#in careless kitten it's like sure he's in a hurry

[radondoran]

may i direct your attention to these scenes from The Case of the Drowning Duck and The Case of the Careless Kitten in which Perry Mason is casually naked in front of Paul Drake

(like i'm sure this was perfectly normal for men in the early 1940s but to me it feels STRIKINGLY INTIMATE)

[maizumis]

Hi I am that childhood photos anon and my careless ass forgot to mention my preferred guys. Please make it with possibly Kuroo, Daichi and you can add more characters if you feel like. So sorry for the inconvenience.

— HAIKYUU BOYS WITH BABY FEVER AFTER SEEING YOUR CHILDHOOD PICS

ft. timeskip!kuroo tetsuro, daichi sawamura, atsumu miya, suna rintaro, iwaizumi hajime

note: reblogs are appreciated, implied female reader ‼️ what a lovely request<33 don't worry nonnie, I forget those things a lot too 🥴 no proofread

❦ KUROO was going thru is old university books in the shelf, he was looking for a specific pair of notes that he had on his third year of uni “finally! found ‘em— oh?” he quirked a brow when a photo came down to the floor of the apartment, quickly bending down to grab it and flip it so he could look at it; there you were in all your glory, chubby cheeks and two teeth in the front of your mouth “kitten! come here” for sure he is gonna tell me an other corny jokes of his, you thought “what tetsu’? ” he handed you the picture before speaking his mind “why you didn't tell me you were a cute baby? makes me wanna have my own” butterflies in your tummy and your heart beating fast as ever “tetsuro! don't say stuff like that out of no where” he slipped his arm on your waist and brought closer to him “but did I lie?”

❦ DAICHI plopped himself on the bed after a long day of work; he went thru your night drawer that had is Sudoku book, ready to spend the next hour or so playing a little– before closing the drawer a baby photo caught his eye, watching closely he noticed it was you, he would recognize this eyes everywhere “dai, that shower was amazing, my back feels brand new” you were freshly out of the shower, sitting down on corner of the bed to put lotion on “hey, what if we have a kid?” the lotion in your hand now stripping down to the floor, the carpet floor, and your eyes wide open looking at nowhere specific “dai– why so suddenly" he sat down on the bed and in one motion brought you back to his chest “because you were a cute baby" he landed a kiss on your neck that made turn your head to the side “and I want a cute baby”

❦ ATSUMU was opening that last box in the new apartment, he was feeling so proud of himself and you for finally achieving one of the big goals you two had– it seemed like something distant and now he has it in front of his eyes; the box had all your old stuff, including the letter he wrote for you the last year of high school because he was to shy the say it out loud and just right under it was your picture, baby butt cheeks in all their glory while you were happy at the beach, he laughed at the picture and quickly called you upstairs “babe, what if we recreate the picture?” you rolled your eyes with a playful smack on his chest “we can't go naked to the sea, tsumu” he raised both his brows I'm confusion to your response “i wasn't talking about us, darlin’ ”

❦ SUNA scrolled down his phone while you rested on his lap, head comfortably resting against his thighs; a loud ping! came out of his device, checking it, it was a message of your mom– a cute photo of your face full of paint, with a smile so big that your eyes were practically closed and the comment of ‘hurry up! I want grandkids’ didn't go unnoticed by him “look, angel” he showed you the picture “aaaaaw~ I was a pretty baby indeed” he silently nodded while patting your head “i think we should do what your mom asked” “what did she asked for?” he handed you the phone, again- and you saw it, the gentle comment of your mom asking for grandkids “rintaro! why so out of no where? gosh literally over five years of relationship and I still get shy”

❦ IWAIZUMI saw you were with a huge box full of stuff in front of you, lots of tiny toys and onesies around you “baby? all okay?” is not like he was worried, he just didn't understand what you were doing? “oh! yes ‘m fine haji, going thru my baby stuff, you want to see a photo?” he noddle before sitting beside you, the palm of his hands instinctively coming to your thigh “look! this is my first birthday, I was so cute~” he took the picture out of your hands so he could appreciate it better “you were really cute babe, makes me wonder when are we gonna have a family of our own” once he realised what he said his cheeks were burning red, looking at the floor afraid to meet your gaze that unknown to him it was the same as his own, your heart beating faster than it probably should “ I- I mean... we could try I guess?”

[imjeralee]

i request that you drink plenty of water and take care of yourself !!! ·o·b after thats done, came i pretty please get headcanons with link, Kaeya and maybe Childe about an s/o who draws them one day as a confession and gives it to them? :) (maybe they already knew and saw them drawing them before ? who knows) thank you in advance!!

Thank you anon! *looks at cup of green tea beside laptop* yep I think i’m doing well in keeping myself hydrated recently hehe but thank you :3

Anyway please see below for the ask! (it’s pretty long)

Link

He was grooming one of the ponies when he saw you standing behind a tent peeking at him curiously and when he turned round properly, you quickly scampered away and he got worried so he followed you to the room you share to see you sitting on the bed with a wine red book propped up in your lap but upon his return, you immediately hid it behind your back, smiling widely at him

He wonders what it was but decides not to pry, but he later discovers it was actually a sketchbook when he’s packing up for tomorrow and you’re taking a bath and the sketchbook drops out of your pack and onto the floor, opening at a random page

He picks it up with the intention to return it to your bag but then he sees the various drawings of him in his Ancient Armour set, Hylian and Snowquill set. They’re fully coloured and it looks like you’ve spent hours on them. He didn’t know you were this artistic and wondered why you hid this from him

The date you wrote on the bottom of the page indicates that you drew all this in one day! He’s super impressed

Then he sees the note you wrote below: “To my Dearest Link, I hope you like my drawings of you. All I can think about is how lucky I am to be able to be by your side, you’ve changed my life for the better and-”

Obv half complete so now he knows why you didn’t want to show him and he respects your privacy, so he puts the sketchbook away 

Outside, he sees Beedle and goes over to see what’s new for sale. Beedle has some cool art stuff (well, it’s more like stuff that can be used for dye but can also be used as paint) so he buys some for you as a present which he will give to you later.

Next day, you get chased by a group of Bokogoblins and the book and all your drawing supplies drops out from your bag. 

You didn’t see it drop and returned to the stable, ransacking your bag like crazy only to find your stuff missing

When you realise everything must have dropped out when you got chased, you quickly leave the stable to go back to the area but it’s thunder and lightning so Link chases after you

“Link, what are you doing? Go back, the weather’s awful.” You tell him but he shakes his head, unable to leave you alone in the rain like this

He helps you with your search and you end up locating your book and your supplies which are lying in the mud

The book has been trampled over and some of the pages have been torn out. The remaining pages are soaked with dirt and grime. Your pencils are snapped in half and your paints have been left to bleed all over the grass. All of your drawings are ruined, too. This is your worst nightmare.

Link observes you silently as tears begins to form in your eyes and you look at him, sniffling slightly.

You’re experiencing a mixture of devastation, frustration, anger and exasperation - from your carelessness to the stupid bokogoblins - and this incident infuriates you so much you throw the book to the ground angrily

Before you can march away, Link grabs your wrist 

Turning round, your gazes meet and he looks at you softly, intently.

‘What’s wrong?’ he is saying. 

“I was going to use those to confess to you!” you end up roaring out by accident. 

Link looks at you, a little stunned

“N-Never mind! Everything’s ruined!!!!” 

You’re about to storm off again when Link suddenly pulls you into his chest and gives you a hug

“!” you’re so shocked you can’t speak

He pulls away though, and leads you to the hollow of a nearby tree trunk where he gestures for you to sit down to shelter from the rain whilst he glances around, then sprints back over to where the ruined sketchbook is

He picks it up and holds it against his chest as if it’s dear to him. That’s not all, you watch as he begins to pick up the remaining pages that were torn out and once he’s collected them all he returns to you, clutching the pages tightly

"Link...” you murmur breathlessly as he he kneels down in front of you before he fishes around in his pockets to reveal a random bunch of paint pots in his hand.

You’re a little confused, but realise he has some spares which he must have bought from a merchant

it’s not much but...

he nudges it to you for your offering

You gawp at him for a few moments before you smile and chuckle and upon seeing you back to your usual self again, Link smiles and helps you back onto your own feet to stand

You thank him as you cradle the paints to yourself. You will need to restart from scratch from somehow it feels ok and something tells you you don’t need to hide it from him anymore

And you return to the stable, sheltering from the rain by sharing a large leaf together

Kaeya

Let’s begin with the fact that alongside you, there is a maid who also likes Kaeya as much as you do and she’s a bit of a sneaky bugger and you don’t show your drawings to anyone or watermark your artwork until they’re complete. You can probably see where this is going

One day, Kaeya finds out you are drawing a picture of him when he comes to your office to inform you that there’s a group of abyss mages outside Mondstadt so you hurry off to dispatch it and leaving Kaeya in your office

He accidentally comes across your drawing when he sees his face on a piece of parchment and his interest is piqued so he heads over to check it out

It’s a really good sketch!!! the amount of detail is insane! he had no idea you possessed such skill and who knew that you could create such beautiful art like this? He also finds some rough doodles and sketches you made earlier on some scrap paper you had also written on so he knows it’s you

Anyway, he puts everything back to join you in battle, but not before passing a maid along the way who is heading to your room to clean up

She comes across your drawing and she’s always fancied Kaeya herself, so for some reason other than just thinking she might be able to get away with it if she’s sneaky enough, she takes your drawing and sets off with it

Meanwhile, you return to your room after the battle, take off your coat and sit comfortably in your chair, reaching for your quill

“Ah, time to get back to my drawing of Kaeya.” you say with a smile, looking at your desk.

Wait a minute.

Something is wrong.

Very wrong.

It’s GONE!

