#imagine if we didn't put their surnames together

[singingboysdontcry]

byler is one of the prettiest ship names ever

[vilnmelling]

The Matthews-Goldstein-Lipschitz-McNeils

While I make some more alignment charts, voilà, here's my rendition of the Jon Matteson family tree!

Gary and Paul are brothers, and they have an older sister who my sister and I definitely didn't name after Jon himself. There's quite a big age difference between the siblings, with twelve years between Joan and Paul (Gary's somewhere undecided between there).

I've seen many people headcanon Gary as Richie and Trevor's dad, but I just canNOT see that man raising children. Plus, the surnames don't match up. Speaking of surnames, though, Gary changed his on his own accord, purely for his lawyer brand. "Gary Matthews" just didn't have the right ring to it.

Joan has three sons: Trevor, Richard ("Richie") and Daniel. Trevor and Richie are twins (Trevor is eleven minutes older, I don't make the rules). Paul used to be saddled with babysitting the trio, and as a result, he's very close with his nephews, even now that they don't need babysitting anymore. He's especially close with Richie. BONUS: Trevor is the reason Paul had to see Godspell at the rec center. Trev was in it, and he also thought it was awful (in a fun way).

Since Black Friday tells us two of Linda's sons aren't Gerald's, and Lauren has confirmed that Linda and Gary have had at least one affair, we put two and two together and now Gary's the biological father of Trent and Seaton. (Seaton was picked at random, and Trent being Gary's child was just obvious). Whether or not Gary knows this is up to interpretation. It's possible Linda's the only one who knows.

Wallace McNeil and Boy Jerry are brothers and the cousins of Joan, Gary and Paul. Wallace got the f*ck out of Hatchetfield the moment he had the possibility to. Girl Jeri converted Boy Jerry into such deep Christianity, but then he took it further than she ever had.

Due to Lauren confirming Linda and Gary's affair/s (whether it was a joke or not, I take that as canon now), Roman Murray and the Monroe family aren't a part of this family in any official, legitimate way (*cough* looking at you, Gary and his illegitimate children *cough*).

For reasons I hope are obvious, Wiggly isn't included either.

Now just imagine the family gatherings. Summer barbecues, where Trevor takes every opportunity to reference the Barbecue Monologues. Christmas celebrations that Boy Jerry is specifically asked not to show up to. He shows up anyway — even the time they didn't tell him at whose house they were celebrating. Birthday parties where no one has any idea what to buy the birthday person. What does Paul get Trevor the theater kid? What would Boy Jerry get Richie the anime nerd? What does anyone get Paul the Normal Man?

[orchideous-nox]

Yap about Pandora!!!!

I WILL YAP ABOUT PANDORA THANK YOU

I just love her so much, I think she's often thrown away as some whimsical fairy girl lost in daydreams but there is a lot of darkness there. People who hc Pandora as a Rosier sometimes forget that she was raised by the same family who raised Evan. Even if you bring it down to nature vs nurture they were raised in the same environment. While Evan may have had a harsher exposure to some things because he's a boy, they have the same parents and same extended family so until they went to Hogwarts they would have similar understanding and views of the world.

Her bedroom at home is filled with jars of things for her experiments, ingredients and objects she has found interesting and wants to explore magical properties. She's very proud of her insect collection and takes great care of properly pinning them to best display them because they're so precious and delicate to her.

Her two stick insects are called Hyacinthus and Hylas (to the people who know those names without googling them, I love you) and she likes to take them out of their little enclosure and watch them move and climb over her things. She has been known to take them to class and put them on the desk in front of her. At first the Skittles hated them (except Evan) but soon they got used to them just being there chilling, though Regulus still frowns at them if they come near him.

I think Pandora and Barty became friends because they are both Ravenclaws and he saw the weird and unnerving side of here and was like "that one, she's my friend now" and she introduced him to Evan who is even weirder and he was like 🤤...but this post isn't about them.

Pandora and Xenophilius are one of the canon couples that I am just so invested in. They're both Ravenclaws and I imagine Xeno instantly had a crush on Pandora but she took a little while to reciprocate. They're that couple that got together in the middle of their time at Hogwarts and stuck together since, they've just been together forever it feels like.

He loves listening to her talk about her experiments because she's so intelligent and passionate and enthusiastic. She loves how gentle he is, how pure his soul is and that he sees so much good and hope in the world despite the terrible things going on.

They eloped and didn't tell anyone until after. Xeno is a disgraced Malfoy looking to cut the last ties to his estranged family and Pandora has lost all hope at saving her relationship with Evan when he joins the DEs with Barty and Regulus, especially after he died and the other two fell deeper into it. They take on a new surname - Lovegood - and distance themselves from it all in their little house over the hill from the Weasleys where Xeno and Luna still live years after she dies. We know that Luna had painted picture of her friends on the ceiling, I think she did this because Pandora had done the same with her friends.

[justrainandcoffee]

Trust

RxJ Masterlist

Summary: James has problems at work and opens his heart to her, telling Rose about his father. After three weeks, Rose has the answers she had been waiting for. But they're worse than she imagined. || The new feelings for the other start to overwhelm them. "What are we?"

Warnings: Mentions of domestic abuse, physical violence but also fluff.

Words: 1.1K. || Prequel to this fic.

According to their words, they were just friends. Friends that have been lying with for the last three weeks and friends that spent every free moment they had together. From walking hand in hand in the park to share a coffee when the rain didn't allow them to be outside.

Slowly they started to know eachother quite well. And that's why, James tried to say to himself, he called her when that particular day that was quite hard for him.

But it wasn't until later that day that she could go to his apartment and see him.

Now, both of them were sitting in bed and she was trying to understand what happened.

"They fired you!?"

"I don't know. They didn't fired me. No. Technically they just suspended me for two weeks. But, I don't know, honestly, I don't know. If I lose my job…- I have bills to pay, the rent! I don't have other choice, Rose, I… I should've control myself, but I couldn't."

All James said to her in the morning was that he had a photoshoot to do but ended bad when he beat up a man.

"It's not like suddenly I became violent, Róisín, I'm not like that. But," he stopped for a moment to look at her. "he was mistreating his kid. That fucking bastard was really close to hit the boy. And I wasn't going to allow it."

"It's not your fault, James. They suspended you for helping a kid?"

"It's the friend of our head department. I bet he invented some story… I saw my brothers and me in that kid. Yes, I did. You asked me once what the marks on my back were. Well, they're a reminder that I have a son of a bitch as father."

The first time she saw the lines on his back it was the morning after the first time together. Long marks decorating his white skin like a map. Barely visible, unless you were closed to him like she was in that moment. That day, she didn't dare to ask how it happened but she did it the following days. More moved by curiosity than other reasons, but he preferred not to answer and she respected that.

"Shit, James, I'm sorry." Rose hugged him and he rested his head on her. "Your brothers were victims, too?"

"Yes. The three of us. But as soon as Jared turned 18, he did everything he could to become Jay's legal guardian. And he did it! Imagine how horrible the situation was that a judge thought that a 14 year old boy was safer with another teenager that his parents. So that day, Jared picked up his things, our brother and they left the house to never return. Jared basically left his dreams aside to work and take care of him. He did great. This year Jay finishes school, so Jared can finally start to focus on himself. He deserves it."

"Sounds like he's the best big brother you could ask for. And you? Weren't you a minor when that happened too?"

"Yes, but I was 17, had a part time job and my father didn't dare to put a hand on me anymore, although he continued yelling things. When Jay finally left the house, I moved with them to the house that belonged to our uncle. His son, our cousin, left it to Jared but a year and a half later I moved here. They still live there."

"Fuck, James. And I thought that my father abandoning my mother while pregnant with my youngest brother was a lot. And what about your mother? Did she…?"

"My mother deserves her own theatre play, darling. Because if you think my father is crazy, you need to know about her."

"You use her surname."

"She never hit me, Róisín. Sometimes you're forced to choose the least worst option."

"That's unfair, you don't deserve it and your brothers either. I'm really sorry," Rose said caressing his face. "And what happened to you today, isn't fair either."

"Maybe two weeks away from work is what I need. Even if they don't pay me. I think I'm going to go to Dublin to see them. Jay's birthday is coming, too, so it's a good opportunity."

"Yes! That's a great idea, Jamie!" she exclaimed and her cheerful energy made him smile "I bet you need to see them and it'll be good for you."

In a single motion, he picked her up and both ended lying on the mattress. The kiss that followed was passionate enough to make them want more, but the mood wasn't the best for him in that moment and she didn't push him.

"What are we, Rose?" he asked as he put a hair string behind her ear.

"I don't know, but you always can count on me."

"Will you be waiting for me when I came back in some days?"

"I will, silly. Look, you didn't leave and I already miss you," she said and he couldn't help but kiss her again.

James would remember that moment days later when his brother Jared tell him that he's in love with Rose. Because it was in that moment when he realised that there was something else with the English girl. When it was about his father, James always avoided the subject. It was easier to pretend that never happened, yet, that day he only thought about her when the incident happened. He trusted her and that wasn't frequent for him.

"Stay," he asked, wrapping his arms around her.

"I'm planning to stay all the time you need me. Do you want me to order food now or…?"

"Later," he mumbled against her.

"Later, then." She closed her eyes, feeling his breathing caressing her neck. Her heart and mind were racing.

James wasn't the first man she frequented, but he was the first one she really wanted to be with. Spend time with. She liked James… maybe even more than that.

He slid his hand under her shirt caressing her sides.

"Thanks, Róisín."

"No need to thank me, Jamie. That's what friends do, don't they? And we're friends."

The sun was setting down and his bedroom was almost dark. She didn't see when he opened his eyes, still hugging her.

Friendship was a beautiful word to describe what he felt for Sarah. Or some of his other colleagues. But when it was about her… James moved in bed knowing it was a bit more complex. Or maybe that day he felt vulnerable and was thinking things that weren't. Of course she was his friend but one with whom he could do other things. James breathed deeply and kissed her temple before sitting in bed, resting his back on the header.

"Yes, we are," he said half smiling. "You know? I think I'll accept the food now."

"Good. Nothing that some pizzas can't do for your soul. My treat. Do you still want me to stay afterwards?"

"I want you to never leave."

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[sundered-souls]

FFXIVwrite2024 #9

Prompt: Lend an ear

Words: 783 Rating: G Characters: Emhih'a, Inge (WoL) Characters (mentioned): Hanae, Thancred, Griveroix, Foulques Warning: none Reading order: ideally after my previous entries since it's the direct continuation, but it's understandable on its own

"I hope I'm not bothering you. - Not at all! I'm cooking. - Enjoying your retirement?"

Inge snorted.

"Hardly. I'm on a rescue mission."

Well, that hadn't taken long.

"Already? You've just come back from the end of the universe... - Griveroix and Foulques are missing. - Oh. Any idea of what happened? - Not really. The squadron came back a fortnight ago; they were supposed to follow suit after checking on something but no one's heard of them since. But since the squadron talked of an unholy monster they saw flying above the Western part of the Shroud shortly before their return, I imagine they ended up face to face with it."

His blood ran cold. A Blasphemy. Emhih'a perked at the edge of his seat, almost standing up as if to help—needlessly, as Inge was a few thousand malms away from Sharlayan.

"You don't think they... - No. They assured me both of them were in a good state of mind, it'd take more for them to transform nowadays. Besides, with Meteion stopped, it shouldn't happen anymore. - Thanks the Twelve. - Indeed."

Thunder.

Not on his side, though. Emhih'a looked at the sky through his office's window. Cloudy, with just a touch of snow falling gently on the wet cobblestone. Were their friends also facing the same weather as the Viera? He didn't doubt their ability to face off a blasphemy—although they did not often came to help the Warriors of Light, they were both fierce fighters in their own right. But still...

"I'm sure they're fine, the Viera assured him as if reading his mind. In all likelihood, they're lost in some newly discovered ruins and Griveroix will whine about it for years to come once they're back."

The Miqo'te couldn't help but laugh at the remark.

"I doubt you called me to know whether I was on a mission or in my lab, though. What's the matter? - Uh... I... Well, I need your opinion. - I'm all ears. - As you know there are several factions in Garlemald, some less likely than others to work with the Contingent. The leader of one of them, an ex-Imperial soldier turned Sky Pirate, contacted me personally to ask for my help setting up a greenhouse for the survivors. I imagine something more akin to a miniature Labyrinthos, given the cold climate of Garlemald. - I'm not sure I'm seeing the problem here. You seemed to think the Contingent was a good idea. - I did! And I still do. She doesn't, though, and she made her opinion quite clear when Lucia and Maxima sent an ambassador to make an alliance with her. - Hm... - She also requested me specifically. - Well, your thesis does make you a suitable candidate. - She mentioned it, yes. She also insisted on the good work we did together. - Ah. Hostage situation, then? - That's what I'm afraid off. I just can't quite see what she'd want. From what Maxima told me, she's not lacking in resources and seems happy to just ignore them. It just... I don't know, it just rubs me wrong. - Emhih'a Litka has a fan and doesn't know how to deal with it. A first! - Ha ha. Very funny. - I thought so, too! Hey, I heard that! she protested after he swore under his breath. Look, I can ask Thancred to look into the matter if you'd like. - Isn't he busy? - Or I can ask Tataru to put me in contact with some of the Scions, if you'd prefer. I'm sure Riol and Alianne will adore the cold. What's her name? - Hanae Corvus."

Thunder. And a long, long silence.

"Inge? - Do you really want to go?"

He took a handful of seconds to think about it.

"Yeah. They could really use a greenhouse. - Then I'll ask Thancred to look into it. Be careful, you hear me? - Do you know her? - I... Maybe. I'm not sure. If she's the one I'm thinking about... Well, she was just a young teen when we last met and she wore another surname then. Maybe it's nothing. Just... Just promise me to be careful. - I will. And I know how to defend myself, you know that. - I do, I do. My apologies. I wasn't expecting to hear this name after all this time. - Do you want to talk about it? - I'd rather not, no. Can you buy Thancred some time? You haven't answered yet, have you? - Not yet, no. I can tell her I'll be there in a moon. It's not unreasonable, I have work to finish here anyways. - Perfect. I'll tell him to call you when he has anything. If it's bad, well... - Then I won't go. - Thank you." She sighed. "Take care, Emhih'a. - You, too. Oh and let me know when you've found them. - I will."

[ddostoyevskyy]

The Runaway Bride

Kamisato Ayato

Note: Can't believe I'm writing for another fandom again. Anyway, this man is my old main. I'm using my OC's surname (from my BSD fic) as Y/N's surname, just in reference of their origin. Typical arrange marriage trope.... with a twist. He fell first, and fell harder.

Warnings: idk how to label this - angst to comfort or comfort to angst? SEXUAL CONTENT — READ AT YOUR OWN RISK (unprotected sex, hate sex? idk, reader is a lil’ rough with Ayato, biting, overstimulation, edging, size kink, it started rough but it ended soft), afab!reader, enemies to lovers — to enemies (?), Ayato’s pining and an oblivious yet love-starved reader, graphic violence, child abuse, family issues, heavy implied incest (not from reader and Ayato), blood, descriptive murder, victim-blaming, manipulation, self-blaming, self-harming, I DO NOT RECOMMEND ANY OF THESE WARNINGS, THIS IS PURELY FICTIONAL, ANY SCENES ARE PURE IMAGINATION.

