something, or 'settle' their little petty disputes is when you come into the equation.

How they always manage to keep you on your toes.

You become stuck in an Itoshi brother sandwich, you being the filling, and having to try and calm both brothers down. One time Sae had you seated on his lap, his fangs tingling the nape of your neck, all while staring at the stunned younger brother of his.

Another time Rin would pick you up and leave with him every time he saw Sae. Sae would be so irritated at his brother's antics. What even worse is that lick your neck and poke his tongue out to Sae!

Honestly do they really plan to fluster you to death?!

In the end both brothers still manage to tolerate each other in their own respective ways.

Until...

You overheard both of them talking about you.

"As the eldest, it's only right if I have (Name)."

"As if you could ever have them, I would treat them better than you."

They quickly noticed you by the door, before you could run away, Rin took a hold of your shoulder to make you look directly at the two.

"(Name) choose which one of us you want."

"Do make it quick."

You have to choose one of them.

But they never said you can't choose both of them.

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