After checking the rest of your office (and its clearly not there), you rush outside, wondering what happened to it when you see Kaeya and a maid talking in the corridor

they didn’t see you, so you quickly hide

“Please accept this, captain Kaeya!” gushes the maid, presenting your drawing to him. “I drew this picture of you to show how much you mean to me.”

What in the Samachurl shit is this? 

You’re about to storm over when Kaeya takes the drawing with a delicate brow raised, studies it intently and goes, “Oh? But I’m not so sure about that.”

“W-what do you mean, Captain Kaeya?”

“There’s no watermark on it,” he points out, “....one could’ve taken anyone’s artwork and claim that it’s theirs.”

“T-That’s - ! Ah, Captain Kaeya, h-how could you think so lowly of me?”

“I’m only just stating some simple facts, that’s all. You won’t hold that against me, will you? And I’m certainly not accusing you of anything...unless you...?”

“Oh....uh....I...I-I’m so sorry, Captain Kaeya, you’re right! I-I....please excuse me!”

The maid’s too embarrassed to proceed any further and leaves, running away.

Indeed, what in the samachurl hell had just happened? 

It goes quiet and you wonder if he’s still there; you step out of your hiding place only to go nose-to-chest with Kaeya.

He greets you with a smirk. “if it isn’t the little kitten, what are you doing here?”

“Um...uh, I....that....that drawing - “

What he said is right, there’s no watermark. How can you prove it’s yours? Would he believe you if you told him?

“Hm? Ah, yes, this drawing. I was going to keep it for myself.”

“No, wait! I mean...er...it’s not finished yet-”

“So you drew this then?”

“Yes, I did. it was me.” Though you wonder if he would believe you after everything you had just heard.

“Why?”

You lamely tell him you really like him and wanted to use it to confess to him.

He watches you for a few seconds, then hands the drawing to you. “I’ll wait until you’ve finished then.”

“Huh?” You gasp. He gave it back to you so easily despite what he said to the maid! “You...you’re not-”

“I knew it was you who drew it. I recognised your style.”

“Then why didn’t you say so earlier?”

“If I said so earlier, how else would I get you to confess to me?”

“KAEYA!!!”

(from then on he’ll want you to draw him more often)

Childe

Saw you sitting on the grassy hill near Qingxu Pool drawing earlier and because he is good at sneaking up on people, you didn’t hear him as he casually leaned over to peek over your shoulder and said, “Hey girlie, what’re you up to?”

You’re like “UWAGH!” and quickly close your sketchbook before turning round to see Childe.

“N-nothing!” you exclaim, before you get up and run down the hill, leaving a very amused Childe on his own

Later, when you’ve finished your masterpiece, you nervously approach Childe and tell him, “Um....this is for you, let me know what you think.” before rushing off in a blushing mess and Childe will open the sketchbook to see that you’ve drawn a very nice portrait of him in a battle stance, wielding his bow, surrounded by his hydro blades

Childe stands, staring at the picture

Then he sees the words ‘do you like me?’ scribbled at the very bottom

Childe staring hard now

He’s used to giving people gifts but now that he’s received something so thoughtful, he’s a bit overwhelmed. he can tell you put so much effort and hardwork into this. Ah, what is this feeling? 

He closes the book without further ado and scrubs a hand over his face

he actually wasn’t expecting you to do this. he knew you were drawing him but the result is really....something else

You don’t hear him from Childe in a few days and you are so nervous and worried.

Is this a rejection? Maybe he didn’t like your picture after all...

You’re walking in the streets and sigh and sit on the stone steps of Liyue, staring at the sea, upset and dejected

But then you hear a whistle from behind and throw a glance over your shoulder to see Childe standing on a higher step, a hand in his pocket

“Hey girlie, heads up,” he tosses a paper plane into the air which makes this little loop before you stand to catch it

Looking up, Childe has gone

You unfold the paper plane to its proper size to reveal that Childe’s drawn a little sketch of you in return and he has written: ‘Yes I do’.

[bittermuire]

When the pieces fell together

Some Gwynriel angst centered around the Necklace! I’ve been putting this off for far too long so I’m glad to get it off of my list😅

Anyway, please enjoy :)

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Elain’s head was cocked like a bird’s.

“That’s… my necklace.” Her voice was quiet.

For a moment, Gwyn wasn’t sure what she meant. Her necklace? No, this was Gwyn’s, and it had been for months. Her hand instinctively flew up to grasp its chain; whether it was some possessive instinct or out of sheer confusion, she didn’t know.

Elain’s necklace?

No, this is mine.

This is my necklace.

Then Elain’s eyes flitted to something behind her.

Not something. Someone.

No, this is…

Despite herself, Gwyn could feel the stray pieces falling together as she turned to see this someone—although she was sure she didn’t even need to see, because this someone was someone she knew very well, and she knew the way he thought and the way he lived, the way he acted out of fear and the way he could smile and laugh and pretend like the lies he’d told had been truths all along.

But she turned anyway, and the sight of him hurt worse than she’d thought it could.

He was very handsome tonight; then again, he always was. But tonight he was dressed elegantly, looked in every way the part of the high-born courtier. His hair was shining beneath the faelights and his eyes were dark and churning, dark and churning.

There was no good way to describe that look on his face. He looked like something deep inside of him had been cleaved in two, like every lie he’d told in his life had been revealed as such.

It’s only one lie, she wanted to tell him, despite her anger, because somehow she’d gone very far from herself when she turned to see him there. You’ll move on.

It was, perhaps, the most emotion she’d seen from him in a very long time.

Was it foolish that she’d hoped something would happen tonight?

Cruel, the way fortune and life intertwine: like wine-drunk, spiteful sisters.

She’d seen many cruel things. She’d lived many cruel things, too. This minute, this passage of time in which she stood between the shadowsinger she loved and the fawn the shadowsinger loved, instead of her, the ruined priestess—it would pass, too.

And so she lifted her head, and she erased the hurt and anger from her face, and replaced it with what she had always tried hardest to push away. Cold, cool indifference.

You will be the one to tell me, shadowsinger, she promised herself, though she knew he heard her.

You will say the words.

And you will watch me walk away.

She met his eyes again.

•

Gwyn Gwyn Gwyn

Gwyneth Berdara, Gwyn, Gwyneth Berdara

Gwyneth?

His shadows were frantic. He had a faint idea of their panic; where she had always been kind and soft and receptive to them, now she was numb and unresponsive, refusing to let them curl about her fingers or caress her cheeks.

He was in a panic himself. He wanted to go to her—he wanted to go to his knees before her and apologize, and he wanted to see something other than this blank indifference on her face, but she was stubborn, he knew she was stubborn, and he had no idea, no idea—

You’re hurt, his shadows breathed to him. You’re hurt, but where?

He wanted to grab his face in his hands and scream. I don’t know. I don’t know where I’m hurt. I have no idea.

His shadows briefly cocooned him but then, as if in hesitance between who they wished to go to, they fled to Gwyn again. Still she was unchanged. They advanced to her and skittered back again and again, afraid and wanting all the same. Behind her, Elain’s face had fallen open in an expression of aching hurt. It was, he thought, nearly a comfort in comparison to the ice in Gwyn’s eyes.

“Gwyn,” he said, and took a step nearer to her. He struggled to push down the roaring of emotion brimming in his chest, brought to life by her name on his lips. “Gwyn, I—”

“This is Elain’s necklace?” she asked, in a flat, noncommittal tone. Her stance was that of a general’s.

No. No, that’s your necklace. It’s yours, Gwyn. It’s yours.

He swallowed. Tell the truth. Tell her the truth. “It was... it was hers, yes.”

Something snapped in her and something snapped in him; it snapped him in half and it snapped her into something even colder, more distant. Her voice was mottled as she stepped closer and growled, “Liar.”

Liar.

Her features, forever imprinted into his memory—beautiful and smiling, brow furrowed when she was tired, tip of her tongue out when she was concentrating, eyes squeezed shut when she was laughing—then twisted into something akin to disgust.

•

It was hers, yes.

It was hers, yes.

It was hers.

“Liar,” she murmured, deep in her throat, where the word was coughed up bloodied and ugly. With trembling fingers, she unclasped the necklace.

He was watching her closely. That word, liar, it struck a nerve. She could tell.

“I don’t want this,” she said quietly, and held it out. “Take it.”

Please just take it.

It’s only one lie.

He didn’t take it.

“It’s yours,” he said to her, and closed the distance between them until there were bare inches left. “Please, Gwyn. I don’t want it. It’s yours.”

She smiled wryly.

I’m far away, now. You can’t reach me.

“I think we both know that means nothing.” She grabbed his hand, placed the necklace on his palm, and then closed his fingers over it. “Thank you for the momentary beauty, Azriel. I enjoyed it, however fleeting it was.”

•

And then she left, walking with no hurry, as if she knew he wouldn’t follow.

Elain fled mere moments later. Her mate’s head snapped to follow her vanishing form, but he caught no more of the fox as he watched Gwyn go to Nesta and Emerie with a sterile grace, smiling and pecking them on each cheek, quipping and laughing, every bit the beautiful, courteous, careless priestess.

Their altercation, though earthshaking for him, evidently was kept within walls, judging from Nesta and Emerie’s shining faces and Cassian’s open grin.

Go to her, his shadows begged. Go, she’s there, she’s right there. Go.

I can’t.

You’re hurt, they told him again. Where are you hurt?

I don’t know. He wanted to cave in on himself as he watched her walk away, robes billowing behind her, like the rumbling of thunder before a great, magnificent storm. I don’t know where I’m hurt. I have no idea.

•

There was a knock at three in the morning.

She knew exactly who it was, and for some reason she still opened the door.

What a pain it is that we live in the same house.

They looked at each other for a long while. Words would cheapen what they were saying now, she thought. His shadows came to her, and she let them; they curled up like kittens on her shoulders.