11.2K words

Part 1, Part 2 (?)

MASTERLIST

"Smile now, my daughter," Father had whispered in your ears with a huge smile on his face, eyeing your whole appearance in the mirror as you shifted and fidget your hands together in discomfort. Wearing a white, long sleeve dress made with the finest silk and your hair tied up in a bun, creating a sharp look on your fluttering eyes. His hands are on your shoulders while he whispers sweet nothings on your ear as you stood in front of the mirror, gradually staring intently on the clear reflection. "They've known my daughter because of her warm smile. We don't want to disappoint the visitors if they ever saw you frowning like that, right?"

You tried your best to smile that doesn't even reached your eyes, though, your father had praised you for showing him his favorite smile of yours and praising you for being a good daughter, you winced when he's finally gone to prepare, almost dropping on your knees for the pressure as you huff, both in annoyance and discomfort.

Being a perfect daughter is difficult —especially, when you can't act fine and proper anymore. All of these stupid acts and conservative etiquettes has you trying to break free from its chains. Too many do's and dont's, the perks of being a noble daughter from an old-fashioned family is exhausting.

You don't even like the silk cloth, nor to smile in front of people. You don't like the way your chest is exposed in the dress your father made you wore, nor the heavy make up planted on your face — you look like a whole different person in the mirror, almost not recognizing yourself.

You shakily sighed before calling your assistant — a young man with a fancy hat. He's been with you since you were little and up until now, he stayed loyal to you — and not to your father.

"Yes, My Lady? Do you need anything?" His face is hidden under his hat politely, a gentleman, a young man you would proudly say that you raised from your woman perspectives and feminist. He's dressed in a nice suit with a long, white coat that you eyed as you clicked your fingers before walking towards him.

"You know the drill. Hand me your coat, gentleman." You replied as he obliged, buttoning open his coat as he handed it to you. You thanked him as you turn around to put the coat on yourself, seeing how it perfectly wrapped around your body, covering most the important part you wanted to cover. You stayed it draped over your shoulders, buttoning it close only to where your chest needs to be covered. The color of the coat fits perfectly with the color of your dress.

"That looks good on you, My Lady -" You glance up to him on the mirror and he realized his words, halting as he cleared his throat, "Everything looks good on you, My Lady. Perhaps, you didn't talk the compliment back, so, you are really the person who raised me as I am. Lady Y/N."

He emphasized your name as you finally met his eyes — dark purple and glimmering under the chandelier of the room. You eyed him before raising an eyebrow in agreement. He took of his hat before putting it on top of your head — a signature he always did whenever it was you - the other Y/N — will appear in this kind of situation. Despite of the similarities, he can totally see the differences between.

Between you and your twin.

Despite of your older twin being exactly just the same as you, he could tell the difference after knowing you for a lifetime. Your older twin has the same love of fashion with what you wore, she also held a wide and warm smile to everyone and she always have a mischievous personality you sometimes despised. She has a carefree personality and a warm embrace that you've always feel after the end of the day.

While you, on the other hand, is the complete opposite. You took liking of reading — a scholar in Sumeru Akademiya despite living a fancy life in Schenezaya. Despite of that, both of you have the same taste in music - she had taken a liking of playing the piano and you playing the violin and collaborate with one another. Both of you found the comfort to each other despite being the exact opposite.

"Lower your voice, Mister Fancy Hat." He grunted at the nickname, but he can't hide the small smile that forms on his lips. You glance at him again, taking the opportunity to appreciate his beauty on the mirror. He looks dashing on a suit — which you can only see if both of you are not in Sumeru. His usual clothes are traditional, he's the General of Sumeru after all — an electro vision. His white, long hair is tied up in a high ponytail, making his lavender eyes sharp as ever, his dark skin makes it the complete perfection.

"You can always call me Cyno, My Lady. Now, we are running out of time. Let's go to the camel, shall we?" He offered you his arm and you raised an eyebrow while accepting his offer — wrapping your hand on his arm as he guide you out of the room.

"Isn't it appropriate to let a Lady ride with such an absurd transportation?" You challenged as you stared at him.

"Then, do you want me to fly you in the wind, then?" He spouts back with the same challenging tone and you finally break with a smile — a genuine smile this time.

"How annoying." You mumble, squeezing his arm in a playful manner and you gradually feel a little relieved and content now as you stood by Cyno's side, constantly brushing your shoulder on him to let him know that you're comfortable enough now. This is one of your mannerism that he discovered later on. Perhaps, it is the way the General would make you feel comfortable — by engaging you in a sarcastic conversation and he made sure not to engage you in one of his jokes anymore after you sent him a knife that luckily didn't hit him intentionally after he made a lame joke when you're not in the mood.

Despite being born and raised in a different worlds, it's not hard to get along with him, despite being both an introvert and silent personalities. He's making sure to read the atmosphere around you and he'd known you and your twin better than your father did. He understood the struggles of changing places and adjusting to another scenarios again. Despite that, he respected both siblings and had taken care of both of you — it's like, he's the older brother you both couldn't have.

"My Lady, you know why we're departing to Inazuma, right? I hope, you are aware of what will happen." He muttered and you hummed, every steps you make on the stairs is getting heavier at the thought. After you and your older twin had arrived at a coming of age, your father had been constantly visiting some mansions and families with you tagging along and introducing you to the families' son. Now that your father had invited you again, your older twin decided to switch places so you could experience the outside for a while.

Whenever you are in the mansion, it was you who's present. And, whenever you are suppose to be outdoors, your older twin is the one in presence.

"Yes, I completely understood why we're arriving at Inazuma. But, Cyno," You called out his name as you squeeze his arm in process before you glance at him, "Do my sister, perhaps, know someone from the said city? I don't want to appear clueless now and Sister never told me anything after she came home from Inazuma." You finished as Cyno guided you through the caravan. You hopped inside with his help — his hands find your waist to hoist you up as you stepped on the edge before you sat down inside, few people had offered their greetings and safe for the travel as you genuinely smiled at them.

Cyno followed shortly as he closed the door of the caravan and spoke, "Yes. As the matter of fact, a certain noble family from Inazuma had tried to put ties between your family. They are well known and wealthy, but after a sudden death of the wife's head of the family after your father and the other Lady had visited their respected estate, they immediately cut ties and took blame of the Barouqe clan, as result."

You nodded and hummed. It has been a while after your sister had visited the city Inazuma and you've been curious about what really happened. As far as you know, the wife is already suffering from a disease.... that you've seen in the book and you have an actual idea of the cure. If only, you were the one who tag along with your father before, no other clan would put a burden on your family's name in Inazuma.

"I see." You shortly answered before the door on your caravan swung open and your head shifted into the direction, seeing none other than your older twin in flesh as your eyes slightly widened before hoisting her up as you look outside the caravan, on the process. Thankfully, there are no one around anymore and her face is covered with a silk cloth.

"Sister, you are coming with us?"

"Yes. Father already decided to come back and visit Inazuma again." She removed the covet on her head as she closes the door's caravan, the horse started to move as you sighed.

"You two are not planning to do something reckless, are you not?" She looks at you with those same eyes - a hint of glint and a mischievous smile - something you always see whenever she's plotting and teasing. As much as you adored her, you hated her at the same time as how she's so troublemaker. Despite having the exact appearance, she's mischievous and playful — it's like a whole new side of you whenever you look st her.

"Come on, younger sister! Just imagine this as the game we always play when we were little kids! Remember?" She reminded you, her gloved hands skimming to raise your dress up to expose your thighs and your body stiffened — realizing that you are not the only on inside the caravan — Cyno is here too. "But, this time, we are playing like this with the Head of the clan."

Her lips are dangerously close to your ear as she whispered, sending shivers down to your body and a goosebumps appear on your thighs — that your sister immediately notice and she giggled. You didn't like the idea she said, nor the way her hand has been caressing your skin and biting the lobe of your ear. The disgusting feeling had been bubbling up on your throat.

"I think, that's enough, Lady." Cyno's hand had grasp her to stop her from touching you and almost distinctively, you put a hand on his arm to signal him that's enough, knowing how Cyno's grip can be forceful at times. Your older twin pouted.

"You're no fun, Cyno!" She huffed, "Come on, little Y/N. This will serve as a revenge for ruining our name in Inazuma, no? We won't murder anyone, okay? We just need to be a little more scandalous — yes, scandalous in an elegant way!" She has her arms wrapped around you again as she put her chin on your shoulder, giving your neck a peck as you sighed.

"Who are we gonna p-play with?" You asked, voice cracking. You don't really like that term for it.

"My Lady." Cyno warned you, violet eyes dimmed as he stares at you intently. You gave him a force smile as he look away, jaw clenching as he scoffed and shake his head in disapproval.

"Finally! The Yashiro Commisioner, Head of the Kamisato clan — Kamisato Ayato."

Your mind had strucked a familiarity of the name as you've heard — the Kamisato clan. The infamous clan that runs the Inazuma for years and their high social status had been kept even after the wife of the Head of the clan deceased. You were curious about them as you've seen their name on a list where your family's name also included.

You felt a sudden strike of anxiousness when you arrived at the Inazuma. Despite, departing safely and no avail, you felt like there's a whole disaster that happened. Your hair that is tied up in a bun was now cascading on your back as you continue to run your fingers through your locks as you look around the unfamiliar city of lights. It was full of different street lights and the city seems to be much busy at night.

Agreeing to your older twin is certainly not a good idea.

You felt like backing out. But, when your father's arm had wrapped around your shoulder, you knew you can't go back in Schenezaya without getting any profit here anymore. "Your older sister had definetely told you what we're here for, yes? That time when me and your sister arrived here, it seems like the heir of the Kamisato Clan didn't like your sister's personality. That's why, I told her that maybe, you, my youngest daughter can capture his heart," Your father mumbled in a low tone, voice seeping with such a vile and venomous words.

"So, do your best and be a good girl, alright?" You just nodded quietly, "And, don't forget our little game we played when you were little, my daughter. You could put that in a good use." He gave you a peck on the top of your head as he cups your face and stroked the delicate skin of your cheeks. You wanted to slap his hand away, but it seems like your father's vision had been electrocuting you the moment he touched you and you can't do anything but to follow his instructions.

"My Lady, are you sure about this? I have a bad feeling." Cyno mumbled besides you as you walk behind your father. The Kamisato clan seems to be notified by your departure and your father stated that there going to be a small banquet of celebration for the Barouqe's arrival. You never felt nervous like this, atleast. Not even the soothing sound of Cyno's voice will calm you.

"It's going to be f-fine, Cyno. You're here with me, right?" You assured him — or assured yourself? You aren't even sure enough as you step closer and closer to the Kamisato's estate. A traditional Inazuma's mansion with a small bridge above the clear lake is what caught your attention. The blossoming sakura trees had you knowing that the spring season is getting near.

You seems to be distracted by the view that you didn't notice the people that welcomed you.

"My daughter, come and greet them." Your father's voice had snapped you out of your thoughts as you averted your eyes away from the mesmerizing scenery. Your hand on Cyno's arm loosened before you turn your attention up front.

"I apologized from being distracted. Nice to meet you again, Mister Kamisato." You put on your best smile that surely appeared on your eyes now too — staring at the man in front of you. Your smile faltered a bit when you see how he looks at you; sprinkled with suspicion and admiration — well, the second one seems to be just an assumption — but his lavender eyes twinkled with such an emotion you couldn't decipher. Nevertheless, you appeared confident despite of how nervous you are.

"Lady Y/N, the only child of Barouqe, it's a pleasure to see you again after so many years," He took your hand and gently gave a peck on the back of your gloved hand. You were quite surprise at his sudden action and by the fact of how gentleman he is — far from what your older twin described him. But, you've noticed how his words came of sarcastically. "Despite of the feeling like we've just met for the first time, no?"

You retracted your hand as you smiled once again. The tension in the air created a heavy atmosphere as you answered. "Why, of course. It seems like we, again, met for the first time. People gradually change for years, Mister. So, I assumed, we shouldn't stay in the past anymore, right?" You answered with the same pettiness.

"Well, well, you are one to talk about the past that I presumed, you don't have any idea about." He retorted and you hid the way you gritted your teeth behind your lips. Your hand clenched behind your back.

This man might know something he shouldn't have any knowledge about!

"I do not know what you're implying." You stared intently in his purple eyes as he squinted them, glancing on your expression — the mess on your laid hair because of the wind, the seemingly change of your body appearance and the way your eyes sent daggers and eyelashes fluttering like angel wings. The Y/N Barouqe he'd known before is not as tough as you are now, nor as fierce and sharp tounged. You seems to appeared more..... attractive to him than you are already before.

Or is the young lady he met before was really you?

"Ah. It seems like you already did really changed, M'lady," He smiles with his eyes close, "Now, let's go inside before the food gets cold." His voice falters deaf in your ears when you finally confirmed it. Your head craned behind your back, silently speaking with Cyno using your eyes and pursed lips. He seems to get the right thing running in your mind as he only shook his head again in disapproval.

Closing your eyes, you felt your father's hand crept on your wrist and your turn your attention to him.

"I-I don't think I can play the game with him, Father." You stuttered as you tried to remove his grasp. But his grip only tightened when you started to resist.

"Come on, my dear daughter. It seems like, the Commissioner had taken a liking of you. We don't want to waste that, right?" Your father had whispered in a dangerous tone and you shakily sighed before you manage to let yourself free from his grasp.

When you finally arrived inside the mansion, your expression deadpanned, already uninterested as how this conversation will go. This is not the first time you've ever oppose to your father's orders, especially when your dignity and you, yourself will be ruined, at the end of the day.

"Welcome inside the Kamisato Estate, Mister and Lady Barouqe. I hope you will enjoy your remaining time here," The Yashiro Commissioner turn himself in your direction, a smile planted on his face as he stared down at you as you look up, challenging him with burning eyes.

There's really something in you that have changed..... was it your personality? No. Even the way you smile is different than before, even the way your eyes had this burning passion and hatred towards him is visible — you have no intentions on hiding your own feelings and emotions as you look at him with those eyes thag sparkling with an attitude. Even though, you're smiling at him, it doesn't even reached your eyes the way you smiled before at him.

Maybe, it wasn't really you that he had met before.

He just needed to confirm it with only you and him.

Alone.

"Mister Barouqe, I hope you don't mind. I want to make some time alone with your only daughter, if that's alright?" He finished and he sees the way you visibly clenched your teeth as you blink nervously. He knew something was up, though, he wanted to push you through your limits until you break and submit yourself to him.

You are an interesting woman and he'll make sure to play with you too.

Your father seems to be enthusiastic at his request, putting both of his hands on your shoulder before pushing you slightly to the man in front of you. He offered a hand and you're lucky to decide to wear a gloves. You turn to look at Cyno, but it seems like he's quite mad at you as he keep his eyes on the floor. You sighed before removing his hat on your head and putting it back to his head. You already had your back turn to him when he decided to raise his head to look at you.

The Yashiro Commissioner guided you to a room as you entered, admiring where he brought you; a room full of books in shelves. The room has a high ceiling, the scent of paper and wood entered your sense of smell as you breath a sigh at the familiar sensation. One thing you love in someone's mansion is their library — or wherever there's books and pens.

His eyes trailed at your expression as he confirms it, yet again. The young Barouqe he met 10 years ago is not as enthusiastic as she is when he welcomed her before inside his office. You look mesmerized — mesmerizing as you walk around the toom, constantly touching the spine of the book and Ayato's eyes followed your movement when you stop just right on the medicine book section.

He stands there, amused. "It seems like you took liking of books now, M'lady."

You halted on your movements, already mentally screaming at yourself at being too excited with the sight of the books. You close the book on your hand before putting it back to its place as you turn your attention to the man that was now one step away from you.

"Ah, indeed. After the incident ten years ago, I decided to read some medical books to understand what really happened to your deceased mother." You put an insult to the wound, already liking the way the man in front of you twitched in irritation. But he gave you a smile.

"The report said that my late mother us poisoned, that confirmed at this very day. You, Lady Y/N, were you poisoned too? Or perhaps," He stepped closer and you step backwards, already hitting the wall as you hissed through your teeth, "You were electrocuted?"

"I don't know what are you talking about —"

Your voice caught in your throat when he tugged your hand behind your back, his other hand quickly pulling something behind his back as your eyes widened at the familiar sensation of a sharp shard that penetrates on your skin as he cut deep — to mark your palm.

"What —!"

"Tell me, confess now, M'lady. You are not the person I met ten years ago, yes?" He's quite surprise as how strong your resistance as you keep resisting on his arms. He managed to press you up against the wall again, his thigh between your legs as you groaned at the pressure of his hand on your wound.

"Let me go, you bastard!" You resist. "I'm going to kill you!"

"Ah, ah. Feisty, aren't you? The exact opposite of your.... older twin, right?"

There's no point of excuses now as you sighed in defeat, loosening your grip on his hand as the attitude you gave him a few seconds ago disappeared in an instant. He stared at your softening expression, but your eyes still show the hatred emotion planted on your pretty face.

"What's your motive? You're not stupid as you portray to even let the person who killed your mother inside your own territory again." You spat at him as he smiled — that annoyed you even more. He keep smiling at you, lips stretch in an outmost stunning smile you ever seen as though to annoy you or it was a genuine gesture that made something inside of you stir.

"I have something to propose to you, M'lady," His grip on your wound finally loosen up as he gently graze at the wound before he's pulling you to sit down on his chair, grabbing something from the drawer, a first aid kit he had on his office. "Let's use each other for an important purpose. I let you work your motive to me and you will let me do as I please to your family."

You eyed him sharply as he started to gently jab the wound with an ointment. You were used to having your wounds treated before that even the feeling of a knife penetrating on your skin doesn't make you cry anymore. He's gentle, opposed from what his grip on you earlier.

"You're stupid to even think I will let you touch my family."

"Aren't you the one getting touched by your own family?" His reply made you halt as you stared at him wide eyes. He seems to hit the right answer when you grip his arm with your other hand. He turn his attention to you as he studied your reactions. You seem flabbergasted, breath hitching and pupils dilated as though you've seen a ghost.

"You —! How —"

"You think your assistant will only shake his head or stay quiet with your situation?" He confessed, "We've known each other after my mother died as he asked for my help. Now that you are here in front of me, the woman I want to help, I'm going to save you from your own family."

"What the hell are you talking about saving me?" There it is, your eyes sharp as ever as you stared at him, standing on your own feet as you pull him down closer to your face that you could feel his breath fan on your face. He's stunned for a moment, seeing you up close like this. This felt nothing like the woman he met ten years ago and it made his heart race. "I've been suffering from my own family, all my life. It's too late to save me now. And, besides, if I were to marry you, I will do anything to slit your throat while you're sleeping."

He hummed, clearly he is not listening when he had hid lavender eyes on your lips as he scoot closer, nose bumping on each other and you have no time to protest when he's quick to hold the back of your head and capture your lips in a seething kiss, your own hand clasping tightly at the hem of his kimono when he opened your mouth with the use of his sultry tounge, the warm muscle exploring on the roof of your mouth, on the back of your teeth and your own tounge dancing as he hums lowly, the sound vibrating on your lips and you hissed.

Your teeth graze on his bottom lip as you bite as a warning, but he didn't even stop to process the pain that stung, continuously stimulating your lips with his while your wounded hand is sti on his gentle grasp. You became breathless, gasping and breathing heavily on his mouth and he seems to enjoy the taste of your lips and the sinful sounds that starting to escape on your throat.

"Wait —! You.... bastard —!"

His hand had cupped your cheeks, lips moving passionately on your own as he captures all the noise and words on your mouth, deliberately opening your mouth using his thumb as you started to thump your fist on his chest. He tasted sweet with a mix of coffee — the aftermath taste of the sweetened boba tea he drank earlier as his tounge dances inside your mouth, leaving you unable to breath as you finally gave in — kissing him back with the same amount of tension he'd giving your mouth and he moans lowly.

"Kami — sato —! I'm.... telling you —! Let me go —!"

The movement on his lips seems to slow down, but he's still not letting you go. Lips attached to yours as he slowly move his lips in a sinful pace and you gasp, the sound that escapes your throat only desire him to go further — until you can't breath anymore. Maybe, the kiss he was giving you could be the reason of your death, as much as you want to deny the warm feeling on your chest and the sensation of his soft lips and unrelenting tounge — you were lost on his facade, too lost on his world once his fingers caress your face.

He finally let go of your lips with a smack and you gasped for air again, panting as he studied the mess he made in front of him. You look delirous with your eyes clouded with desire mixed with hatred and your lips swollen with his minstrations. He's not even better.

"You bastard! You're going to pay for this!" He's silent for a moment, still out of breath. His attention drifted from your face to the wound he made on your palm as he grabbed the cotton again, treating your wound like nothing happened and you stand there, flabbergasted at his actions.

You scoffed, but he never uttered a single word as he work in silence, his mind drifted at the feeling of your lips and the taste of your strawberry chapstick that had mark on his lips. You had noticed and your other hand graze on the bottom of his lips to wipe your glistening balm that has transferred on his lips. He halted as he finished dressing your wounds.

You stared at him like he's the most ridiculous person on the earth, constantly eyeing and judging his perfect appearance like he didn't took your first kiss away a few moments ago, you gave him a sharp look when he stared back at you with unreadable expression like he didn't have his tounge shove on your mouth. You hated his guts and his motives — why is he helping you, anyway? That really confirmed that assumption of your father might be the one who's responsible for his mother's death.

And, now you are paying for your own father's debt.

"I hate you." You blurted and a sly smirk appeared on his handsome face.

"Keep telling that to yourself, My Lady. You are now officially tied up with me." You grunted, pushing his attractive face away when he started to lean into you again. He kissed your palm that was planted on his face and you were startled at the gesture and slightly smack his lips in annoyance. He's being annoying as he keeps pushing you to your limits.

"You were a lot more different than your older twin. Maybe, because I didn't like her guts as much as I like you." His hand clasp on yours where you still had your hand on his face, kissing the tip of your fingers in a manner that made you huff in annoyance despite not pulling away from his warm touch.

"We're twins. If you ever planning to marry me, I will make her show up in the wedding instead." You poked a finger on his cheeks, but frozed when he leaned in your touch that made your blood boiled more as you grit your teeth.

"Don't you thought of the reason why I marked you here in your hand?" His fingers graze on your right palm, creating gentle stroke on the covered wound and you realized it by now; why he made a scar on your skin to mark you — his mark — his blade — on you.

"Or you want a different mark instead? Perhaps, on your neck or chest?" His other hand slid on your waist up on the back of your nape and you shivered at his touch, clutching on the cape that was wrapped around you. His thumb graze on the exposed skin of your neck and you bite back any sound that's threatening to escape. "Do you want me to paint you with my lips? Since, my blade hurts as much, let me paint you using no blood this time."

What.

You stared at him pupils blown wide as he leaned closer.

You were supposed to seduced him, not the other way around!

"I — WAIT —! YOU BASTARD!" Is the only thing left to your lips as you pushed him away when you finally gathered your strength back. Your legs feel numb as you stumbled back, almost crashing yourself down on the pile of books behind and he's quick with his movements to capture you, but he halted on his movements.

"Don't come any closer," He saw his own blade on your hand, pointing the sharp edge towards him and Ayato was stunned as he looked at you. When did you have his blade in your hand? You were sly and quick with movements that he didn't even noticed the subtle of your hand on his back as you caught his blade on your hand. "Let's talk like this."

"Speak now, My Lady." He offered you to go first and you took a deep breath.

"Father told me that you seems to not take a liking to my older twin, ten years ago. That's why, I am the one he sent here. He's been planning to fix our reputation here in Inazuma because of the assumptions and accusations which I've proven true. Father did killed the Lady of Kamisato clan, but not with poison." Ayato listened as he eyed you, your hand still had its grip on his own weapon.

"What did he used?"

"It's a herbal medicine which triggers a certain disease to become more complicated and later uncurable. I've read it in a book and I found out the cure for it and I might have save the Lady if I am the one Father sent ten years ago. But, he didn't plan on sending me because he knew I have such knowledge that will make a hinder for his cunning plans," You finished as you finally let your guard down, walking towards him as you wrapped a hand around his waist — yet again, you're close to him, his manly scent mixed with yours mingling on your nostrils as you put his weapon back on his pocket. His stature melt on your warmth.

"So, I, uhm.... I apologize," You spoke with such a small voice, hiding your face own his chest and arm still wrapped around his waist. "I apologize for my family's behalf. I.... I will do anything to pay for Father's debt."

Ayato gritted his teeth — it was his turn to get furious now as he stared at you; your eyed had lost its expression — it turned dull and regretful. His hand find its way to your jaw as his firm grip had made you startled a little before he turn your face in his direction, craning your neck to stared at him. He seems.... mad.

Your father is the one who has a debt to pay to him, but you are the one here — in front of him, asking for forgiveness and anything just to remove the burden Ayato put in your family. This wasn't supposed to happened; to have you beg - the sound of you begging is not what he meant you to do, he wants to hear you begging in other way around.

But, it seems like his plan already failed from where he kissed you with fiery desires.

You already have no intentions on lying in front of his face, nor lie for your family.

You wanted his help, you were tempted as you fell for this tricks the very first moment you let him kiss you and tease you.

"Anything? You can give me anything I please?" He saw the nervousness that flashed in your eyes, although, you nodded, you seem hesitant — he can feel it.

"You knew, you just did gave me a consent to kill your father as a payment for his debt, right? Your older twin is not even an exemption." His lips are dangerously close to your ear as he whispered and all of the attitude you gave him earlier disappered. He's keeping an eye on the very expression you're making when he pulled away, but his hand stays on your jaw, now gently grasping your face.

Ayato has been keeping an eye out of you with the help of Cyno, the General from Sumeru who's also your assistant. For ten years, he had known you even without meeting you, in general. He watches you from afar, the suffers you experienced and the tragic scenarios that happened to you — every single detail of your life — he knew it all.

He wanted to save you, but the heavy crime your family had made to ruin his own is unforgivable. He grew up quickly, his childhood forgotten and has to take care of the clan that was left for him. At a young age, he work for the sake of his family and his younger sister.

But, you also experienced the same with another scenario. You've lost your innocence at a young age, you've lost your dignity as a woman the moment your father had his hands all over you. Despite your protest, he tortured you with his vision instead while your older twin did nothing. The constant torture and pain had you turning numb through the years.

He's not mad at you, he's mad at what your supposed to be relationship had been ruined, even though you has yet to meet him.

"Just," Ayato felt a tug on his kimono as you buried your face on his chest, wrapping both of your arms around his waist and he melted in your touch. "Do anything and save me from this suffering."

He waited long enough for you.

Ayato will be selfish this time.

Your eyes fall open when you felt an electrocuting feeling that travels through your body, eyes widening as you push yourself away from him, flinching from suffocating feeling in your body as you silently gasp, vision slightly blurrying at the twitch of your every vein.

"Lady —!"

You brought a hand to stop him from stepping closer to you as you pant. The familiar feeling of this sudden power urging in your body is making you nauseous. Your father's vision was all over you - his power to electrify and turn you into a mindless puppet is activating yet again. The vision that was tied up on your waist is loosing its nature and you could only gasp at the feeling of being a puppet again.

Not in front of him.....

"D-Don't.... come any.... closer." You've managed to say before your eyes rolled at the back of your head and your vision blacked out.

It doesn't take a matter of time when your father slamming the door open where you're located, already dashing towards you with a faux look of concern on his face — knowing this is his doing. He could tell what happened inside this room by listening to your heartbeat; it became calm and collected and knowing that sign is just up to no good.

Were you acting just to escape this scenario or did you really fell for this man at first sight?

Nevertheless, he was furious and confuse to say, at least. Now that the first step of his plan failed successfully, he's making sure that you will play along with his further plans.

"My daughter, what happened?! What did you do, Lord Kamisato?!" He immediately blamed the Yashiro Commissioner, who seemed genuinely shocked and concerned at your state. "Oh, my daughter!"

“Call a doctor! Please!” Your father’s fake concern is now turning into reality when he put his fingers on your pulse that seems to slow down its beat and weakened in process. He didn’t mean nor attempt to murder his own child — it was just part of the plan and you’re not even listening to his commands!

THIS IS NOT HIS FAULT.

His whole body shooked as he felt your slow hearbeat and it seems like the people around him weren’t helping as they stared. Is this Kamisato Ayato’s payback? But, you can’t die! He can’t afford to lose his favorite child — his most obedient and precious child.... the one he tormented and carved into perfection. It was you! You were his perfect daughter, you were everything he could ask for.

He tortured you perfectly, made you his perfect puppet of a daughter and have you satisfy his own desires, although you always refused to be touched, you’re always gonna pay for that unacceptable actions, anyway as he sends bolts of electricity to run through your body that travels in every pits of your brain and have you gasping and hallucinating.

That created the other you.

You are an only child.

You are his only child.

Yet, at the sudden burst of emotions and raging vision, you created another version of yourself; a version of your father’s desires.

A version of a person you doesn’t want you to be.

THIS IS ALL HIS FAULT.

“CYNO!” He called him as the said man hurriedly run through the scene, already sweating at the sight of your paling skin and bluish lips. He slightly push your father away to carry you, hooking his arms on the back of your shoulder and knees as he keep you close, your body slowly turning cold and his heart beats fast when he realized.

He’s not dumb, nor into oblivion. He knew you too well than you knew yourself.

Yet, once again, he failed to save you.