“Gwyn, I’m sorry.”

I’m back, now. I took a bath and I plummeted to the ground.

She took a breath and let it go.

“I know you are.” There was a brief quiet. “I’m tired. Good night, Azriel.”

It’s only one lie. But you aren’t going to be able to sleep, are you?

His chest rose with words, but it flattened in the next moment.

“Good night, Gwyn,” he murmured, and turned back to the dark of the hall.

Try to sleep.

She let the words rest on the backs of the shadows as they drifted to the shadowsinger once more.

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So judging from the two angsty one-shots that I’ve written for Gwynriel, I think future angst fics are going to generally follow the same pattern. No screaming, yelling, or slapping, just a whole lot of quiet anger and leaving words unsaid. Also, Gwyn always ends up much more depressed than I intend for her to be 😭 poor bby.

@lovelywordsandwine, I hope you enjoy this one too!

[catspluscrows]

ᴄᴀᴜɢʜᴛ ᴍᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ | ᴄᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴꜱ

Pairing: Captains (Ushijima, Kuroo, Bokuto) x Gender Neutral Reader 

Warnings: Suggestive 

I went crazy on Ushijima’s and I’m not sorry. I also feel like these are all too similar, sorry 

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ᴋ. ʙᴏᴋᴜᴛᴏ

Bokuto loves PDA! He’ll hold you hand with no issues, hug you from behind. Bokuto will even pick you up if you let him! 

He’d love giving you rides on his shoulders. Doesn’t matter where you’re going or how much you weigh. He’s strong and he has good stamina. He’ll carry you to class if you ask. Even if you didn’t ask. 

I feel like he just loves touching you? In platonic and sexual ways. He’d be satisfied with just holding you to his chest or linking your pinkies. Bokuto just likes having you close to him. 

Sometimes Bokuto doesn’t realize that he’s in public. Like, he’d kiss you in front of his teammates the same way he would if you were just by yourselves. 

You’d have to remind him you’re in public. A lot. 

Bokuto pulled you closer to him with a smirk. His hands slid down to your waist, your chest being pressed against his. “Did you see me? I was pretty good, right?” 

“Of course you were!” You smile up at him. “You’re the ace after all Bokuto,” It was clear how his cocky smirk wavered when you called him the ace. Something about you mentioning his position made him fill with accomplishment. 

In his joy, Bokuto brought your lips together. It was a long, intense kiss and you pulled away from him with a smile. You didn’t stay away from him for long however, since he pulled your straight back to him. 

“Bokuto. We still have another match.” Akaashi tried to get his attention but failed, seeing Bokuto had already picked you up. After about a minute of heated kissing and nipping, you finally realized Akaashi was waiting for Bokuto. 

“Bo! You have another match,” 

“Can’t it wait?” You got out of his arms for him to grab your wrist. “I’d rather play with you babe.” 

ᴛ. ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ

Kuroo, like Bokuto, loves PDA. I imagine he’s a big fan of hugs and kissing your head. He’s a nerd who absolutely swoons at cute gestures like that. 

He’s softer with PDA. He’ll hold your hand and kiss your knuckles, but he usually won’t kiss you on the lips. Maybe if you asked but otherwise he’d stick to your nose, cheeks, and forehead.

Cuddling is super common for you two. In public and in private. If you’re sitting with him, anywhere really, he’ll pull you into his chest and wrap his arms around you. He’ll also use your head as a headrest if he can but stop if you complain about it. 

Unlike Bokuto, Kuroo actually pays attention to his surroundings, so you won’t catch him doing anything too graphic. Well, usually. 

“Hmm, Y/n,” Kuroo groaned as your teeth raked across his beautiful neck. His head was tilted back to allow you to do as you wished before he had to go home with Kenma. “Your teeth feel so good.” Another groan leaves from his throat gruffly, making you bite your lip. 

Kuroo notices the gesture and grabs your wrists. Looking at him in surprise, he smirks. Suddenly his tongue has darted out to lick a stripe up your neck. The cold feeling when he pulls away makes you shiver. “You’re so cute kitten,” His lips connect with yours shortly after the comment. 

Your hands find his hair as he nibbles on your bottom lip. His hands rest at your hips as he hoists you up against the wall, totally losing sight of where he is and what time it is. Well, until his phone is vibrating. 

The buzz makes Kuroo step away from you, setting you down onto your feet again. He sees it’s from Kenma. 

“I’m not going in there. I’m waiting outside so hurry up.” 

ᴡ. ᴜꜱʜɪᴊɪᴍᴀ

Ushijima doesn’t actively do PDA and he’s not against it either. It doesn’t occur to him that much to be honest. 

He wouldn’t stop you from holding his hand. He won’t stop you from hugging him usually either. But don’t expect him to initiate the action because he likely will not. Unless he's jealous. Then he’ll pull you closer to him without saying anything.

He does secretly love seeing you wear his clothing. Doesn’t matter if you’re 5’0 or 6’7. He loves seeing you in his clothes and he’s not sure why. The sight just automatically makes him so happy. 

Holding hands is another thing Ushijima likes. He’d even grab your hand from time to time. Seeing your hands in his does make him feel oddly soft. 

It’s hard to make Ushijima do anything risque with the possibility of his teammates finding out. Considering he is the captain and ace, he wants to make sure all members respect him. However, accidents happen. 

Ushijima didn’t know where his jacket was. He woke up early to see it missing in his drawer and when he checked the laundry room he had no luck too. Now he was searching in the storage closet, wondering if he got careless and left it in there from the day before. 

Instead of seeing his jacket on the hanger he sees it on your body. You’re busy looking for the air pump since Goshiki had told you about a deflated ball. You’re standing on a step stool, looking over the shelves for it. 

“Ah!” Your balance falters and you worry you’ll fall. Instead of falling down there’s warmth on your hips. “Thanks!” Glancing behind you Ushijima comes into your sight. “Hey Toshi! Thanks a lot-” 

You’re unable to continue speaking since Ushijima presses his lips against yours. It’s a shock but you don’t refuse it. You lean into his body and wrap your arms around his neck. While still kissing you, he picks you up bridal style. His lips move from your mouth to your neck, feeling his teeth scrape the skin. 

“I love seeing you in my jacket.” His voice is much deeper than normal. The sound alone makes you flush as he returns to biting a purple mark into your flesh. 

You’re too caught in pleasure to realize the door opened. Ushijima notices but doesn’t bother moving away from you. The underclassman has already seen it. 

“Ah! Y/n-san!” The boy timidly covers his face, making gaps in his fingers to still see you. Ushijima notices this and glares, still sinking his teeth into your collarbone. 

“Go away.” 

“Yes Ushijima-san!” Goshiki immediately leaves while closing the door, wishing he had just waited like Tendou said. 

You’re covering your mouth from shame while Ushijima only stares down at you. Grabbing your wrist, he moves it so you’re no longer hiding your obvious blush. Staring straight into your eyes, Ushijima calmly speaks to you. 

“Let’s get to practice.”

[hyenahunt]

Werewolf - 8 [END]

Writer: Nishioka Maiko

Season: Summer

Proofreading: 310mc (JP)

Translation: Bella & hyenahunt

Natsume: No. I didn't want to press the issue unless you wanted to tell ME. You told me on stage you wanted to smile and be happy with ME… So I decided I'd believe in YOU, and that I'd wait until you were ready to TALK.

[Location: Seisou Hall Common Room]

Natsume: Sora.

Sora: Master~... Did... Arashi-oneesan tell you everything?

Natsume: No. I didn't want to press the issue unless you wanted to tell ME.

You told me on stage you wanted to smile and be happy with ME… So I decided I'd believe in YOU, and that I'd wait until you were ready to TALK.

Sora: …...

Arashi: My my… Sora-chan, I know I’m the one who made us promise about this, but say, maybe it's about time we told everyone what's up?

Hiyori: A promise you made?

Arashi: Yep. I didn't think it'd turn out to be such a big deal, though… It was totally careless of me. Sorry, Sora-chan.

Sora: Arashi-oneesan didn't do anything wrong! Sora's the one who didn't do this properly.

Having to lie to his precious Master was really… really painful for Sora.

Arashi: Mmmhmm, so don't stress over it anymore. Let's tell everyone exactly what's been going on.

Sora: ...Okay. The truth is, on that day, we found a lost kitten in the courtyard.

It was just a little thing, yanno~? Sora thought if he just left it alone, the crows might find it and give it a hard time.

But if Sora picked it up… It would've been safe from any danger, but then it'd be separated from its family.

Sora was totally at a loss. He felt really, really sad thinking about if he ever got separated from Master and Senpai.

So Sora decided to reunite the kitten with its family.

Arashi: That's right. Did you know? Stray cats are awfully sensitive creatures.

They're totally not used to people, right? But if anyone happened to touch the kitten, they'd get their human scent on it.

And if the mama cat finds a human hanging around when she comes looking for her child, she might just leave and never return.

Because of that, Sora-chan asked if I could help him out, so I told him:

“Let’s secretly hide it here and not tell a soul until its mother comes back.” Well, Mama happened to come by and find out, though.

That's why Sora-chan tried so hard to keep his promise to me.

Natsume: I see… So the milk and the bottled water from that night were for the kitTEN.

Arashi: Mmhmm, exactly.

Sora: If Master ever asked, Sora thinks he would've just ended up telling him everything… That's why Sora made sure to stay away from Master as best he could.

Natsume: So that's all it WAS?

Ah… I'm so GLAD. It's such a relief to know you weren't actually wrapped up in something WEIRD.

Sora: Master...

Arashi: Well, I'm glad that we solved this little misunderstanding between you two ♪

Jun: Hmm, aren't we kinda intruding on their little moment?