In the midst of running outside the Kamisato estate, he could feel the Yashiro Commissioner following behind his fast pace — hearing a faint plead in the scorching cold wind as it reaches his ears;

“My Lady, please, stay with me.”

“She’s an only child,” Cyno blurted out as soon as the doctor leaves the room, leaving him and Ayato in an awkwards silence. Cyno’s eyes landed on your unconscious state, delectable sighing at the sight of your calm face that, although it’s calm, he can’t help but to worry that you might not be able to wake up anymore — or your nightmares will successfully haunt you in your sleep. “She’s been assaulted by her father after his wife died. Maybe, because Young Lady really look like her mother..... or maybe, it’s just the way of how he show his love to his daughter. Nevertheless, it was disturbing and disgusting. And, I did nothing but to only hear her cries as she refused to see me after it was ended,”

“Both of you share the same similary in life; the women who gave you this birth of life were killed by the same man. Maybe, that’s why she asked for assistance, even though it will also betray herself as a daughter to her father.”

Ayato stared at him, examining the way he looks at you with admiration amd hope glimmering in his eyes — it makes his stomach churned and his chest tight. Yet, he can’t lift a finger on the moment as Cyno exclaimed the truth and the fact that both of your mothers had been killed by the only man he despises, and the man that you called father.

You were so nice, so pure, too good in this world as he realized that you can easily escape by your father’s grasp with the help of this man in front of him. But, you didn’t — only because it was your personal matters and the General is your employee. Those standard has been engraved in your mind, tattooed in your heart.

That’s one of the reason why Ayato is in love with you.

He’s been mindlessly awaiting for your return to his life after ten years — where back when he’s young, he met you.

It was you again.

The young woman clad in slacks and button-up, longsleeve, white shirt that compliments your sharp aura, coat resting briefly on your shoulder as your stature is as elegant. He’s been seeing you at the same spot for a while now — a spot in the busy city of Inazuma where you can see the view of a lake and koi fishes swimming in the clear water.

He’s been enticed at the look on your glowing face as though it was your first time here. Well, maybe it is by the way you wore differently and obviously from a first class family. His own self were to keep coming back at this time of the night just to watch you from afar.

He staggers a little closer to where you are standing, yet it still far away as you seems in a deep thought, too deep that you didn’t bother to look at him when he finally approaches you — this time, you have a dark fedora hat that hid your face away from his vision, but he can stil see the shape of your nose and lips on his view.

“The moon is beautiful, isn’t it?” He spoke, rather than a greetings. He’s stunned by his sudden statement, he wasn’t suppose to say that! It was clearly a figure of speech for a confession of love.

And, you were aware of it.

He saw how your lips quirked up in a slight smirk and he felt embarrased, flushed pink as he internally scream to himself.

“Indeed, another peaceful night in the city.” You answered and his heart begins to rumble on his chest when he finally got to hear your voice — it was soothing on his ears as you spoke in a smooth voice, almost a little breathless as you puffed a breath. You seems deep in your own thoughts as he leaned on the railings, you still didn’t caught a glimpse of the stranger talking to you, but you took a glimpse of hands covered in dark gloves.

“Inazuma is a beautiful city, not to bribe since I am raised here, but it truly is.” His voice is laced with a hint of playfulness as the atmosphere turned comfortable enough, even though you still hadn’t take any glance of him.

“Yes, I can totally see it. This city is not only the beautiful one here; even the people too,” He’s quite caught off guard by your statement as he glance at you, seeing as how you’re now peeking to take a look at him under your fedora as he took a sharp, surprised breath when he finally had the chance to take a look at your eyes — glimmering under the moonlight as your lips looks lucious painted with chapstick, your eyelashes were fluttered just enough to let him know what you really meant behind those words as his face flushed with a hint of embarassment and admiration. “Truly, you were stunned with my words, Mister. Or is it because you’ve finally managed to caught my attention?”

“Well, I certainly did caught your attention, but you managed to overcharmed me with my antics. I never knew you were such a smooth talker.” You chuckled at his reply. He was clearly stunned as he rambled with his words, clearly flustered.

“I’ll thank you for that compliment, Mister. It seems like, you are very familiar with this city, yes?” You continue the conversation, and Ayato were happy to talk as much when you seemed interested to make conversation with him — finally, he could hear your voice as his lavender eyes never left you. He’s awestruck, looking at the very scenery in front of him in adoration.

He can’t believe, he had been pining over you for how long it takes that he’s willing to do anything just to cross your path again, just to see your pretty face again. It’s been a decade, a whole ten years he wasted just to put up a courage and reach you out with his own hand. Everything is now coming in place, yet he knew you still needed time to recollect things. He can’t come reaching for you that easy..... as of now, you are emotionally broken and physically exhausted. But, maybe this is the time where he could take care of you now, like a wife.

His wife.

That sounds.... so right.

And, later on, he hopes you will be able to feel the same.

“That’s why, I beg you,” Cyno’s words snapped him out of his thoughts as he glance at the white haired man that has been staring at you. “Please, be patient and take care of her.”

“Oh, you’re awake.”

It’s a surprise for the younger Kamisato to see you sitting on the bed. It’s been a month of being bedridden and unconscious, whenever her older brother’s not around, Ayaka will be the one waiting for you to wake up.

She’s the witness of her brother’s longing for you — as he described you as a quite daring lady with an attitude, right now, you were inna complete silent as you stared at the young lady with the same lavender eyes of her own brother, leaving you quite shakened at the fact that every memories before you’ve became unconscious coming back like a tidal waves crashing on the shore. It makes you quite dizzy as your hand came contact with the tip of your lips and Ayaka had stared at you knowingly.

“He’s been waiting for your wake. How are you feeling, Lady?” She approached you gently and surely, sitting at the edge of the bed on your side. “Here, have a glass of water.”

She reached to the bedside where a small table were aligned, reaching for the newly poured glass of water as you accepted the kind offer of the young lady, sipping on the lukewarm water as you sighed.

“Are you going to marry my brother?” Her question caught you off guard as you choked on the water, coughing a little as you stared at her in bewilderedment. Marry? Him? Thinking about everything that had happened between the Kamisato and your family is all and messy, and being tied up or worse, being married with the man you want to love and loathed with your life at the same time makes you want to run away.

“I think, you’ve got the wrong idea here, Young Lady,” You replied with a stern voice, eyeing the young lady intently. “I am an enemy and a threat in your family.”

“He didn’t thought of you that way.” She immediately answered and you sighed frustratedly.

“Clearly, he’s making a gain out of this.” You shook your head, flipping the blanket out of your way as you stood up, fumbling slightly and Ayaka slightly panicked at the sight — she already figures out that you’ll run away again as you put on your shoes that was on the side of the bed, putting all your strength to stand up and the young lady stood on your way.

“I don’t blame you for my mother’s death so, is he, so stop making everything is your fault. If he will ever blame you at something, maybe it was because you keep running away from him.”

“Why is he in love with me in the first place? We’ve barely know each other, and on top of that —”

“There’s no thousands of reasons for someone to be in love and this is not the first you saw each other, Lady Y/N. Please, remember my brother and, maybe you’ll consider. He loves you dearly.” She reached for your hand — it felt surprisingly warm and you stared at the pen she gave you and you vaugely realized what it meant.

You heave a sigh as you stood outside of his office — Ayaka had told you that Ayato is not on the mansion as he travels for a while without knowing the reasons, yet she told you he kept his office open even though he never left his office room unlocked.

You reached for the doorknob, twisting your wrist as you enter the familiar room — a sense of deja vu had hit you when you remembered what happened in this very room, on the spot where his table and chair is located.

A surge of warm sensation hit you when you remembered how his lips felt on yours and you tried to shake the thoughts out of your head as you arrived in front of his table.

Ayaka told you a certain file that Ayato prepared for you, and you already have an idea of what is it, but still, a surge of anxiousness hit you when you found it on the cabinet of his table.

“This.....” Your voice trailed as you stared at the paper, reading the entire file with trembling hands as your eyes landed on the pen on your hold. Ayaka is not forcing you to sign the paper that will tied you to her older brother for a lifetime. You eyed the paper hesitantly before you decided to sit on the chair.

“How absurd,” You whispered to yourself as you clench your fist. “You really think I would sign this?”

Ayato had arrived in his estate where the moon is already at its domain, it’s striking on the dark sky brightly as it illuminates in the room on his bed, where a familiar figure sitting on the edge. He halts when he closed the door.

You huffed. You’ve been waiting for him the whole night and he stands there, too stunned at the conscious sight of you. You gritted your teeth in annoyance before you stood up as you marched towards him.

“I’ve been waiting for you, Commissioner.” Your voice sounds harsh as he snapped out of his thoughts and his eyes landed on your form, wearing a white robe without nothing underneath. Your eyes looks dark and enriching as you pull him by his collar, slamming your lips to his as you wrap your arms around his neck to cage him close to you, the sound that escapes his lips only urge you.

His hands lands on your hips, his resistance to push you away disappeared when your hands started to roam around his body — to his chest where you push him slightly around as he landed a little forceful to the bed where it creaks loudly on the silence of the night. Ayato sighed in your mouth when he tasted the bitterness of the alcohol on your tounge — he hesitates to touch you when he smell the alcohol mixed with your intoxicating scent, but all of his hesitations merely disappered when your hands fumbled on his kimono, removing his upper clothes as you continue to kiss him; all tounge and teeth grazing on his lips and tounge as his grip on you tightened when your hips started to move on his lap.

His breathing is in unsteady rhythm when you finally remove his upper clothes, his other hand landed on the bed to steady himself with your harsh kiss. Your arms are yet to wrapped around his neck again, nails grazing on his back as he unexpectedly moans in your mouth. You finally let him breathe for a moment, only to reconnect your lips on his jaw, the smoothness of his skin were velvet on your lips as your harsh mouth marks his skin — painting him with your feverish series of kisses, teeth and tounge until your satisfied.

You slightly move away from him, admiring the art you made on his skin that was surely hard to cover for days. His lavender eyes were alluring under the moonlight — the only source of light in his dark room; you were no exception — you look heavenly on his gaze, the robe on your body had slipped on your shoulder enough to let him have a peak of your cleavage that is yet to be explored. But, your patience waiting for him all night is thin.

“My Lady? What’s the matter?” He asks you as you kissed your teeth together in annoyance. “This..... are you sure about this? We should probably let you sober for a moment —”

“I’m not drunk!” You raised your voice, brushing your hair away from your face as you gripped on his shoulder for support.

“I only drink two glass, Commissioner. If you won’t take me right here and now, I’ll kill you instead.” You huffed as you reach for his hand on your hips, guiding it on the crook of your neck as you sighed at the feeling of his large hand, he brushed his thumb over your skin as he pulls you again for a seething kiss — softer and slower this time unlike your previous pace. You mewl on his mouth when his hand brushed on your chest, cupping one mound on his warm hand as his thumb brushes on your nipple — the robe wrapped around your body had dropped all the way down.

You curse under your breath when his hand started to roam around your body, mapping every part that is making you twitch and mewl on his lap. His hand wandered on your thigh, caressing the skin before his hand brushes between your thighs and you gasped, eyes shooting open as you slightly pushed him away from your lips.

You hummed when his fingers started to caress between your thighs as he coats his fingers with your essence. You throw your head back as he drinks at the sight of your figure shaking on top of him — all bare and ready for him to take you. He eyed you with the same burning desire when your eyes landed on him as you grind down on his fingers before he let one finger slipped in, relishing at the warmth and how tight it convulsed on his digit — you moaned, pulling him closer to your chest as you buried your face on his neck, making a series of bluish puple marks as you heavily sigh against his skin.

“Ayato...” A mumble of his name as you call for him. He could feel the heat bubbling on his chest straight on his restraining cock confines still on his pants. He started to move his finger inside you, grinding on that certain spot he subconsciously found that has you panting and moaning as you muffled your voice on his shoulder where you bite and suckle on the skin. He slipped in another finger and you let out a broken moan, nails digging on his skin.

“Ah —! I’m close.” You could feel the coil tightening on the pits of your stomach, bubbling on the sensation of his two fingers scissoring you open and he felt you tightening on his digits, soaking his fingers with your essence — just a little more, and you’re there — not until he pulled his fingers out and you whined, tears pricked your eyes when the sensation disappeared momentarily as your body shake on top of him.

“Y-You bastard! I was close!” You sttuters in complain.

“As much as I want to pleasure you, I am losing my patience here, sweetheart.” He replied and you huffed, fumbling on his pants. He distract you, pulling you in a kiss as he sighed in your mouth when he’s finally free from his pants, the cold air contrasting with the warm feeling of your body as he hikes your hips up, his other hand holding his cock as he lined up with your entrance. You bit on his lips when the head catches on your clit, before he tease his way on your entrance, the hand on your hip guides you down and you moaned at the stretch, the first inch of his cock making its way inside you.

The burning sensation hurts so good as you push your way down until you can’t anymore. You push him down until he layed on the bed, propping his elbows in, so he could see you. He’s not even halfway inside, but you could feel your legs shake at his above average size — maybe, Ayato could’ve open you properly with his fingers when you seemed to struggle to take him all in. He eyed the way you’re trembling on top of him, you were dripping, though, it’s not enough to take him all.

“Slow down, sweetheart,” His other hand reached over to the both of your hands as he put it down on his chest and the other hand intertwining with yours. Your heart pounds on your chest at the gesture when he squeezes your hand. Something inside of you bubbling at the sensation of his cock and the way he looks at you; it was daring and full of passion as his lavender eyes never left your figure, he sits upright as his other arm wrapped around you to keep you still. “You can take me. I know you can do it.”

You hissed. You clearly isn’t used in this kind of treatment. You quite expected that maybe, if you were to seduce him tonight, he will force his way to you — but, your expectations differ when he let you take his fingers first even though, he edge you to climax. You were used having someone forcing you in this kind of activity.

“S-Shut up.” You answered and he grins, placing a chaste kiss on your lips, whispering praises on your ears when you took another bunch of inch inside of you.

It felt never-ending as you felt full now he’s halfway as he eyed on your lower stomach, pressing on the bulge and you yelp. You could feel the denied orgasm coming back to you in a surge when your ass finally came contact on his thighs, your voice were muffled by your hand as you bit down at the feeling.

You could feel, you could see him there, inside of you, buried inside to the hilt as the blunt head of his cock kissed on your cervix — the thickness and stretch of him is enough to touch the certain spot inside of you that had you crumbling in a bliss of oblivion as you came, writhing and grinding down om his more as he watched you fumble in a beautiful mess on top of him. He moaned, relishing at the feeling of your walls tightening and convulsing as he chokes at the sensation. You’re shaking and thighs trembling as you finally came down on your high, panting loudly as your mouth agape.

“Ah — wait, Ayato —!”

He gripped on your hips when you tried to move. “I told you, I could wait. Don’t force yourself, sweetheart.”

“Stop boasting about how big you are!” You replied in annoyance as you huffed, gripping on his shoulders for support. “Let me — l-let me move, bastard.”