Ohii-san, maybe we oughta leave 'em to it and bounce?

Hiyori: ......

Jun: Huh? What're you so lost in thought for?

Hiyori: Say, Jun-kun. The cat we saw earlier in the courtyard... Could that have been the kitten's mother?

Jun: Ah! Now that you mention it...

Arashi: Really!? You're like, super serious!?

I'm gonna go see how the little kitten's holding up!

You two take good care of Natsume-chan and Sora-chan, okay? ♪

Jun: Huh? You're dumping this on us just as we were on our way out?

Hiyori: Well, there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Great detectives and great investigators alike must see things through to the end, after all!

Jun: Are you still going on with that...?

Sora: Sora really is sorry… Master...

Natsume: You've got nothing to apologize FOR. Just because I was worried about you doesn't mean I was MAD.

Sora: That's not it… Sora was being such a coward...

Natsume: A coWARD…? What do you MEAN?

Sora: Sora wanted to return the kitten to a warm family, like Master and Senpai are to him.

But from a different perspective, it might've seemed like Sora was just abandoning it...

And then, what if Master thought Sora meant to leave the kitten all on its lonesome? What if he'd hate Sora for it? Sora was just so scared of that, and it gave him another reason to keep it a secret.

Sora's such a scaredy-cat...

Natsume: How stuPID..

Sora: Uh-huh, Sora really was stupid… Do you think less of him now, Master…?

Natsume: That's not what I MEANT...

What's stupid is worrying that I'd ever hate YOU.

I would never think less of YOU, Sora. Even if there comes a day when the whole world becomes your eneMY, I can say with full confidence that I will always be on your SIDE.

What I would think of is praising you a whole lot after hearing your side of the STORY, but I would never, ever think badly of YOU, or consider you a coWARD.

Sora: ...Really? Master'd praise Sora…?

Natsume: Of course I WOULD. But I was lonely when you ran from ME.

You don’t have to do that anymore, RIGHT? I'd be much happier if I could just hug you like I normally DO.

Sora: Master…! Sora's super sorry he made you feel so lonely…!

Natsume: There THERE ♪ You did your BEST… You're such a good BOY, Sora.

Hiyori: Heheh. And with that, this case is closed! Here's the thrilling conclusion!

Arashi: Hold on right there! It's a little too early for the curtain call!

Sora-chan, Sora-chan! The kitten's mama's come to pick it up!

Sora: Really!?

Arashi: It's such a moving scene! We can sneak a peek out from the window in the hallway! But we've gotta totally hurry!

Sora: Okay! Let's go!

Hiyori: What a fine weather ☆ Let's go have a look too, Jun-kun!

Jun: Alrighty~

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[Location: Seisou Hall 1st Floor Passage]

Sora: Master, you oughta come see too! Hurry, hurry!

Natsume: Wh— hey, come ON!? D-Don't grab my hand so suddenLY, Sora! I'd come along anyWAY, you really don't need to worRY!

Sora: No way, Master~! Sora never wants to separate from Master again! And he doesn't want to lie to him again either!

Sora was never really meant to be a lying werewolf after all, huh~?

Sora’s the same as Dazzling-oniisan! — Sora loves, loves, loves happy endings too!

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[remusmainhoe]

Sirius x reader-hogsmeade trip

Warning:smut and language

the reader is at hogsmeade alone at the three broomstick when a guy tries to get with her. sirius getting mad at the guy for hitting on his girlfriend.

you woke up to lily and the others getting ready for the day, you got up and started your day. getting showered, you put on a dark blue wool skirt with long black socks to cover yourself from the cold, a white blouse, and a long grey coat with a lapel collar, you made your way down the stairs.

Sirius was waiting for you in the common room like always. he was wearing black pants, with a green sweater, brown boots, a long dark brown coat, and a grey scarf in hand.

"there you are princess" he smiled walking towards you, grabbing your hand as you both started for the main hall to have breakfast. the smell of breakfast waking you right up, you sat to Lily's right, and Sirius sat to your right.

"We have a Hogsmeade trip today" Sirius grinned "what do you say we go to zonko's joke shop?" he suggested to the rest of the marauders.

"oh, I was kinda hoping we could hang out for a bit" you didn't want to be that girlfriend, but between exams, studying, and his detentions, you kind of wanted some time with him.

"We can do that later, we can all go the three broomsticks" he began eating his eggs.

"I just wanted a bit more of us time, I barely get to see you anymore" you tried.

"oh, well we can spend loads of time after, promise" he kissed your forehead lightly.

you forced a slight smile, but couldn’t help feeling hurt that he didn't want to be with you the same. after breakfast the lot of you went to the carriages going to Hogsmeade. the marauders went to zonko's, and you didn't feel like doing much so you went ahead to the three broomsticks to wait for them. lily, Marlene, and Mary had all gone to honey dukes. it was almost Christmas, so the snow and cold wind made you shiver, and walk faster to get to a warm place. you arrived at the three broomsticks and sat down at an empty table.

"y/n" a voice Spoke out as you were taking off your jacket, you looked up to see a Ravenclaw boy from your herbology class.

"Jake, hey" you greeted.

"can I?" he motioned to the empty seat in front of you.

"um yeah, but I'm kinda waiting on Sirius, and the others, they went to zonko's and honey dukes" you explained.

"Sirius left you here all alone?" he sat down.

"well he just wanted to hangout with the guys, and get new things for pranks and stuff"

"Why are you still with him though? I mean come on y/n, a pretty girl like you shouldn't have to be sitting here all alone."

"excuse me?" you asked insulted at his words, the audacity.

"I see how he's never really around" he crept closer "how could someone as careless as him satisfy you?"

"look, I don't think it's your place to comment on my relationship, and to be honest you're not my type. I don't know what you were hoping for, but it's not gonna happen."

"don't be so uptight y/n" he placed a hand on your thigh and the other on your hand.

"don't touch me" you tried to move his hand from your thigh, but his grip on your hand tightened hurting you.

"the bloody hell do you think you're doing?" a voice thundered from behind.

you both turned around, Jake released his grip on you, and moved far away standing up.

"look man I wasn't looking for any trouble." Jake stuttered out. Sirius was standing by the door, he walked closer, fists clenched. James and Remus behind Sirius, Remus walked toward you moving you behind them.

"I don't give a bloody hell what the fuck you were looking for, who the hell do you think you are to touch her like that" Sirius barked.

"I didn't think it would be much of a problem, I mean what type of bloke leaves a girl like that all alone” jake was starting to regain his absurd courage “she was asking for it" Jake had struck a chord so deep in Sirius, he barely finished his sentence when Sirius punched him sending Jake on the floor. James and Remus started trying to hold Sirius back as much as they could.

"Sirius" you called and grabbed Sirius by the arm he was getting ready to swing once more. you knew that if anything more happened, Sirius would be the one in trouble. "come on, he's not worth getting in trouble for" Sirius turned to you, looking at you for the first time since he had come in, you looked at him brows furrowed "please".

"you better leave before I change my mind," Sirius said to the boy with the bloody nose on the floor, he quickly got up and through the door of the three broomsticks "and you better pray I never see you within 5ft of y/n! not even merlin himself will save you" Sirius yelled at Jake before he left. Sirius turned to you, grabbing your hands gently, seeing where the guy had left a small mark that was already fading, Sirius frowned. He turned to James and Remus.

"I'm taking y/n back up to the castle" the latter nodded in agreement.

Sirius guided you back outside and you made your way to the carriages.

"Sirius I'm fine, really" you tried, he didn't respond, he just placed you on a seat of a carriage, and glided next to you, the carriage beginning to move its way to the castle. "the dude was just a jack ass, he's not worth spoiling the day for" you touched his hand, holding it.

"he's not wrong" Sirius finally spoke.

"what?"

"I just- seeing him make a move like that on you, on my y/n"

"he was an idiot, who would think I would choose someone like him over you" you comforted.

"I never want someone to even think of taking you from me like that, you're mine" he wrapped an arm around you with a peculiar strength, it felt eager.

"I want everyone to know that you are more than fulfilled" he whispered in your ear, making you relieved you were sitting down, not sure you would trust your wobbly legs right now.

"I don't want anyone to touch my kitten" he slid a hand to your inner thigh.

"Sirius please" your voice unexpectedly shaky. he put a nad on your face, thumb on your lips.

"Please what?" he growled.

"Please daddy"

he began to kiss you, his right hand inching closer to your panties, brushing them aside. you tried to inhale as his fingers began on your throbbing core.

"so wet for me princess" Sirius let out. "all for me?"

"I'm only ever wet for you" you whispered "all for you, daddy"

Sirius smiled mischievously, two fingers entering you making you let out a small gasp of pleasure, his thumb began to stimulate your clit. his other hand on your back, Sirius began to kiss your neck leaving rough and messy hickeys.

"look at you become a mess at my touch" he breathed in your ear kissing it, his other hand moving to your breasts, messaging them. the pleasure in you building up as you edged closer and closer. the carriage came to a stop and so did he, you opened your eyes seeing you were back in the castle, you gave a shaky breath.

"you cum when I want you to" Sirius muttered taking the fingers that had made you a mess before and giving them a taste with a smirk.

"Please Siri, I need you" frustrated to finish. you looked down to see the tent in his pants, you smiled biting your lip, excited to help him out.

"let's go somewhere more private princess" he took your hand, as you both rushed into the castle. Hurrying into an empty classroom, you locked the door, as he started taking his belt off. you took no time to take off your coat, and unbutton your blouse.

“Leave the boots… only the boots” he instructed making you smirk obeying.

Sirius took his belt from the floor and started to loop it.

“Give me your hands” you stretched them out, he buckled them together behind your back.

“Kneel” you got to your knees, he brushed your hair out of your face gently. you took him in your mouth, making him lean his head back letting out a soft growl, getting a grip on your hair.

“Fuck you take me so well” he spit out, All you could do was continue to please him.

After a while he pulled out of your mouth, picked you up, and set you on a desk. Your hands behind your back, you wrapped your legs around his waist, he kissed your neck and rubbed your nipples leaving you a mess.

He didn’t give you a warning before his length lined up to your core, he stretched you out. You moaned, distracted so much by him that you hadn’t noticed him take out his wand putting a silencing charm on you. The moans escaped your lips silent.

“We have to be quiet for now” he purred in your ear. “Trust me, I want the whole castle to know how hard I'm gonna fuck you, but I don't want any interruptions until we get to the good part,” he said.

Usually, you would have stopped, you didn’t want to get in trouble, but he felt so good in you, you didn’t want it to stop, you nodded obediently at him. He grabbed the back of your neck with his left hand, and brought the other to your clit.

“Don't cum until I tell you” he commanded.

“Your tits look so good bouncing like that”

he brought his mouth to your nipple making you moan even more, but no sound came out. He thrusted harder into you making the table shake slightly but you didn’t give one fuck.

“You’re mine, all mine, I'm the only one that can fuck you so well” you nodded in agreement. You hadn’t even realized him taking the silencing spell off you. hitting your g spot, his pace quickening, you wanted to cum but you knew you had to wait for him to tell you to. His pace on your clit also quickening, you wanted to finish, you were right there, you didn’t think you could hold it for much longer. Both of you panting and in a thin sheen of sweat, you felt him chuckle very lightly teasing you.

“Does my baby wanna cum?” He asked.

“Please” you spit out with a moan “please daddy”

“I'm right there with you” he whispered in your ear “cum for me”Your walls tightening around him, he pulled out of you dripping.

he cleaned up with a swish of his wand. The both of you getting dressed, hair messy. You tried to cover the hickeys he put on your neck like a dog marking his territory but had no luck. You opened the door to see that everyone had come back from Hogsmeade for merlin knows how long. The first person that walked by was Jake turning around to walk the other way at the sight of Sirius and you. Remus, James, and lily then approached you.

“Merlin padfoot, you’re lucky McGonagall was in the last carriage and it broke down” James patted Sirius in the back and you all started walking toward the Gryffindor tower. Sirius had an arm wrapped around you on your left, and lily walking along your right.

“Were we that loud?” You whispered to her.

“No, I don't think over at Beauxbâtons could hear you that much”

[bonniebird]

The curve of her ass

Ragnar x Fem!Reader x Lagertha

Requested by Anon

Warnings: smut, sex, oral, fingering, sexy sex, Lags kinda dom, Ragnar pretty sub

Ragnar had found you on the outskirts of Kattegat at the edge of his path home. Sitting alone and sniffling as you wiped away tears from your cheeks. It was Lagertha who had first noticed you a few days after you were married. She’d been so distracted she had to call Ragnar’s attention to you.

Now whenever one of them went into Kattegat they would look out for you, reporting back to the other. “(Y/N)?”

“Oh! Ragnar… I am sorry!” You blubbered out as you hurried to your feet and out of his way. He started to pass but noticed a few of your belongings with you.

“Are you going on a trip?” He asked curiously as you glanced away from him for a moment.

“My husband threw me out because he has found a new wife.” You admitted timidly. Ragnar’s expression hardened for a moment before he glanced towards the town and then looked at you again.

“Well you will just have to come home with me.” He said and grinned at you until you gave him an uncertain look.

“He says I must leave Kattegat.” You answered quietly.

Ragnar growled under his breath for a moment. He knew your husband and it wouldn’t surprise him if the man was trying to steal your dowry and weasel out of following the marriage contract between the two of you. “Come on now, I insist. You will stay with us until everything is settled.”

You weren’t given an option to object. Ragnar reached down and took as much of the few belongings you hand in his arms and started to walk the path to his home. Picking up the rest as you followed after him you wondered what Lagertha would say to your sudden arrival. She had never liked your husband, something she voiced loudly and often. She had gotten to know you a little better than Ragnar who liked to lurk nearby and watch you dance with his wife when there were gatherings in town.

As you approached the farm you slowed into nervous steps. Ragnar noticed and smiled to himself as he approached Lagether who was watching the two of you curiously near the doorway of their home. “I see you have brought a get home with you. I asked for sustenance, food to tide us over for winter... “

“She has been thrown away by her husband. I could not just leave her lost in the woods. A small thing like her would be devoured with no one to protect her.”

“Ah. You wish to protect her from the wilderness?” Lagertha teased. She had no problem with you staying. In fact she had already decided on how she would address Earl Haraldson and Siggy as to your husbands attempts to steal your dowry. His affection and desire for you would not steal away her chance to torment Ragnar just a little.

“She is not like you Lagertha. Hmm, she is… strong in a different way than you.”

“Because she is not a Shieldmaiden you need to protect her?”

“She was in tears and alone, in need of help. I had to help her before someone else could take advantage.”

“Of course husband.” Lagertha said with a smile as she kissed Ragnar. “(Y/N), come.” She motioned for you to approach and slid her arm around your waist as she let you into the cabin and threw a careless smile at Ragnar who watched the two of you walking away.

It took a mere three days to have Ragnar wounded and pensive. Like a beast in a cage. Ragnar would not touch nor seduce you. After all his wife had not given him an indication he could. But Lagertha flirted and teased, just enough that only Ragnar knew what was happening. The gentle touches she pressed against your shoulders or arms. The way she would have you kneel so she could braid your hair and look up at Ragnar from your knees.

Today would be the final straw and Lagertha knew it. It sent a shiver of excitement through her. She waited for Ragnar to become distracted by you. Watching you doing some menial chore. “Does the curve of her ass not make you want to sink your teeth into that soft flesh until she moans your name?” She hummed as she leant her chin on Ragnar’s shoulder, hands sliding round his waist as she leant into him.

“I had not thought of it.”

“Oh? I heard that her husband only fucked her once, on their wedding night. The women in Kattegat say he is worse with his cock than he is with his sword.” As she spoke Lagertha pressed soft whispers of kisses at the back of Ragnar’s neck. Her hands slid under his shirt, pulling at the drawstrings of his trousers and wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking gently as she continued to talk. “Poor sweet thing. Imagine having a husband who would not be pleased by that soft, sweetness. Talking of sweetness. When you taste between her legs, do you think it would taste of honey or sweet fruits, maybe both. She would mewl your name like a lost kitten at the slightest touch don’t you think?”

With a smile she pulled away from Ragnar whose eyes had fallen shut as he listened to her. His hips jerked to follow her hand as she retreated and he let out an irritable snarl as he was left alone to watch you.

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“(Y/N)?” The soft whisper of Ragnar’s voice roused you. Sitting up your furs fell away from you and you rubbed your eyes, stretching away sleepiness as you focused on the semi-dark and spotted Ragnar and Lagertha standing in the doorway to their room.

“Is something the matter?” You asked as you sat up in bed. Ragnar didn't answer. In fact he licked his lips. Then ran his bottom lip through his teeth and urgently petted Lagertha’s shoulder. They watched your sweet face become clearly flustered when you realised Ragnar was stark naked and tried to avoid looking away from his face.

“(Y/N), sweetling we would like you to join us.” Lagertha said when it was clear her husband could do little more than salivate with anticipation as you set your feet on the floor and sat on the edge of your bed. Your night dress was pooled around your thighs and Lagertha was quite sure Ragnar was close crawling on his hands and knees to beg you to part your legs for him.

“Oh! I told you that you do not need to worry! The bed Ragnar made is quite comfortable!” You assured them.

They glanced at each other for a moment, amused by the innocence of the answer before Ragnar finally found his voice. “Little one… we would like it if you would join us both, as we share our bed.”

There was a pause and Lagertha decided that if Ragnar’s subtle soft approach didn’t make her realise what they were asking she would blurt it out. Your eyes widened with realisation and a sweet shocked look crossed your face before it crinkled with confusion.

“But my husband said you cannot be two women at once?” You said in such sweet confusion that Ragnar and Lagertha shared a long look of decided hatred that they would show your husband later.

“I can assure you Little One that it is very possible and enjoyable.” Ragnar said quite breathlessly.

“Will you join us?” Lagertha asked again and after a moment's hesitation you nodded. Ragnar wasted no time in rushing over to you. He picked you up as if you were a crate of gold and carried you carefully a few steps into their bedroom.

As soon as he set you down he grasped at the edges of your night dress, pulling the skirt up as he tried to shoo you to the bed. Lagertha tutted as she slapped his hands away, tossing her furs at him. “Sit on the bed Ragnar. No need to be pawing at her like that.” She said over your shoulder, having circled you. Ragnar did exactly as Lagertha asked and you watched the exchange curiously. “Whatever you wish for Ragnar to do. He will do for you, Sweetling.” She smiled against your shoulder as she kissed it, slowly pulling your night dress off both shoulders as she kissed across your back. She pulled the dress lower and lower until, with a moan from Ragnar, she’d dropped it at your feet.

Gently stroking your hair she circled you again. This time she stopped to kiss you. One of her hands tangled into your hair as you kissed, the other trailed down your back with light touches before meandering it’s way up your side. Her palm caressed your breast as her thumb brushed over your nipple. She pulled away from the kiss and began to brush smaller ones down the side of your neck. She could tell, without looking to the bed behind her, that your soft needy pants at just a simple touch had lured Ragnar to the edge of the bed.

“So beautiful.” She mused as she kissed over your collarbone and down your breast. When she took one of your nipples into her mouth and gently sucked a gasp was forced out of you as something pleasurable jolted through your body, dragging goosebumps up in its wake. She slowly moved the two of you to the bed where Ragnar was sprawled, waiting for his invitation to join.