He grins again, pecking on your lips before his grip on your hips loosened a little and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your chest on him as he started to mark your ches, neck, and jaw with his lips as he sighed when you started to move slowly — up and down as you mewl at the feeling of his cock brushing on every and very spots inside you as you scratch your nails on his skin.

The hand on your hips guide you up and down as you created a steady rhythm — the sound of your bodies making contact filled the room as his breaths became foggy and unrelenting, eyeing the way your eyes rolled on the back of your head when your pace started to move faster until he can’t hold back his voice anymore.

“Y/N,” He moans your name and he felt your body shivered on his touch. “Let me, sweetheart.”

He whispered on your lips and you open your eyes in confusion as you halted, panting hardly and you yelped when he flipped you, your back comes contact with the soft sheets of his bed without pulling out entirely inside of you, your legs instinctly wrapped around his waist.

“Wait —! Still sensitive... Ayato —!” You tried to push him away by his chest as he pushed his light blue hair away from his face and momentarily stared at his stature — seeing him all naked in glory as the moonlight reflects on his panting figure.

“You can take it, right?” His nose graze on your cheek as he placed a kiss there, slowly and surely, he’s pushing all of him again inside you, eyeing your shaking figure and the erotic expression written on your face; your eyes are cloudy and widening, swollen lips parting, series of moans and his name falling on your lips as he pulls back to leave the tip inside just to thrust back again, angling his hips a little higher as he hits that spot.

His pace were slow, yet his thrusts were calculated and hard as his hips snap on the back of your thighs — he never goes faster as he make love with you slowly and deeply until you were coming again and again, coating his cock with your essence as he tried to muffle your moans with the help of his lips, drowning your sounds of pleasure on his mouth when you started to get louder than he expected — he’s no exception too as he comes, painting your walls white, filling you to the brim as he moans and whimpers on your lips.

“You can take more?” His question doesn’t sound interrogative even when his hips started to move again as your eyes filled with tears of pleasure and joy that you realized — the walls you built for him came crashing down as he make love to you — pushing your body to your limits with his deep, yet still slow thrusts until you were a moaning mess, marking each other all im while as he whispered those words that has your heart pounding on your chest.

“I love you.”

You bit back the urge to cry your heart out, feeling that swirling on your chest and the clench of your heart as you rethinks your choice; you signed on the marriage paper — you don’t regret that part, you won’t regret being his bride, his wife, and the future child that will grow after tonight — what you regret is your final decision that surging in your mind, the decision that will surely breaks him — because right now, the thought of being in love frightened you,the thought of finally having something to live to is making you crumble in the dark. But, you know he will understand you — you know he’ll wait until you’re finally ready. Right now, you were in the midst of chaos, right now, you will surely break his heart.

His runaway bride.

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I made a more updated Cornetto Trilogy/Mission Impossible/Top Gun/ER family tree so here it is but I'll also explain it too. Also shout out to @whoophoney for keeping my special interest in the cornetto trilogy alive

I can't actually get all branches on here, hence the explaination, but we'll start at the Great Grandma who started it all. She had 2 daughters, who we'll call Grandma King and Grandma Angel for the 2 family lines. Let's go down theAngel line first.

Left to right, we have Barbara Riley, with her unnamed dead husband named Father Riley, and her only son Shaun Riley, we also see her and Phillip Not-Riley because we don't actually get his surname or what Barbara's is so, yeah, any name I don't have is just not-known surname.

Next we have Gillian Bisley, nee Angel, once married to but not separated from John Bisley with their two kids Tim and Kate Bisley. We see that Tim is kind of with Daisy, and their kid "Luke" Bisley but I just don't get why they didn't name their daughter Leia?

And finally, we have Father Angel, keeper of the namesake, also without a name, and his only son Nicholas, appropriately partnered to one, Danny Butterman, yes I have put the Butterman's on here too but we know them.

Next we'll go down the King line

I'll explain the Benji and Gary situation because they have different surnames. Benji was born when his parents were together, maybe married, maybe not, but he got his dad's name. Gary was born after their dad had left when their mum told him she was pregnant again, so got his mum's surname.

Benji went to Oxford, then got scouted by an American engineering company so went there. But going with the Dead Reckoning Pt 1 idea that most people in the IMF got into some dodgy stuff and had no way out, the only thing I can imagine Benji doing is pirating stuff? He got really good at it during uni but found something he shouldn't have done and was given the choice of prison or be a tech at the IMF. As far as his family know, he's still working at that engineering company.

Benji and Ethan are together, of course, and let's go into his side of the family.

Ethan and Maverick are twin brothers, yes in canon there's 2 years between them but sshhhh, this is my family tree. They were born twins in 1962 but separated after Duke Mitchell died. Ethan was adopted by Margaret and Nathan Hunt and slowly forgot about his birth family, not because they forced him to but just because he was turning three when Duke died.

Mav forgot too and after his mum died, he went into foster care. One day, I think Benji gets Ethan a family tree thing and he finds out he has a twin brother. They meet, bond, maybe clash a little because of their values? I know they're quite similar in the way that they rebel against their respective governmental organisations but I feel like the reasons why would cause them to clash? Mav does it because that's just what he does whereas Ethan does it because he wants to save everyone.

Now onto Mav, his RIO was Goose and this is where I added more to my previous family tree.

I wanted Goose and Mark Greene to be cousins because they both have some kind of connection to the military, Goose is in the Navy, Mark's dad was a captain in the Navy and felt pressured to join it. But then I realised that if their dads were brothers, how could they have different names. So I blamed the War. I did have a headcanon that Goose's grandad was a jazz musician, but maybe that's on his mum's side.

So, Grandpapy Bradshaw, had Goose's dad then died in WW2, maybe on D-Day, which goes with the theme of Bradshaws dying young because I headcanon that Goose's dad died when he was 13 and Goose died at 26 and Carole dies at some point when Bradley's a kid. His Grandma remarries to Grandpapa Greene, has Mark's dad, then Mark's born and kind of hates Goose when he's going through his teenage angst phase he went through in Hawaii because Goose was his dad's favourite nephew because he wanted to join the Navy so much.

Mark met Jen, had Rachel, got divorced, met Elizabeth, had Ella and died. Obviously a lot more, but I wonder what he'd think of his cousin dying so young when he was still in his Navy hating part of his life.

I really want to see a Benthan wedding, with all the Cornetto Trilogy people on Benji's side, and all of the past teams for Mission Impossible and all the Top Gun gang on Ethan's. It's just a funny image and it would probably be interrupted by some bad guy trying to destroy the world and everyone's reactions would be hilarious

Gonna tag @pollyna and @caveiratimida too

[hater-reads]

Haunting Echoes of the Past CHAPTER 2 - Through Gojo's eyes.

Suguru and I spent 4 summers together. After graduating from high school, we decided to move in together. We were never close to our families; we were practically raising ourselves. I was the one who suggested it, and Suguru agreed immediately. The money was never a problem for me, I didn't have a family nor a home, but the elders of the clan made sure I was receiving something from them. Suguru wanted to work instead of using that dirty money, but I told him it would only complicate things, and we could be comfortable with that money, sooner or later I'd be useful for them, so this was their way of convincing me.

Our home days were wonderful. We'd kiss at every opportunity, as if in that moment we were the only ones left in the world. Suguru was everything for me. We never said the words "date" or "boyfriend", we didn't need them. I got used to his touch, to his lips, to his long black hair, to the curve of his eyes when he laughed, to his gently smile, his soft words, the way he called my name. Suguru changed his personality, and I changed mine, without noticing, we made each other better. He laughed and was nothing like the gloomy child he used to be back when I met him, I stopped wanting to hurt him, I would probably hurt myself instead.

I recognized the instinct that was part of myself could be hidden, lock in a cage where it would never go out again. I had angry issues that no one told me about when I was younger, Suguru was the first one that decided to help me with that, even when I hurt him when we met because of that. I was becoming a better person, because the one I cared about, my one and only, was there for me. Was living with me, was waking up with me in the same bed. And the first thing I'd see when I opened my eyes, was Suguru's sleeping face, with his beautiful hair falling down, part of it in his face. I developed the habit of tucking his hair behind his ears while grabbing one end with my fingers and then kissing it with my lips.

Suddenly, I was woken up of this dream. I was close to turning 20. Which meant things were going to change for me. The Gojo Clan had its own fucked up traditions, and my part was following their commands. The days of youth were over. Without Suguru noticing, I visited the clan in the old mansion full of luxuries and wasted money they had. I knew what was coming for me, for us. And I didn't want to face it. Didn't want to accept a reality in which Suguru and I couldn't be together. The truth is that I was a coward, and revealing myself against the Clan would be more dangerous than anything I could have imagined. To carry on the legacy of being someone with the Gojo surname would mean marrying a distant relative, having a progenitor, becoming an owner of one of the corrupt companies they run. To be unhappy at unimaginable levels, I would be someone I never aspired to be. But worse would be to put Suguru at risk. I knew better than anyone that the old men were crazy, playing with them would be worse than death.

Visiting the clan once a month was no longer enough. They wanted me to be under their roof every hour, sometimes without allowing me to return home. Suguru easily became suspicious, I convinced him for a while that it was a family matter that could not be resolved. I never told him the truth, that it was all about the engagement plans. 

But I couldn't put it off any longer, every time I looked into his eyes, something inside me trembled with fear. 

"Satoru, are you cheating on me?" 

I paused for a moment, not knowing what to answer.

"Suguru, you don't have anything else to do, do you?" I laughed. But the atmosphere became uncomfortable, he did not laugh.

Our relationship was starting to change little by little, we were no longer on the same page as before. So many things were going through my mind, and I was hiding everything from Suguru.

Suguru didn't talk to me like he used to, he was distant. I felt like I was losing him more than ever. I told the clan to leave me alone, that I had my own home, and I was not going to serve them until the day I signed that document. I didn't care about meeting my relative, seeing the wedding clothes, the arrangements, nothing. I wanted nothing from them. 

A few days later, I returned home at night without telling Suguru, but he was not there. I always thought he stayed at home when I was away. I didn't know where to find him, so I stayed up until the wee hours of the morning and that's when I heard someone opening the door.  It was him. He was crying and his clothes were a mess. His lips were swollen, it was obvious what had happened. I didn't know how to react; I felt every part of me crumbling.  Suguru just looked at me with despair and sadness, as he collapsed. 

"Satoru..." Suguru said, barely being able to speak.

"What happened to you?"

"I tried. I really tried. I wanted to hurt you. I know it would hurt you if I was with someone else. I called Miguel, he kissed me without hesitation, but I couldn't stop thinking about you. I'm sorry."

I felt my blood heat up, I never liked Miguel, Suguru's childhood friend. I knew Miguel was in love with him. I despised him more than anyone. He had touched my Suguru, he had touched parts of his body that only I knew, he had kissed the lips that belonged to me. I felt something indescribable coming from me.

I lost my mind and went on top of Suguru, while he was helpless. My hands were around his neck, he was crying and could barely breathe. He looked pale, tears running down his face. Just seeing him like that made me want to kiss him. Devour him. 

I kissed him like never before. I kissed him with rage, sadness, desire. It was a rough and filthy kiss, but he didn't stop me. I grabbed him with my arms and his legs were around my waist. We had to stop so we could breathe, then he kept kissing me. We walked towards the bed, I unbuttoned his pants and with one of my hands I started to take care of it. Then I kissed every part of his body. I moaned his name, and he moaned mine. We made sure we were touching each other's bodies. Then we did it for hours, until our bodies were exhausted, until the sheets were dirty and soaked.

When I woke up, Suguru was stroking my hair. He saw my eyes and gave me a light kiss on my cheek, one of those kisses that were so characteristic of him.

"Satoru."

"Mmh..?"

"Marry me."

"What nonsense are you talking so early in the morning?" I said with a yawn.

"We never talk about our future. About what we want to do."

He was right. We lived together and I have settled down for a life with him. Never knowing what he really wanted. Marriage. Marriage was nothing but a contract for me, something I was being forced to do. Not something I wanted. I never thought of marrying him.

"Listen, Satoru. It doesn't have to be now. Just take this."

We were lying in bed, wrapped in sheets. He stood up while still naked and I just admired him. He walked over and handed me a small box. Inside were two silver rings.

"These are promise rings. I bought them years ago. But you don't have to answer me now, I can wait to marry you for 5 or 10 years. It doesn't matter. I will wait as long as it takes. I want a life with you, to have a family, to see us grow old."

My breath stopped. Suguru had thought about this for a long time. After all, he was still the emotional of the two. Suguru was able to connect with people, to have friends, to be honest. Something I wasn't. He wanted us to be together for a long time, while I was visiting the clan on the sly, planning a future Suguru would not be part of.

I nodded. Then just kissed him. Not really wanting to talk more about it. I was afraid. My head was a mess, I could almost feel my hands shaking. I went to the bathroom before he could say anything. 

It was 6 P.M. and Suguru was watching the sunset in a chair with the window open. Surprisingly, he was still rolled up in the dirty sheets we had used. I stood behind him and kissed his neck.  

He was giving me a serious look. Something is wrong, I thought. 

"You know, Satoru?"

"Mm?" I said as I put my face to his neck, wanting to smell his scent and kiss him.

"You have never said that you love me."

"Suguru, I know I didn't respond well to the marriage thing. But that doesn't mea-" He interrupted me before I could finish. 

"I saw the invitation. You don't have to pretend, not anymore." he said while gritting his teeth, he was angry, but in his eyes, I could see the sadness he felt.

"What invitation?"

Then I saw it. An envelope from the Gojo clan. 

It is with great pleasure and utmost honor that I extend warm greetings to you on behalf of the esteemed Gojo family. As esteemed patrons of tradition and excellence, it is with great joy that we announce the forthcoming union of our scion, Satoru Gojo, to the esteemed Akari Gojo.

The bond between Satoru and Akari is one rooted in mutual respect, admiration, and shared values, qualities that have long been cherished within the annals of the Gojo lineage. Their forthcoming marriage promises to be a celebration of love, commitment, and the timeless values that define our family's legacy.

As esteemed members of our social circle, your presence at this momentous occasion would add immeasurable joy and grace to the festivities. We cordially invite you to join us in celebrating the union of Satoru and Akari on X at Y, where we shall come together to honor the traditions and values that have bound our family for generations.

Your presence will undoubtedly elevate the occasion, and we eagerly anticipate the pleasure of your company as we unite in celebration and merriment.

With warm regards and heartfelt appreciation,

Representatives of the Gojo clan.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Suguru did not meet my eyes. I knew he was crying; his body was trembling a little, his breathing was quickening. I knew every reaction his body had when tears rolled down his eyes. I tried to get close to him, to hug him, I wanted to tell him that it was not what it seemed. But it was.

"Suguru..."

"WHAT THE FUCK, SATORU!" He screamed -something he never did. - "TELL ME WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!"

I tried to calm him down by touching his hands.

"Do. not. touch. me."

I didn't move for a while. But then he spoke again.

"Hah..." He chuckled. "You can't even say it. You can't say you love me; you are incapable of doing it."