“What is she…?” You trailed off as you were pushed onto the bed so Lagertha could kiss her way down your body, gently parting your legs to plant kisses down each thigh.

“It is alright little one. She knows what she is doing.” Ragnar cooed as your feet dug into the bed. Your body was in fire and you found all you could do was whimper. The closer to your core Lagertha moved the more you squirmed until Ragnar chuckled and began to kiss you softly. “Just relax, easy does it.” Ragnar cooed.

One of his arms slid across your waist to keep your hips from bucking while he leant on his other arm. He would give you small needy kisses but paused every now and then to watch Lagertha.

When Lagerth’s finger brushed against the bundle of nerves you jolted and let out a small yelp. Ragnar chuckled as she did it again and your eyes rolled for a moment. Then she began to devour you. Your fingers dug into Ragnar’s arm and all you could do was let out small sweet pants. Ragnar watched intently. Not even when he pulled away to kiss over your breasts or bite gentle marks on your neck did he look away.

Between Lagertha’s mouth and fingers and the soft whispers and kisses from Raganr you felt like your entire body might explode. “Ragnar? Help?” You whimpered pathetically. He gave you a gentle look as he chuckled.

“How Little One.”

“I do not know!” You whispered. He glanced at Lagertha who seemed to understand that you were at your limit from just the look he gave her. He leant in to kiss you as your body went rigid. With a moan against his mouth your hands twisted into the furs, your heels dug into their bed and your body arched against his arm. Lagertha smiled as she kissed her way up your trembling body before sharing a passionate kiss with Ragnar.

She pulled away and lay beside you, trapping you between her and Ragnar. “Sweetling, would you like to fuck Ragnar next?” She asked casually. When you whimpered in response Ragnar rolled his eyes, leaning over you to kiss her.

“You have almost sent her to the god's wife, let her return.” He paused for a moment to watch Lagertha stroking your cheek with an affectionate love sick in her eyes. “I say that we fuck now.”

“You do not want your cock between her legs?” Lagertha asked quickly with a playful smile.

“More than most things but you would like to rest?” He directed the last few words at you and you nodded meekly, buried with pillows and furs that Lgaertha pulled over you as she moved to straddle Ragnar.

You focused on Ragnar’s face as Lagertha sank down on him. You’d never seen someone filled with so much bliss. Watching them was like watching a fight. First Lagertha was on top and Ragnar was completely surrendered to her will. Then something flared in his eyes and he rolled her over, his hips rolling into her as she arched up into his body, fitting as if they were made to meld together.

Soon they were panting and writing only stopping when you were sat up and had curiously, almost hypnotised, touched Raganr’s chest. They had paused, Lagertha victoriously astride Ragnar again as he took the hand you touched him with and kissed it. Ragnar groaned as Lagertha slowly pulled herself off his cock and reached over to kiss your lips sweetly.

“I think that it is your turn to ride my husband.” Lagertha said quickly.

“He has pleasured you?” You asked uncertainly. She smiled and laughed gently as she pushed on Ragnar’s shoulder, leaning back against the pillows as he crawled down her in much the same way she had you.

He buried his face between her thighs and she let out sift, calculated moans, beckon you to kiss her. In moments she was moaning, calling for Ragnar as she stroked up and down his neck. He crawled his way back up her with a wicked grin, kissing her deeply before they both turned to you.

“Do you know how you like to fuck?”

“How?” You asked nervously, curious by what she had meant. You were certain you couldn’t wrestle Ragnar over the way she had. Ragnar rolled to his back and watched the two of you carefully.

“What did you like when your husband fucked you? From behind, under him, above him?” They both watched as you took in what she was saying before you shrank back a little and looked somewhat embarrassed.

“He just sort of… put me on the bed and…” You gestured with your hand. Lagertha rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Poor sweet thing. Some men just do not know how to fuck.” She said, giving you an affectionate kiss. “I will help you fuck Ragnar how he likes it… if it is not for you he will do something else.” Ragnar made a gurgling noise in his chest at the way she talked about him but he soon stopped when she moved behind him and guided your legs around his waist. When she took his cock in her hand to line him with your entrance he groaned, sitting up enough to allow you to wrap your arms around his neck to balance.

“Be gentle.” She warned as his hands grasped the tops of your thighs, helping her guide you down. Your head fell into the crook of his shoulder as he filled you forcing moans from you. He waited patiently for your lead as you looked at him.

“What do I do with him now?” You asked Lagertha who had sat beside you, admiring the way you wrapped around Ragnar so perfectly.

“What ever you would like.”

For a moment Ragnar looked a little apprehensive because his wifes answer seemed to light a strange kind of delight in your eyes. Until you roughly pushed him down to his back. He could have resisted, even with your feet planted firmly on the ground he doubted that you could move him. But as soon as he understood what you wanted her carefully submitted.

“How does it feel to be buried between her sweet thighs?” Lagertha asked as you froze, too shy to ask what to do next and too stubborn to give up the pleasure they’d shared with you.

“A gift from the gods.” He grunted. It was taking all his will to not thrust his hips up and have you crumble apart in his arms.

Lagertha watched as you tested moving your hips as you’d seen her moving. Ragnar responded with a moan and his eyes rolled to the back of his head so you continued. After several minutes she saw your legs begin to tremble and nudged Ragnar to take over, using his grip on his thighs to thrust up into you. As soon as he picked up speed your hands stopped exploring his chest and dug into his shoulders.

At the first sign of surrender Ragnar rolled the two of you over whenever he became too rough Lagertha gently tugged at his braid, giving him a stern look. As soon as the breathless glazed look of release started to fill your eyes she gently stroked down your leg, guiding it higher around Ragnar’s hip so he could thrust deeper and deeper into the two of you collapsed together with a breath moan. No one moved for several moments. Lagertha watched Ragnar admire the state he’d made of you, chest heaving and eyes threatening to fall shut as sweat glistened on your skin. He gently kissed whenever he could reach without moving before rolling you both over so you were falling asleep on his chest. He beckoned Lagertha over as she dragged furs up to your waist and curled into his side.

“I am helping you deal with her husband. He is awful.”

“What if she does not want to stay with us after she has her dowry returned?”

“Ragnar between my mouth and your cock you need not worry about her straying far I assure you.” She said gently and smiled at him. She wrapped an arm around you both as she settled her head on his shoulder and started to fall asleep herself.

[tiramisiyu]

【未定事件簿】 Tears of Themis: Xia Yan’s Personal Story 3-4 Translation

Translation Masterlist | Xia Yan Masterlist | Video

Translated Chapter 3: 3-1 / 3-2 / 3-3 / 3-4 / 3-6 / 3-7 / 3-8 / 3-10 / 3-11 / 3-12 / 3-14

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Home

After we confirmed that we were going to investigate Tian Xin, Xia Yan and I discussed our action plan.

Xia Yan: Regardless of if the person who called Tian Xin is Sphinx, him stopping his livestream updates must have something to do with this person.  

MC: I tried asking Tian Xin about the Sphinx videos last night…

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[Flashback]

After Tian Xin became a streamer, his video watch counts were not high, and the regular follower count was very low.  I pretended to be a viewer who enjoyed mystery videos, watching his livestreams as I left voice recordings to chat with him, even giving him some gifts. After I shortened the distance between us, I slowly led the topic from speculation to the Sphinx matter.

MC: Great Tian Xin, why did you set your theme as reasoning out Stellis City’s urban mysteries?

Tian Xin: Before, I wanted to be like the detectives in mystery books and fiction, but professionals are there to deal with criminal cases. I’m not a godly detective like Sherlock Holmes – there wouldn’t be anyone to ask me for help. Daily trifles aren’t that interesting, and if I get involved in others’ private matters, it wouldn’t be easy to stream.

Tian Xin: There are no limits with urban mysteries, and it’s all very amusing. I originally thought that this would attract more viewers, but…

MC: I feel like Great Tian Xin’s direction wasn’t wrong. Could the problem have been the title?

Tian Xin: The title?

MC: Yeah. These are times where people consume content fast, and lots of people are “clickbait headline writers”. I think that if the title were more provoking, then it would attract more subscribers. Such as, if you changed “Stellis Unusual News – Sphinx’s Riddles!” to “Detective Killer “Sphinx”, it would be more provoking.

Tian Xin had just been responding to me rapidly, but he suddenly stopped. Pretending to not pay attention, I continued to chat with him.

MC: Right, Great Tian Xin, why didn’t you update with more Sphinx videos?

Tian Xin: About this, it’s basically like the explanation I gave in the video. “Some legends are more suited to become legends.”

Tian Xin was evasive about why he had stopped the Sphinx livestreams. To avoid startling him off, I didn’t press him with questions – instead, I turned the topic around, as if bringing up Sphinx was just a one-off careless act.

[Flashback end]

--

I told Xia Yan all about the process of the conversation with Tian Xin last night.

MC: Tian Xin is clearly hiding something about this. But I felt like there was no point in continuing to ask him, under the circumstances at that time.

Xia Yan: Mm, your handling was very appropriate.

MC: But what should we do afterwards? Pretend to be detectives that have also received Sphinx’s challenge letter, and exchange information with him?

Xia Yan: We could. But using these common methods won’t make him trust us quickly. We’ll be very slow in getting useful information.

Xia Yan: I feel like we might as well try “beating the grass to scare the snake”.

MC: Beating the grass to scare the snake?

Xia Yan: Mm. Looking at Tian Xin’s movements, he’s going to do a livestream tonight. I plan to ask about where he’s going to livestream tonight, and when time comes, I’ll swindle him with Sphinx’s name.

MC: Swindle him? Are you going to pretend to be Sphinx and give him a riddle?

Xia Yan and I already had received two of Sphinx’s riddles. If we had to fake two riddles, it wouldn’t be hard.