"I-"

"Leave. I do not want to see you. The sight of you is a curse." he said with frustration, as he arranged his bangs back with the rest of his hair. He looked beautiful.  

And then I left the house. He was hurt, once again, and it was my fault. 

For hours I sat on a bench, looking at the sky full of stars. Waiting for time to pass and for Suguru to stop being upset, we would talk after things had calmed down, I thought. How stupid. 

When I returned to our house, Suguru had taken all his things with him, leaving no trace other than his scent. On the table beside the bed was a letter and the promise ring that was his. I opened the letter; only three words. Words that made me tremble, that made me lose my sanity, words that I could not say to keep my pride.

[shiftingwithleah]

About my DR/DR update

Hi guys! I saw @hoesindifferentshows doing this for their percy jackson DR and it inspired me to do one for my Harry Potter DR.

My name in this DR is Julia Prince. It was previlously "Harris", but I thought that it was too common among muggles and it'd cause me trouble. I chose this surname based on the list of the sacred 28 on the fandom's wiki, the last known "Prince" was Snape's mom before she married Snape's dad.

I have a older brother named Elijah Prince. He's got an owl named Merlin!

My parents are former death eaters. After my brother was born and Voldemort was defeated, they put on an effort to change their beliefs and raise my brother and I with a different view of the world. Unfortunaly, since we run in the same circles as the others death eaters, we need to pretend that we're biggots to like, survive.

Speaking of which, Voldemort didn't kill Harry's parents. He tried, he knew the prophecy, but the order of the phoenix was faster and defeated him before he could succeed. But he's going to come back just like in the books and Harry still is the chosen one bc of said prophecy.

After Voldemort returns, my parents will have to serve him again, you guys know the guy, if they didn't me and Elijah were going to be murdered.

Before I thought about this backstory, I was going to be a hufflepuff (my og house), but can you guys imagine Voldemort finding out about this? "what about your daughter?" "oh, she's a huffle..." "AVADA...."

The Slytherin boys are going to be in this DR (obv), but they're trying their hardest to overcome their parents beliefs and not be POS.

Even tho we grew up kinda together, I was not close to them bc I knew who their parents were, my brother was the one who talked to them more. This changed after the events of second year, where all the slytherins were being targed bc of the "heir of slytherin" thing.

Hogwarts will be like a high school, starting at 14/15 yo till 22 yo (?).

this DR is kinda of modern. it'll be set in the 2010's, but since technology doesn't work at Hogwarts, the school will have the same old vibe. I just want to see how the wizards will navigate muggle technology, plus I can't live without my songs.

I'll wake up one week before the start of third year, just because I want to go to diagon alley and see if I can have a raven instead of a owl.

My patronus is a St. Bernard dog! (pottermore said so)

I think this is it? I probally forgot something. Let me know if you have any suggestions! (Sorry for any spelling mistakes, English is a bitch)

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Hmmm ok so I’m from Perú here, but is not necessary for a Latino to have a Hispanic name, my family are immigrants so we have all kind of mash-ups. Like example:

Asian (first name) and second name is María xdd, all that kind of stuff

Or maybe a nickname could work too.

Example

Someone named Enrique can be referred as “Quique” , “Quico”, “Henry”, etc

So I just saw this, and you're totally right, but I'll take the opportunity to talk about how I name characters, if it's alright with you.

This ask refers to a post I made where I complained how hard it was to name your latino gay romantic lead when all the names in baby names lists are people from your family tree (and said family is probably gonna read the book and ask why you pick great uncle's name for your gay porn.)

I know I don't have to give them typically latin names. Myself, I'm named out of something my mom saw in a dream, so it would be pretty hypocritical.

But at some point in my writing process I decided that I would have to make my own representation myself, and vowed to make all my protagonists Chilean-Québécois. And for some diversity, then can be Chilean-Ontarians. And they're all gonna be queer, but that's a given.

I may be slightly exagerating, but you get the intention behind it.

So, parallelly, something our unconscious minds do, when given no information about a character, is to imagine the default. And, where I live, the default is white, male, cisgender, straight, abled, thin, etc. I thought I was spared from that, until I read a novel that only revealed 3/4 in that the protagonist was Black. I had to sit down and rethink about how I perceived the world.

It was certainly a choice from the author, and also the cover art, to not describe or show the protagonist as Black from the start. I'm intrigued with that choice, I think I know where that can come from, but I'm tempted to do the exact opposite. Our goals are the same- more diversity in litterature, I'm just going to take a more direct way, at the surprise of no one.

So, I write a book. Here's the public presented with a new character. Maybe the cover didn't show him, but I have control over the words used to describe him. With the same care I use to describe skin (té con leche), a certain type of hair (curled, thick, strong), a certain kind of body (round face, broad shouldered, strong arms of a baker, soft middle with the strong core of the hardworker). And I'll add in pieces of what I know- great eyebrows, amazing eyelashes, moles everywhere.

And I know the white normativity (is that the word? i should be sleeping, words are already in bed) is so strong that people can even keep imagining a white person despite all that. So I give them no choice. I will give my character a name that sounds latino, so they can't escape it. I will give him three first names and two surnames like any of us.

Now, we arrive at the more technical side of it. I'm on the babynamer lists, on typical latin names for boys, et oh dear. Number 1 was my father's name. Number 2 is my brother's. The followings are all cousins, uncles. I'm also putting a lot of them aside for future kids.

I think I'm gonna go with Mateo. It has all the qualities I look for in a protagonist name: simple, memorable, sounds spanish without having a letter like j that just gets butchered by other people, wouldn't sound weird in a romantic or smutty scene, none of my cousins have it. The sounds are nice, it's different enough from the other main character and pairs well together. Mateo and Darius.

(Darius has been named after the Persian emperor, because I want to write a typical LOTR fantasy but with gay romance, but also my skin crawled at the idea of ther another fantasy book set in medieval white europe. My first book is in ancient Egypt for a reason.)

I have a lot of things I think about when chosing the name of a character, I'll post about it some more later if it interests some people.

[aristre]

omg those gojo cheating headcanons were so good 🤩walking in on gojo riding his bff is my dream 🤩🤩🤩🤩can i request toji x reader fluff <3 new challenge!!!!!!

babygirl im going to kill myself. my laptop restarted and it didn't save my beautiful wonderful draft. it was the most wonderful thing i have ever read and now its gone and i barely remember what happened. i am goign to actually kill myself. so hard. this is a terrible day for readers everywhere who have lost aria's toji x reader fluff headcanons. this is devastating. i will never come back from it

as much of the toji x reader fluff as i can remember

handsome men are as easy to find as loose change in the cracks of the sidewalk these days. this is how you find toji zenin in the streets and later lug him back to your apartment to keep. his name, though, you only learn two months later.

you complain about how he doesn't do the chores, how he leaves his clothes lying around, and how he hasn't paid a cent of the upcoming rent. he disappears for three days afterwards and you're fraught with worry thinking he's gone off and died somewhere on his own, but he returns with a face covered in blood and a wad of cash he calls rent. you quickly forgive him and learn not to ask him for rent again.

your cohabitation comes surprisingly naturally. you ask him where the milk is with your head in the fridge (i drank it all), where the remote is (under the cushion), and what he'd prefer for dinner (dunno, up to you). you call him a freeloader once in a while, more out of fondness than anything, but then he comes back with more money from dubious origins and you cut that out of your repertoire. you're just using me to launder your money, you accuse him, and he never thinks to correct you.

and one day you have a little too much to drink and your conversations become moreso did you buy condoms coming back, or okay, okay stop kissing me, i need to go work since you're not paying a cent, and then babe, please stop bringing me your weird money, i have no idea how you got this and i don't need to know.

he says he's a zenin one day. okay, you say. so are you a celebrity's kid or something? he says, no, i'm a zenin, we're a jujutsu clan. you say, so you're a famous martial arts family? and the stare he gives you afterwards is so scathing and incredulous you have no choice but to listen to his story.

he's a zenin and he's probably done all sorts of things to pay your rent, but you're five months into living together and three months into your relationship, so you decide you'll have to start laundering his money from now on.

and then you're six months into living together, four months into your relationship, two months late for your period, and your life changes. you don't have a ceremony, but he takes on your surname in the documents and you're happy enough as it is with him.

he says, what are we going to name the kid? and you think, and think, and think. names are not easy. neither is raising a kid. but you're happy with this freeloader of yours and can't imagine yourself any happier, so you put a hand on your stomach and say, well, i think megumi would be nice.

[usagiverse]

Hello, I totally love you art and designs.

The way the character sheets the expressions change when they show the body is just adorable, and that image of the princess! I'm like Leo! Do you have more designs like that?

By the way I also had that Yuichi's first name/surname debate, I loved your very complete answer.

And now my question I'm curious about Miyamoto and Yuichi's relationship in the image of the two of them together, Miyamoto looks kind of awkward, is it just my imagination?

Hi Nerish, thank you so much for the kind words and compliments! I think you're one of my earliest followers, so here's an official welcome to the blog!

By "designs like that" do you mean more references? I do not! I'm still planning on the story as it involves the already established characters, and they still have some time-period-specific designs that need to be officialized before I can finish their arcs. Other characters, as mentioned before, come in way later in the timeline. Our very first antagonist is one we already know, or at least, we have an idea of who / what. After that arc, we will see another antagonist, and that's where we can start seeing more characters & when I can post new designs. Unless you meant more designs like Princess Miya, in which... Yes, I do! I had a dream about someone posting Leochi art in a discord server, and Yuichi was wearing a uh..... playboy bunny outfit. At the time the dream happened, I thought it was stupid-- a rabbit in a sexy rabbit costume??? But then it got me thinking... first of all, to any NSFW artists out there, that's actually a genius idea, and secondly, I know how to turn a bad idea into a good one. Here are some concepts of a "Magical Girl" inspired AU of Shuji and Yuichi, whose powers are based on different types of flowers. I wanted to keep the same kind of Light VS. Dark theme, and this isn't an AU I will be actively pursuing, but it does exist out there now.

Shuji is based on a Balloon Flower, has a light, airy, and elegant kind of look, while Yuichi is based on a Himalayan Blue Poppy, and has a messy, rough, kind of luxurious feel to it. I like them, but they don't match each other. Most Magical Girl teams, I think, kind of look the same as each other, to signify they are a "team". This looks, well, not like that, lol. Also, couldn't decide if Yuichi should have an asymmetrical arm piece. Lots of strange design choices made here, but they're neat. Yuichi and Miyamoto... Well, I wanted to portray something between them in that image, but as you can see my art style was different then so the expressions are off, the posing is off, everything is... Off. I do think there is something there, though. Miyamoto is training under Yuichi to have the values of a Samurai, but he doesn't abide by them outside of the house. He believes house = safe, and outside = survival, much like Yuichi and Shuji do. Miyamoto is a Samurai at home, and a rogue outside, which is different than the twins who are Samurai all the time. Yuichi is older and wiser, but he has a kooky quality to him that makes Miyamoto question if he was right to train him. Imagine... you know your Uncle to be this funny, kind of hot-headed, stubborn, and even somewhat air-headed dum-dum that never takes anything seriously (from your POV). Then, the mask comes off and he is actually.. really, really strong. You knew that, but you didn't know he was willing to actually pin you against the wall, just to prove a point. It can be a little awkward to think that your Uncle is entirely capable of killing anybody including you, and he is training you to do the same thing. Miyamoto is by no means a pacifist, but he's a peacemaker. If he offers peace and the other side refuses, of course there will be war. But Miyamoto has never had to imagine that he needs to know how to do what Yuichi is training him for, and so, metamorphically, he puts down his sword and walks away from it all. It's a tough responsibility for him. He's not sure he wants to be a Samurai yet. And he has to face the fact that his strange, oddly chillax and really cool Uncle is trained to kill. So this stirs up his little angsty teenage phase, where he shows up to training late, leaves early, doesn't try as hard, and is often away from home. He loves his Uncle. They just gotta work it out is all.

[cassiopeiagarcia]

'Not Yasmin, Aladdin.' Completely unfazed by Yalina's threats ("I will bake you into my own very personal meatpie..." Okay, good luck getting Hércules to like you after that, were Cass' thoughts on the matter), she corrected the other girl, knowing perfectly well the smile that was drawing itself on her full lips had a name and a surname and belonged to someone other than herself. 'Do you really see me as a princess in distress? Ah no, I'll be the gentle thief that steals everybody's hearts.'

Wanting to keep the secret... well, a secret, for a little bit longer, she pressed her lips together as she imagined Yalina painted in blue, coming out a rubbing lamp. Deciding it somehow made sense, although she couldn't be sure why, she shrugged. 'You can be the genie.' Conceding, magnanimous, like a queen of old. Blonde curls that escaped from her messy bun surrounding her features, framing them, bouncing around as she nodded. Suddenly, a mischievous spark in her dark, chocolate brown eyes. 'Hérc can be the monkey.'

Laying on the bed, next to her friend, she thinks on how to give her the news. A big reveal, with glitter and confetti would have been her preferred option. That wasn't really a possibility here. Biting the inside of her cheek, she decides to just. Say it directly. 'I've met someone.' Someone was an understatement. She had met an absolutely fascinating human being that she couldn't stop thinking about. Afraid of giving it a name (Love? Infatuation?) but enjoying it all the while, a warm feeling spreading all over her chest, arms, legs. Saying it out loud made it all the more real, didn't it? 'It's... good. A little bit scary,' because they might die at any moment, after all, in games similar to that one they had played that night. The thought of it still made her skin prickly, like a cactus. 'But it... he makes me happy.'

We barely interact these days.

It was true. Their lives were like two straight lines that had at some point converged and, then, separated again. It was now up to them what to do with it. And Cass knew. Dismissing the most likely expired honey biscuits with a wave of hand, and instead holding Yalina's arm, she focused her gaze on the other girl's eyes, dead serious, a look most people didn't get to see in the Spanish woman. 'We have to interact more. We will interact more. Starting now. I'm not letting you go and I'm sleeping here. And we are cuddling!' Physical touch was more her thing than Yalina's. But, they were friends, which meant putting up with the other person's antics, no matter what.

And they'll keep being it. In and out of the Borderlands.

Death wouldn't do them part.

[from @cassiopeiagarcia]

❝ wait, did YOU say you wanted the last piece of pie in the fridge? 'cause i kinda just ate it... it was my right as sister in law ~ ❞

Yalina stopped rummaging the fridge having found the already empty plate that confirmed Cass's claims. She glared at the other women with the empty plate still in hand before rolling her eyes and tossing the plate back in the mini fridge. She jumped towards the bed and plopped down right next to Cass. "I stole that last piece of pie with so much difficulty while hiding from the prying eyes of the militants on round, so I can devour it alone but now puffff..... It's gone." She turned herself to her side so now she was facing Cass. Moving her hand under her head that elevated her slightly so she was eye to eye with Cass. "So you better find me something worth it, my dear sister in law, or else I will bake you into my very own personal meat pie." She smiles at her friend who seemed barely affected by it. She falls back on the bed while stretching her arms.