Xia Yan: No, Tian Xin has already received “Sphinx’s” call before. We’re still not clear on whether the caller is the real Sphinx, someone else’s prank, or Tian Xin’s self-directed, self-acted play.

MC: That’s true. If the caller really is Sphinx, then he would have no need at all to set up riddles. If he can force detectives to resign, he must have more effective methods to threaten Tian Xin and prove his own identity.

Xia Yan: So I want to directly pretend to be Sphinx and try worming facts out of Tian Xin, after his livestream tonight.

MC: I’ll go with you!

Xia Yan: Sure. But before that, there’s a responsibility I need you to fulfill.

MC: Is it finding out Tian Xin’s livestream location tonight?

Xia Yan saw my eagerness and laughed.

Xia Yan: It’s to rest well.

MC: Huh?

Xia Yan: How many hours did you sleep last night?

MC: … Four to five hours.

Xia Yan: You sure? I can check the computer operation records.

I avoided Xia Yan’s eyes, feeling somewhat guilty.

MC: … Three to four hours.

Xia Yan used both of his hands to hold my cheeks, so that I had no way of avoiding his gaze and could only look straight at him. His eyes were filled with my silhouette.

Xia Yan: I’ll give you one more chance. Look at the Ministry of Security trump-card agent in front of you, think it through, then speak.

MC: I’m sorry, master trump-card agent, I only slept two hours last night…

Xia Yan kneaded my face as he held it, then laughed.

Xia Yan: So, leave the communication with Tian Xin all to me. Go sleep right now and rest up well.

MC: But if you want to swindle Tian Xin tonight, you have to understand him better. He streamed some more videos after “Sphinx’s Riddles”.  We should split up watching the videos and prepare some topics to chat with Tian Xin about. Otherwise, how will you watch so many videos on your own…

Xia Yan: Now you know that some things can’t be done on their own, and needs to be done by two people together? You didn’t even call me yesterday, and you stayed up so late that you only got two hours of sleep.

MC: I just… wanted to surprise you.

Xia Yan pushed me up from the sofa.

Xia Yan: Don’t worry – this amount of content is no big deal.

Xia Yan: The investigation tonight is the highlight, so hurry and take the chance to get some sleep. We’re going to be staying up all night tonight. Otherwise, when you fall asleep tonight, I’m leaving you behind!

MC: Got it, I’ll go sleep now!

I walked into my bedroom, then suddenly had an idea when I saw my blanket. I grabbed the blanket and ran back in front of Xia Yan, who was sitting on the sofa.

Xia Yan: Are you… planning to sleep on the sofa?

MC: Yeah. Otherwise, if I go up and leave you watching videos yourself, it’ll be so boring.

MC: If I do this, then it counts as me struggling with you in the same trench.

Xia Yan: Okay, then we’ll struggle in the same trench together.

Xia Yan stuck earphones into the laptop, not letting the sounds of the video disturb me. I grabbed a cushion on the sofa, placed it beside Xia Yan, then laid down. I angled my head around, watching Xia Yan’s hands as they tapped the keyboard from time to time. His finger bones were distinct, and they were slender and strong.

Xia Yan: Is it hard to sleep after missing peak sleepiness hours?

I lifted my head, meeting Xia Yan’s pupils as they faced me, warm and peaceful. He wasn’t wearing the earphone on the side facing me, so it would be easy to talk to me.

MC: A little. But what I feel more like is happy, and I feel really reminiscent.

Xia Yan laughed, his face showing the same reminiscent feeling.

Xia Yan: Before, every time we had days off from school, and uncle and auntie weren’t there, the two of us would ignore our sleep schedules. We’d nest up on the sofa and watch movies, play games, and eat snacks, just like now.

MC: Then when we have time someday, how about we stay up all night, watching movies and playing games again?

Xia Yan: … Sure.

Xia Yan and I idly chatted, and from time to time, I heard the quiet sounds of Xia Yan clicking the mouse. Slowly, I fell asleep.

On the side, the girl’s breathing slowly stabilized – she’d fallen asleep. Xia Yan took the blanket that had slid off the sofa and tucked her in again, just like he had done innumerable times, when they were small. The dreaming girl reached out and scratched at the hair against her face, seeming like it felt itchy. Xia Yan smiled and carefully brushed aside the hair on the girl’s face.

With a sound, she held onto Xia Yan’s hand.

Xia Yan: …!

The girl didn’t wake up – she just cushioned his hand under her cheek, rubbing against it like a kitten. Xia Yan froze, then quietly looked at her sleeping face.

Xia Yan: I kept wondering if eight years of time would make us a lot more different.

Xia Yan didn’t take his hand away. He felt her soft cheek lying on the somewhat rough back of his hand.

Xia Yan: …

Xia Yan: You still haven’t changed…

A warm breath fell on the back of his hand, close and extremely familiar. Xia Yan’s breathing became somewhat chaotic. He hesitated for a moment, then couldn’t resist reaching out his other hand and gently stroking her outline.

Xia Yan: Ever since we were little… we’ve always interacted like this. So, right now… this doesn’t count as overstepping bounds… right?

The dreaming girl made an indistinct “mm” sound.

Xia Yan maintained his position, held onto by the girl as he was. He only used his free hand to operate the computer quietly.

[lu-undy]

Chapter 102 - SBT

Here it is.

"Here. Are you comfortable, mon bébé?"

"Meow." 

"That way, you won't have to climb the stairs to go to bed anymore."

"Meow?" Perle lay on her back, in her bed. Lucien had put it on the sofa downstairs.

"I will bring a few toys too if you want. We need to keep you exercising, but lightly." He gently massaged her stomach. "The little ones are fragile."

She purred and purred. For the past few weeks, Papa had been spoiling her extra, especially since he had brought her to that place. They had shaved her belly and put some jelly on it, before pressing a cold, plastic thing. Papa had seemed so happy about the picture on the funny TV screen that he had stuck it on the white box of cold food at home. No clue what that blurry, dark picture was, but Papa always smiled when he looked at it. 

Dad was delighted too, but he didn't spoil Perle as much as Papa did. It was to the point where Papa would carry her in his arms to go up the stairs…! 

"Oh, look, Soot is coming to lie next to you." Lucien chuckled. "He looks drunk… Don't worry, Soot, the anesthetics will go away in time." 

They had taken Soot away that morning and when he came back, he was behaving strangely. He couldn't walk straight and his meows were long, slow and sounded gibberish. Poor him…

Perle yawned. 

"Tu veux dormir, ma chérie?"

[You want to sleep, my darling?]

Papa's hand moved from her belly to her cheeks. Aw, yes, yes… Since Papa and Dad started living together, Papa's scratching technique had greatly improved, to Perle's greatest delight.

"Bien, je vais vous laisser." He bent down and kissed both of them before sitting down next to them and grabbing a book. 

[Fine, I shall leave you.]

"Hey, doll." Mundy came to Lucien. 

"Shh, they are asleep." 

"It's alright, we won't wake them up, come on my lap." 

Lucien left his seat and Mundy sat down, opening his arms. 

"Yeah, there we go, baby…" 

Lucien sat on his lap and snuggled up in his arms, as Mundy kissed his temple.

"I like this pet name too," Lucien said. "Even though it does not correspond to me at all." 

"Yeah, it does. You just don't see yourself like I do…" He tightened his hug on Lucien. 

"Do I really look like a newborn to you?" 

"You look little and fragile, delicate… Look at your hands…" Mundy took one in his palm. "So much smaller than mine…!" They stuck their palms together to compare them. 

"Oui, you have large hands, another reason why I love you." 

"Like it?" 

"Mh-hm…" Lucien nodded and turned his head towards Mundy's chest. He buried himself there, in the cheap cologne, in the familiar warmth. 

"Aw, look at you. Y'like my hands as much as you like bein' babied. You're like Perle, y'like it when I spoil ya." 

"Guilty as charged." Lucien raised his head and his lips were met with Mundy's. 

"So why did you bring their bed here?" The Aussie asked when his lips parted from his lover's.

"Because Perle is pregnant and it will tire her unnecessarily to walk up and down the stairs." Lucien answered. "She needs all the strength that she can get for the babies. I used to carry her up and down the stairs whenever I could."

"Lu', you don't have to be like that. If she can't get up the stairs, she won't, don't worry." 

"I do worry!" Lucien answered. "They are defenseless creatures and Perle already got pregnant. She might be a bit more careless now, taking the pregnancy for easy work. Non, truly, we have to exercise extreme caution." 

"Look at you bein' all worried…" Mundy cupped his lover's face between his large, warm palms. "I promise you, Pearl and the babies will be just fine." 

"What if they won't…?"

"With a grandpa like you, it's never gonna happen, luv'." They exchanged sweet smiles and Lucien closed his eyes. "Wanna sleep? I thought you wanted to read." 

"I wanted to spend time with you and thought about reading to pass the time and wait for you."

"Why not come straight for me?" Mundy asked. 

"And who would look after Perle?" 

Lucien's worried eyes looked like a kitten's, wide, round, and looking up at Mundy as if he were the answer to all his questions, and his fears. 

"You're cute." Mundy kissed his brow and was waiting for Lucien to tell him that he wasn't, that it was an adjective only used for young girls. 

Lucien's answer was clear. He melted in his lover's arms in a moan.

-- Later that day --

Mundy exited the shower and heard the distant sound of the piano downstairs. He went to the bedroom with his towel around his waist to put on a pair of boxer shorts and a tee shirt. When he exited it, he took the stairs down to join his lover. 

But as he got closer, the sound of the piano became clearer, and Mundy frowned. It did sound like… rubbish? It sounded as if Lucien was pressing the keys randomly. Mundy went to the door but a shadow caught him and made him roll against the wall and put a hand on his mouth. Mundy's eyebrows jumped but Lucien put an index finger on his mouth to tell him to keep quiet, and the Aussie obeyed. 