After a near death experience in the game tonight, Yalina and Cass had found themselves returning to their rooms earlier than the other beach members, having no energy left to socially interact with others or cause any trouble. But once a sense of boredom started to settle in, Yalina decided to drag Cass from her room back to accompany Yalina to her room, while complaining on how they hadn't spent quality time together in quite a while. And while it was just a playful remark, it was true. They hadn't properly hung out in weeks except of the casual hey's and hi's they had passed to each other if they ever bumped into the other ever.

Now they were in Yalina's room with some almost expired face masks and stolen snacks. "So other than stealing my pies and annoying Andro, what have you been doing? I barely see you around the beach. You haven't been doing any pranks either lately." Yalina sits up straight. She looks at Cass once again, before a smirk starts forming on her lips. "What have you been busy with? Also why was the 'Whole new world' playing so loudly in your room? Are you practicing to be Yasmin or something? Can I be your genie?" Yalina teases her as she lightly nudging her in the shoulder. "Spit out. What have you been hiding? Tell me before I force it out of you."

"I swear we both need to give each other a whole god damn newscast or something to update each other about our lives. We barely interact these days." Yalina mutters while letting her head fall down. She hated to even think about letting go of people. Let alone letting people that were close to her go. Maybe having a dead mother and an abusive father did that to you. She felt like she need to be always there to hold on to people. That if she let go even slightly they would slip away from her and get lost somewhere she couldn't reach them. She shook her head, letting go of her trail of thoughts and stuffing her face with some kind of honey biscuits. She passed the rest to Cass. "Try these. I hate it and my mouth suffered after eating this, yours should too."

[alcinadimitrescuwu]

The Little Night Visitors (An Alcina x Maiden Fanfic)

You are just heading up the stairs after a long day when you suddenly hear the doorbell resound throughout the castle.

This is odd. You and your wife Alcina weren’t expecting any visitors tonight. Oh, well. Might as well see who it is.

However, the possibility of an attack isn’t out of the question. You take your butterfly knife out of your boot and hold it behind your back just to be sure.

The doorbell sounds again, more insistent this time.

“Ok, I’m coming, I’m coming,” you call, shaking your head. “Geez. Impatient much?” you mutter to yourself.

You head over to the entrance and use all your strength to push open the double doors wide. Each weighed 100 pounds each and were not the easiest to swing open. You envied the ease with which Alcina could push them open with just the touch of her hand. When you finally manage to get them open, you look out and see…

Trick or treaters?

Yes, right before your eyes is a trio of three children with pillowcases open and expectant grins on their faces. Right behind them are their exasperated parents, still seeming to try and catch their breath.

“Trick or treeeeeaaat!” the children chorus together.

You smile. “Happy Halloween!” you say, surreptitiously putting your butterfly knife back in your boot. “I’m sorry but I don’t think I have any candy for you. We don’t really get many trick-or-treaters here at Castle Dimitrescu. Actually,” you amend. “You children would be the first.”

“Never mind the candy!” pipes up what you assume to be the oldest, dressed up as a vampire. “We wanna see her.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Her?’

“We wanna see the big lady!” chirps the littlest one, dressed up as a fairy princess. She bounces up and down on the balls of her feet in excitement. “Do you know if she’s around?” She swivels her little neck around looking past you, trying to catch a glimpse of your wife.

“M-maybe she’s busy,” says the middle child dressed up as Superman. You can tell he is trying his very hardest to remain brave. “She is one of the Lords of the village and I hear that’s a very important job.”

As if on cue, your wife’s voice rings out through the hall. “Draga mea? Is there someone at the door?”

Suddenly Lady Dimitrescu appears and the children erupt into cheers of excitement. Her forehead furrows in confusion at first, but her expression softens when she sees the trick-or-treaters. Alcina would never admit it, but she always had a soft spot for children.

The children may be ecstatic, but the parents are horrified. They drop to the ground before Alcina, holding their hands out in supplication, begging for mercy. “Pl-please forgive us, Your Ladyship,” the mother stammers. “We didn't mean to trespass on your property. The children wanted to see the Castle and we tried to stop them but they ran away before we could catch them.”

“Wooooaaahh,” Superman breathes, craning up his neck to take in the vampire woman’s staggering height. “You’re much bigger than I imagined!”

“Gheorge!” the father hisses. “Remember who you’re speaking to! This is Lady Dimitrescu!”

“Sorry, Lady D- Dimi- Deeme- Deemeetreek?” The child’s brow wrinkles in frustration as he tries to sound the surname out.

Alcina smiles gently. “My Lady also suits me just fine.”

“Ok!” says the little vampire. “Miss Lady it is!”

The little fairy princess shuffles her feet shyly. “You’re a lot prettier than I thought you’d be,” she says so quietly you and your wife have to lean in to hear it.

“Thank you, dear,” Alcina says. “That’s very kind.” To your surprise she bends down to her knees so she is eye level with the children, wincing as she hears the pops her joints make. Obviously they weren’t used to this position.

“Let's see what you’ve all dressed up as!” Alcina turns to look at each of the children in turn. “I see...a vampire!”

The child dressed up as a vampire grins toothily, showing off her fake fangs. Alcina smiles back, giving the child a glimpse of her real fangs, the points glinting in the harvest moonlight. The child gives a little shriek of delight.

Alcina then turns to the middle child. “The Man of Steel, I presume? That’s a very nice cape!”

“Thank you,” the little superhero murmurs. His gaze is cast to the ground but the tips of his ears are bright red. “My Ma made it for me!”

Alcina’s gaze finally rests on the smallest child. “And you must be a princess!”

“Not just a princess!” the girl corrects. “I’m a fairy princess! See?” She turns around and preens the gauzy wings that are strapped to her tiny shoulders.

Alcina’s aureate eyes widen in mock surprise. “A fairy princess? I hadn't seen the wings before now. Pray forgive my oversight, Your Highness.” With that, Alcina straightens and gives a deep and elegant curtsy.

“Ok, kids,” the father says, nervously wringing his hands. “I think we’ve taken up enough of Lady Dimitrescu’s time…”

“Wait!” the little vampire interjects. “Before we go, can you show us the thing?”

Alcina raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “I’m sorry, the thing?”

“You know!” The little vampire balls her hand into a fist before spreading her fingers in an imitation of your wife unsheathing her claws. “The thing!”

“Oh!” Alcina seems rather taken aback by the request. “I don’t know, it might be a bit too disturbing for children.”

“But we wanna see it!” The little vampire protests. She brings her hands together in a pleading gesture. “Pleeeaaaassse?”

The other two children also look at Alcina with beseeching eyes, and you feel Alcina’s resolve start to waver. Finally she takes a deep breath. “All right. But stand back. My claws can get rather long and I don’t want any of you to get hurt.”

The children step back immediately and Alcina stretches out her arm and unsheathes her claws. The trick-or-treaters gasp, oohing and aahing over the black leathery nails.

“Awwwwesoooome,” the oldest child breathes.

“How do you do that?” Superman asks, pushing his glasses up over the bridge of his nose. He seems to have gotten over his initial fear now that his curiosity has gotten the better of him.

The little fairy princess looks at your wife with concern. “Doesn’t that hurt you?”

Alcina flinches as she sheathes her claws back, cradling her hand and stretching the fingers experimentally. “A little,” she admits. “But I’ve gotten rather used to it over the years. I try not to unsheathe my claws too often.”

The mother has started to fidget nervously. “Children, we really must be getting back. It’s become so late.”

“Wait!” The little fairy princess interjects. “Can we take Miss Lady back with us?”

You can tell by the horrified looks on the parents’ faces that the answer will be a hard “no”. You turn and smile at the little girl. “I’m sorry, but I’m rather selfish. I’d like to keep my wife here if you don’t mind.”

“That’s ok!” the child replies without missing a beat. “You can come too!”

Alcina chuckles. “I’m afraid I can’t come with you. But if you ever would like to come over for a cup of tea with me sometime, I’d love to have you. With your parent present of course!”

The little fairy jumps up and down with excitement. “Yay! I’d love to! Thank you, Miss Lady!” In her excitement she runs over and gives Alcina a hug. Well, the child barely came up to more than Alcina’s knee, so she was actually hugging Alcina’s calf.

The mother was finally brave enough to come and dislodge the child from Alcina, scooping up the babe in her arms. To your shock, the young woman gives Alcina an apologetic smile. “Thank you for indulging them, Your Ladyship. I hope they weren’t too much of a nuisance.”

“On the contrary, I found them rather delightful.” Alcina gives the mother one of her rare genuine smiles. “You have a beautiful family. You’ve done a lovely job raising them, I can tell.”

“Thank you, my Lady,” the mother says, blinking gratefully at Alcina. She then turns to her family. “Now what do we say to Lady Dimitrescu?”

“Thank you, Miss Lady!” the children chorus before finally allowing themselves to be led away by their parents.

Before they turn the corner out of sight, you hear the little girl dressed up as the fairy princess declare, “When I grow up, I wanna be just like her!”

[kamyru]

Instructors mentioning their wives in front of their students (Shorts)

Jin Namba

"I know it's a hard chapter," Instructor Namba said to his students when they sighed for the nth time. "Luckily, I have this," he added with a smirk and started to draw a scheme from a folded piece of paper that saw better days in the past.

His students looked at him expectedly. With every single new word that appeared on the desk, their eyes started to shine brighter and brighter.

"You're a genius, Instructor, to find such an easy way to explain all of this."

Namba turned towards the source of the voice and let out a chuckle.

"It wasn't me who came out with this. It's my wife. She was also a student at Public Safety Academy and struggled with this. But you're right. She is a genius."

For a moment, Namba stopped writing and let himself drown in the thoughts about her. A big smile appeared on his face. He had to shake his head to make himself return to work.

"He's such a cutie," he heard one of the few female students saying to another student.

"Poor thing he is taken. But now I know that I won't get married if my future boyfriend doesn't have the same expression when he talks about me as Instructor Namba's when he talks about his wife."

Hideki Ishigami

Ishigami was ready to let his students go and wished them a good weekend. Yet, one of them gave him a confused look and made a mistake that kept everyone in their place.

"Won't we meet tomorrow too? It's written on the schedule that..."

The student was cut off mid-sentence by Instructor's scolding expression.

"How did you get in this Academy?" were his first words. Ishigami pinched his nose and straightened his glasses. "You didn't even read past the name or observe the different rank."

The other students exchanged looks between them, not understanding what was happening. From their faces, Ishigami guessed that all of them made the same mistake.

"If you had read the schedule more attentively, you would have seen that yes, the surname is Ishigami, but we have different ranks and first names. The Instructor you will meet tomorrow is my wife, not me," he explained the situation and sighed.

The students exchanged looks again. The fact that one of the most feared Instructors was married made them forget that they just got scolded.

Hyogo Kaga

Kaga sighed as he looked at his students getting drunker and drunker. He rolled his eyes every time one of them ordered a new drink, even if they were too wasted for this. He still had no idea what he was doing there, instead of spending some quality time with someone else. Though, that someone convinced him to go to this get-together with his students. So, he complied. Putting his vegetables on Shinonome's plate, Kaga stole the other Instructor's meat and chewed on it with a big frown on his face.

"You're just like my younger brother, who is in elementary school. You both hate vegetables while adoring meat," talked one of the students who still could form a whole sentence.

"There's only one person in this world who has the privilege of calling me out for not eating my vegetables. And it's my wife, not you, moron." Kaga's comment had a freshening effect on the group, who jerked in unison.

"I think there is more than one person," a soft voice talked from his behind.

Instantly, Kaga's face brightened. Moving aside, he made enough space between him and Ayumu for the woman who appeared a moment ago.

"I won't drink anything. I came to drive you home. But I can eat something while spending some time with you," the woman said with a big smile on her face while stealing some food from Kaga's plate. Everyone was in awe at how fast their frightening Instructor became a lovestruck teenager. Kaga couldn't imagine what would be their reaction if they saw how softly he held his wife's hand under the table.

Shusuke Soma

Soma looked at his students while they tried their best to write the test. Some of them even tried to cheat. Though, every time those students looked at him to make sure that he didn't see them, their eyes met. His eyes were too good.

That's one of the reasons why he observed when one of the female student's hair tie got ripped. The loose strands were falling in her eyes, bothering her. Checking his pockets, Soma found what he needed and walked towards her with a calming smile on his face. Without saying a single word, he handed one hair tie to the student. At first, she was confused. Then, Soma saw the light bulb lighting up inside her mind. A big smile appeared on her face.

"I saw pictures of how you looked in the past. Do you still have the habit of keeping hair ties even after you cut your hair?" the student asked while getting her hair in a ponytail.

Soma sensed the slight change in her voice. He was a detective that used flirting as a way to get information. How could he not understand when someone was using the same tactics on him? Crossing his hands on his chest and making sure that his left ring finger was visible, he gave her a frightening smile:

"No. My wife sometimes loses her ties, so I always keep some for her."

The student gulped and watched him walk away. She started to panic when she understood that there were only ten minutes left, and she lost so much time while unsuccessfully trying to seduce her happily married Instructor.

Seiji Goto

"And that's how..." Goto's lesson was disturbed by a soft knock. The Instructor answered with just as soft "Come in" and smiled when he saw the person who entered.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Seiji, but Ishigami needs you after the lesson," the woman said while looking at his students. Goto nodded and smiled at her. She bowed to the class before leaving them and whispered a "Good luck" to their Instructor.

Before he could return to his lesson, one of the best yet cockiest students asked Goto who the woman was.

"It's the other Instructor Goto. You will meet her in the next semester," he explained with a soft smile on his face.

"Are you related?" another student asked.

"Yes. She's my wife," the Instructor answered and turned his face to the whiteboard, trying hard to hide his blushing face. They were together for years, and half of them were married. Still, every single time someone asked him about her, Goto couldn't help but get flustered.

Ayumu Shinonome

Instructor Shinonome wasn't the youngest Instructor this time, though he was even more popular. Some of his students were bolder than the previous generations. Their antics gave him some good stories to tell at the end of his day.

While teaching the students ways to interrogate, he remembered mentioning Kaga's seductive traps. Though, Shinonome didn't expect his students to use them on him when he told them to exercise for the rest of the lesson.

One of the female students in his class looked at him under her fluffy eyelashes. Shinonome let her enjoy her time for a few minutes. Though, when she tried to put a hand on his hand, and the other one was in the process of loosening her tie, he knew that it was time to stop.

"I appreciate that you listened attentively to my lesson, though you have to work on your attention and deduction skills," the Instructor smirked at her. She gulped audibly when she finally saw the wedding band on his ring finger. "I'm married. It won't work on me," Shinonome continued. Though, a barely visible soft smile appeared on his face. It would be a fantastic story to tease his fantastic wife at home.

[amane-by-together]

Hanafuda || Amane Yugi

(Part 2 of 10)

genre: fluff, school, slice of life, modern au (where all wonders live)

warnings: cursing, grocery puns

summary: amane yugi spends his school days skipping classes until he meets [name] [surname], a student from the other class, who was also skipping classes and eventually the two of them formed a platonic friendship. cutting classes and playing hanafuda together strengthens their friendship but soon unexpected feelings blossom between the two.

[name], for the first time in weeks, finally decided to take just one class for the sake of her attendance. In Amane's case, he almost forgot where he was seated but thankfully he remembered that he sat behind Yashiro Nene.

“Why the hell do I have to go to class, cheese and fucking fries.” [name] grumbled under her breath. “Just one whole class for this day and the rest I'll skip,”

“[surname]-san!” [name] frowned at her guy classmate (or does she even remember him) who was standing in front of the entrance blocking her way. “It's a rare thing for you to come to class.”

“Mind your fucking business you person I don't bother to remember.” [name] wore a distasteful expression to the guy so that he will know that she ain't interested in playing with him. “First thing in the morning and I'm already pissed as hell.”

[name] lazily made her way to her designated desk and sits down. Everyone stared at [name], who was currently confused why they had their eyes on her. She suddenly became uncomfortable. “What?” she said in a cold tone. “The fuck are you all looking at?”

In fear, everyone turned their heads back and continued what they were doing. [name] rolled her eyes, she didn't have any time to deal with their shit.

‘I'm gonna go out after lunch, I hope Amane-kun was there, otherwise it'll be lonely...’ [name] rests her cheek on top of her palm, looking at the board with an unamused expression. ‘I've been hanging out too much with Amane-kun, if only we're both classmates—’

“[surname]-san.” [name]'s thoughts were interrupted by her teacher's voice. She tilted her head waiting for another word. “Someone wanted to see you.”

‘Who tf—?’ The annoyed female stood up from her chair, she let out a small sigh. Who would want to see [name] in the middle of the class? Well maybe that someone would return something to her, the thing is, she didn't lent anything amongst the hundreds of students in the school. Then, who could it be?

“Sir, may I ask who?”

“Yugi from Class A.”

[name] blinked. “P-pardon?”

“He wants to give you something.” [name] swore she saw the teacher smirk at her. The whole class looked at [name] again but this time they were mentally teasing her.

Tsukasa's eyes widened in pure shock, he glanced over to [name] and smiled brightly. “[name]-chi is Amane's girlfriend?”

And soon everyone started to fangirl loudly. [name] facepalmed really hard muttering “Shut the fuck up.” under her breath multiple times. Her ears started to burn because of embarrassment. “You all must be mistaken.” she chuckled nervously. “We're not dating.”

“Hmm, then explain why I always saw you two together during lunch?” Tsukasa asked with a teasing glint in his eyes. [name]'s eye twitched in annoyance now that the younger twin seems to be supporting the idea of she and Amane being together.

“Uh, can I go now?” [name] pointed at the door wincing to escape the situation. “I can't let him wait that long.” She walked out of the classroom and saw Amane waiting for her outside with his hands on his back. Was he hiding something?

“Amane-kun.” The said boy had his head perked up to her direction, [name] went over to him and shot her hand up. “Yo.”

“Why is everyone staring at us?” Amane pointed at his finger towards the group of classmates peeking over to the two teens.

“Don't mind them.” [name] swats her hand. “Anyways, why did you call me?”

Amane gave her a small paper bag. [name] blinked twice and gently grabbed the bag. “What's this?”

The choppy haired boy's cheeks turned red and started talking in pout while looking away. “It's a bracelet...” he murmured. “They're matching bracelets, I'm currently wearing mine.”

“You bought this for me?” [name] resisted the urge to hug Amane, if only her classmates weren't watching her. She smiled, pink dusted upon her cheeks. “Thanks Amane-kun.”

“I-It's no big deal, really, but I'm glad you like it.” Amane sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while grinning.

[name] placed her hand on his shoulder, stood on the tips of her toes slightly and whispered something on his ear. “By the way do you want to skip classes after lunch?”

“I kinda plan to do that so I guess it's a yes.” Amane whispered back at her.

“Yeah, we're definitely skipping again.”

The two of them broke down in a fit of giggles as they pulled away from each other. “Hey [name], do you have plans later?” he asked.

“Not really, why'd you ask?”

Amane's cheeks started to burn again, he gained a little confidence and looked at [name] in a flustered state. “Well, why don't we go somewhere else after school? Just the two of us?”

“Of course.” [name] answered. Amane let out a sigh of relief and smiled back at his female friend.

“I gotta go back to class.” Amane patted her shoulder before dashing off towards his classroom. “I'll see you later!”

“You too,” [name] had her hand slightly raised up. She let out a small chuckle and looked at the paper bag. “Amane-kun, you really are a wonder...”

She quickly switched back to her aloofness and glared at her classmates. “The fuck are you all looking at?” she asked as her classmates hurriedly went over to their desks. “Honestly, when will they learn not to meddle in a private conversation.” she murmured right before she entered the classroom

“I don't fucking get this projectile motion.” [name] was in a state of existential crisis remembering the physics lesson that they tackled during class. “Did I really skip that much?”

“In my case I only understood Earth and Life Sciences.” Amane changed his school shoes and placed them inside his shoe locker. [name] waited for him, placing her hand on her waist and whistled a little bit. After that the two of them started to walk next to each other. “[name]-san, did you notice that everyone was staring at you?”

“You didn't think it was you who they were staring at?” [name] scratched her head, her silver bracelet was twinkling against the sunset.

“Nope.” Amane answered. “It's definitely you, must be because you're pretty.”

[name] lets out a weird sound of disbelief and shock. Amane stopped on to his tracks as he realized what he had said. “I-I mean, yeah you are pretty, n-not gonna lie t-though.” he stuttered with a blush forming on his visuals.

“S-sorry.” It was [name]'s turn to blush, she looked down on her feet as her bangs were covering her eyes. “I-It's just no o-one h-has ever called me p-pretty before.”

“I-I always f-find you pretty so...” Amane can feel his whole face burning like embers. The two of them made eye contact and it felt like time had stopped between them. “If you like, I'll gladly call you pretty everyday...”

“Amane...” [name] covered her whole face to muffle her words. She felt so flustered and she didn't know what to do. Amane averted his gaze from her and blushed. “Screw you—”

“I'm sorry but I'm not lying.” Amane cleared his throat, an evident blush was still on his cheeks. “Let's go to the mall, do you want to eat some donuts?”

“Yeah dude!” [name] tries to lighten up the mood so that it wouldn't be awkward anymore. To be fair, Amane was on the attractive side in her opinion, she doesn't really find herself pretty but people have different perspectives anyways.

[name] wouldn't deny it though, Amane has nice visuals and...hands, they looked really soft and warm, she sometimes imagine what would it be like if they held hands. Other than that, he is an affectionate and sweet, then he turns into a sadist and a tease sometimes. “I never got to ask you this [name]-san but are you going out with someone?”

“I never had a boyfriend or a girlfriend.” [name] replied. “No one really confesses to me at some point so basically I'm single, must be nice having one though..” she mumbles the last part.

“I guess everyone must be blind...” Amane muttered to himself before walking ahead, leaving [name] clueless, and then she catched up next to the choppy haired boy.

“Amane-kun, I hope you don't mind but I'm gonna buy some groceries along the way.” [name] puts her hands behind her back. “After that, we can get some donuts and roam around.”

“Sounds like a great idea.” Amane reluctantly agrees with her. [name] wrapped an arm around his shoulders and grinned as he uttered an 'oof' from his lips.

“I love your gift by the way.” [name] raised her wrist in front of Amane to show her that she's wearing the bracelet. Her eyes widened in joy and pointed out the matching bracelet around his wrist. “And we're matching~!”

But then [name] flicked his forehead. “Ow!” Amane held his forehead while slightly whimpering. “That hurts.” he pouted. [name] let out a plfft sound from her lips, she reached over to rub his throbbing forehead.

“That's for excusing me out of class and my classmates started to tease me that you're my boyfriend.” she chuckled, then she switches to an annoyed tone. “Then your brother called me Nee-san just to tease me.”

Amane stifled a laugh. [name] puffed her cheeks at him angrily. “Oi! It's not that funny!” she harrumphed. She looked like an angry pouting mochi rather than an angry person.

“Hmm~?” Amane cheekily smirks at the latter, he leaned next to her to continue teasing her. “Nee-san~?”

“Don't call me Nee-san you idiot!” An irk mark appears on the side of [name]'s forehead as she reached over to pinch his cheek. “Honestly, you're such a tease.”

“Only for you~” Amane ruffles her hair making it messier than it is. [name] sighed asking how the hell did she end up being friends with Amane who is one hell of a tease.

After a few minutes of teasing and cheek pinching, the two teens arrived at the mall. [name] and Amane went to get some groceries first. “All of these bananas but you can't even notice my peelings.” [name] faked a sniff while putting the bunch of bananas inside the basket that Amane was holding.

“I don't understand why you needed six cans of sprite, can't you buy 7up instead?” [name] silently wheezed as she smacked his shoulder, earning a laugh from Amane.

“Shut up, I don't have—thyme for that.” [name] puts some spices inside the basket. She grabbed some bread from the bread aisle. “I also knead bread too.”

“I also have a grocery joke but aisle tell it later.” Amane added while laughing. [name] bursted out giggling, clutching on to her stomach. “Okay we better stop, the old couple beside us were giving looks of suspicion.”

“O-kale then.” [name] and Amane entered one of the aisles. “Grate minds think alike.”

“Do you live alone [name]?” Amane asked all of a sudden. He doesn't know any much about [name]'s family or background, heck, he doesn't even know if she had siblings.

“I live with Yako-neesan and my little brother.” [name] places some products inside the basket. “Why?”

“Just asking.”

“You seem curious about my family background.” [name] laughs softly while putting two carton of milk in the basket. “My parents are both abroad, my little brother and I lived in Yako-neesan's apartment, which is our cousin.”

“You're an older sibling?”

“Well yeah,” [name] beckoned Amane to follow her to the next aisle. “Maybe you can come over and play with him, he doesn't mind talking to older guys.”

“Did I mention that he wanted to meet you though?” [name] tilted her head towards his direction with a pack of strawberries on her hand. “You two will definitely get along.”

“What was Tsukasa like in class if I may ask?” Amane asked again, sure, even though the younger twin has a life of his own, he can't help but to be concerned with him.

“How the fuck should I know?” [name] raised her eyebrows and tossed the pack of strawberries in the basket. “I skipped a lot of classes so I didn't really pay attention to Tsukasa-kun.”

“It's like you skipped a lot than I did.” Amane sheepishly chuckles but he deadpanned afterwards. “But I can't get a damn thing about Maths.”

“I think we crossed the whole list.” [name] tells Amane with a thumbs up. The two of them went to the lane with few people. [name] whipped out her wallet when it was her turn to check in. “Omigod. Do I really have to carry them all?”

“I could help you carry them.” Amane suggests. [name]'s heart suddenly skipped a beat, she nodded slowly meaning that she needed his help to carry them.

“There sure were a lot of people in the donut shop.” [name] sighed in a low spirited tone while holding the paper bag filled with donuts. Currently, Amane and [name] were eating donuts with their backs against the wall. “Here's yours Amane-kun.”

Amane took a bite of the plain donut and started munching on it. They were freshly cooked so that's why it tasted good. “So [name], are you going to class tomorrow?”

“I was gonna plan to attend one whole class in one week.” [name] answers while eating her cream-filled donut. Truth to be told, she didn't feel guilty about skipping classes, it was only her escape from pressure and stress in school. “How about you?”

“I guess I'll skip tomorrow.” Amane took out a piece of his donut and showed it to [name]. “Want some?”

“Sure. Thanks.” [name] opened her mouth waiting for Amane to plop the piece of donut inside her mouth. He blushed at the thought of his fingers might brush against her lips. Amane plopped the bite inside her mouth which [name] ate it gratefully. “Here have some of mine in exchange.” she says while handing him the donut.

Amane takes a bite of the cream-filled donut. He glanced over to [name] and saw that there's a bit of cream near her lips. “Hold on,” he pointed at her face. “Um, you got some cream on the side of your lips.”

“Huh? Here?” [name] pointed at her face. Amane shakes his head since she can't see where he was pointing. He sighed and reached over to wipe the cream off her lips using his thumb and quickly licked it.

Amane smirked slyly at her. “The cream does taste good.” he said in a playful way. [name]'s face grew red at the sudden action that he did, he decided to tease her a little bit so he moved his face closer to hers. “You seem a little flustered~ hmm~?”

[name] leaned back and averted her gaze from him. “Well, that looked like an indirect kiss.” she protested while pouting slightly. Amane let out a light chuckle and smiled.

“Sorry, I can't help but to tease because you're so cute.” He said with a slight smirk and he reached over to lightly pinch her cheek. “Your cheeks are red~”

“Ok, that's enough.” [name] pried his hand off her cheek and rubs it a little. Amane stares at her in a lovestruck awe, the way she blushes and pouts made him feel like he just wanna hold her protectively in his arms. “I finished my donut, let's get going now.”

The two of them got out of the mall. The skies were as pink overlayed with an orange color that the sun was setting. Amane stared at [name]'s hand, he blushed at the thought of hold it. “[name]-san...” he came to a halt.

“Yeah?” [name] said.

“Can...I...?” Amane looked down while mumbling incoherently. [name] tilted her head in confusion as he waits for him to speak. Amane must have looked like a strawberry right now. His eyes meet hers as he gains a bit of confidence. “C-Can I hold your hand?!” he asked with a hint of embarrassment.

[name]'s cheeks turned red at the sudden request. She stared at her own hand and then his hands, for some reason his hand looked warm. “T-that was a strange thing to ask, I'm sorry—” Amane swats his hand in denial.

“Sure...”

“I'm sorry, what?” Amane's eyes widened. [name] turned away from him and blushed intensely, he looks at her hand. “You don't mind right? Me holding your hand...?”

“Mhmm...” [name] brushes her hand against his so that Amane would know that it's okay to hold her hand. Amane laced their hands together, tenderly holding her hand. [name] can hear her heartbeat hammering inside her chest. “You really like being coddled, huh?”

‘Her hand feels soft.’ Amane looked at their hands linking with each other. ‘They fit so perfectly with mine...’

“Shall we continue?” Amane asked with a shy smile. [name] hummed in agreement as the choppy haired boy gripped on to her hand softly, grinning at the female. “Let's take you home then~”

The two teens started walking together hand in hand, feeling each others warmth till the tips of their very own fingers. Amane mumbled something under his breath.“I love you,”

“Eh?” [name] didn't quite hear what Amane just mumbled.

“I meant your hands!” Amane blushed that he accidentally slipped that out but thank god she didn't hear it. “I love your hands——They're really cute!”

“Well your hands are pretty much gorgeous than mine, you have long fingers...” [name] raised their intertwined hands together in front of Amane and smiled softly. “See, our hands pretty much fit together.”

“Yeah...” Amane smiled contently, hoping that this moment will never end. If [name] continues to act like this around him,

Then, he would most likely to fall for her even more.

-end of part 2-

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