Lucien's finger then pointed at his eye and he pulled Mundy to take a peek in the living room. 

"Meow?"

"Meow… Meow?"

"Meow." 

Mundy and Lucien peeked their heads and what they saw surprised the Aussie.

"Meow…!"

Perle and Soot were sitting on the black piano seat. They were composing their own symphony, together. They raised their paws and pressed the black and white keys, while conversing in meows, under the kind eyes of Papa and Dad. 

“Did you teach them?” Mundy whispered in Lucien’s ear, his eyes riveted on the keyboard.

“Non. I guess they just learnt from watching me.” He answered and took a step inside the living room. “Mon bébé?”

Perle turned her head and meowed to her Papa.

“Do you want me to teach you?” Lucien approached and both her and Soot jumped on top of the piano to leave the seat for him. “Viens, ma chérie.”

[Come, my darling.]

Perle went to his lap and curled there while Lucien gave her a lecture while holding her paws gently and making her point and trying a few keys. He then addressed the young male who joined his lap too. And the lecture went on for a while, Lucien forgot the passing of time.

“Lu’?”

Perle and Soot stood on their back legs to headbutt their Papa lovingly. He reciprocated the attention and kissed them before standing up and turning to Mundy.

“Oui?”

“You don’t have papers to correct this weekend, right?”

“Oui, indeed.”

“Right, then, put on yer shoes and follow me.”

Lucien raised a curious eyebrow but obeyed. Mundy opened the door. 

"Wait." 

Lucien stopped sharp.

"What?" 

"I need to double-check that Perle has enough food and water…" Lucien hurried to the kitchen and reappeared a moment later. 

"Such a mother hen you are, doll." 

"I… I suppose so." Lucien answered. Mundy felt there was more to it but did not want to press his lover. Lucien would tell him when he wanted, if he wanted.

Mundy took his hand and they exited the house.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Surprise.”

Lucien frowned but continued to follow his lover over to the van. They hopped in and Mundy switched the inside light on. 

"Right…"

Lucien looked at him. 

"First time you hopped on my van, remember it?"

"Of course. You looked at me as if I had disrespected your mother." Lucien chuckled. 

"Yeah… The nerve of you, though! I couldn't believe you just hopped in as easily as just that!"

"Why?"

"You didn't even ask or anythin', you just… No one's barely got inside here with me, especially that often." Mundy finally started the engine and drove away. "Felt like I had someone with me… A friend, maybe." 

"A friend who became much more, hm?"

"Yeah." They exchanged a loving gaze, and a smile.

"But tell me, where are you taking me?" 

The van came to a stop at a red light and Mundy sighed. 

"I… I wanna repay it."

"Repay what?" Lucien asked. 

"You took me to do wonderful things. I wanna do one with you." 

"What are you talking about?" 

Green light. The van drove away. 

"The pub night, and then the Brazilian restaurant… Both were incredible and uh, I wanted to do somethin' similar for you."

"Mundy, this is ridiculous." 

The Aussie's head swooshed from the road to his lover. 

"What?"

"Please do not say that you want to repay anything." Lucien answered. "Repaying implies that you have a debt towards me. The thought alone disgusts me. You do not have any debt towards me. As much as I took you to those places out of pure will to enjoy myself with you, I do not expect you to take me wherever you want for any other reason."

"Ok, I get you… Sorry…" 

"Don't apologise, mon loup." Lucien put a hand on his lover's thigh. "We all learn." 

They exchanged sweet smiles and Mundy's eyes snapped back to the road ahead. 

"So, where are you taking me?"

"You're supposed to be the Spook, so have a guess." Mundy chimed. 

"Very well…" Lucien's eyes went back on the road. "You are heading outside of the city, towards the desert, am I correct?"

"Yeah, not wrong." 

Mundy looked left and right as he stopped at a crossroad and put his blinker on. 

"Mh, almost the opposite direction to the lake… Interesting." Lucien said and Mundy smirked. 

He shifted gears as they escaped the city and pushed his foot harder on the gas pedal.

"Lu'?"

"Oui?"

"You seemed like you wanted to say more when you made sure that Pearl and Soot had food. Wanna tell me now?" 

Lucien took a deep breath. 

"May I?" He asked. 

"Course, beautiful." Mundy put a hand on his lover's thigh. 

"Here is the truth. Last time Perle was pregnant, I was… away. I did not see her grow into neither an adult, nor a mother. But this time, I will be here for her. Every day, I will provide for her and make sure that everything goes as smoothly as possible. She was there for me when I needed it most, when nothing could get me through the night but my tears. She was there. She cried with me and supported me. I owe her that, at least." 

Mundy smiled. 

"I love you, Lu'." He gently squeezed his thigh.

"So do I."

"You're such a family man, it's… I love that in you, Lu'." 

Lucien smiled. 

"Surprised?" 

"Not really. I just… The more I know you, the more I find reasons to love you." 

Lucien smiled and put his hand on top of Mundy's, on his thigh.

"But please, give me at least a clue." Lucien asked. "Where are you taking me?"

"Takin' you somewhere we've never been, to do somethin' we never did."

"Aah, you have all my curiosity."

"Not so hard to do to an ex-Spook."

"Indeed, but to your credit, this is no professional curiosity."

"What is it then?"

"Purely personal." Lucien answered. 

The drive lasted for about half an hour and towards the end, Lucien was surprised to see that Mundy drove off road. 

"Alright, we should be here." The Aussie stopped and parked in what Lucien would describe best as 'the middle of nowhere'. 

There were a few trees, some grass, the ground wasn't all so dry. But most importantly, there was no one for miles around.

"This might not be the lake, but it is as quiet." Lucien said, looking around. 

"Yeah, we're alone, I mean, as far as people are concerned. There are animals and stuff, just not folks. Now…" Mundy grabbed Lucien from his waist and pulled him close. He stared down in his eyes and pushed a lock of his long hair away from his face, behind his ear. 

"Oui?" Lucien raised his lovestruck eyes to his lover. 

"I need you to do something for me, doll." 

"For you? Anything." Lucien splayed his hands on Mundy's chest, and gave a slow blink of his long, black eyelashes. Mundy's heart jumped. 

"C'mere." Mundy pulled his lover back to his van. "Climb back, and gimme just a second, yeah?" He opened the door for him and Lucien obeyed. 

"Mundy?" Lucien clung to his lover's arm, from the van's seat. 

"Yeah, baby?" 

"Kiss me." 

Mundy softened. "Sure." He got closer to the van again and felt Lucien pull his face on his rough cheeks. 

One kiss, lips lapping at each other. 

"I love you, mon loup." 

"Same, doll, same…" Mundy took Lucien's hand in his and left a kiss on it. He raised his eyes and saw the Frenchman blush. "Alright, gimme a minute, gotta grab somethin' from the back."

"Oui." 

Mundy quickly hopped at the back and came back with a piece of cloth. 

"What is this - oh?" 

"A blindfold." Mundy had pushed the cloth on Lucien's eyes and gently pulled his head to tie it behind.

"Mmh…" Lucien melted and buried his head deeper in Mundy's chest.

Mundy looked down and saw that Lucien was biting his lip. He went to his ear when he was done with the blindfold. 

"Like it, doll?" 

Lucien nodded, his teeth on his lower lip still. "Oh…?" He felt Mundy's rough thumb on his chin, gently pulling it down, and Lucien yielded. He released his jaw and felt the finger trace his lips, lower one first and upper one, in one slow circle. The Frenchman's breath hitched. 

"Look how sensitive you are, baby doll…?"

Lucien's eyebrows arched and he slowly nodded, his jaw still loose. 

"Not yet, baby." Mundy cupped his cheek and kissed it, to which Lucien groaned in disappointment. He had hoped for more. "Don't worry, I won't forget. Now, gimme a few minutes, I need to prepare stuff." 

"Mon loup?" 

"Yeah? Oh, sure, c'mere…" Lucien pouted his lips and raised his head for a kiss, and Mundy delivered. "Now, you don't cheat ok? I want this to be a surprise for you, yeah?"

Lucien nodded and smiled when he felt Mundy's lips on his forehead. After that, the Frenchman barely heard anything for a duration of time that felt like eternity. He leaned back on his seat and could only feel anything when Mundy climbed the van or got off of it, at the back. Apart from that, the wait was long and rather dull. Lucien felt the temperature gently decrease, without it being uncomfortable, and the ambient light went down too.

"Alright, Lu', stuff's ready."

"May I see?" 

"Not yet. I need to get you on the van's roof first." 

"While blindfolded? I will fall!" 

"Nah, you won't. Also, you need yer shoes off. C'mere…" Mundy helped Lucien off of his shoes and off of the van. They went behind it, hand in hand. "Now, one hand on the ladder here… The other here… Now, raise yer leg? A bit more? Boom, got the first step, go on then."

"How many steps are there?" 

"Five. Go first, I'll be right behind ya." 

Lucien groped his way up slowly, afraid that he might fall. But eventually, he managed and sat down on the van's roof. 

"Oh… It is rather soft…?" 

"Move your squishy butt, Lu'..." Mundy climbed up after his lover. 

"Why is it so soft on the roof of your van?" Lucien's hands were touching the floor. 

"You'll see. Now, I need you to sit here… Right, so, before you see what this whole thing's been about, I wanna sit next to you, and tell you a few things." 

"While still blindfolded?" 

"Yeah."

"Fine." 

"Now, listen here…" Mundy sat next to his lover and took one of his delicate hands between both of his own. "I don't see you like I used to before." 

Lucien's smile vanished from his lips. 

"I… Lu', it's like you're not the same and uh… it changed me." 

"What do you mean? Since when?" Lucien raised his other hand, awkwardly trying to find Mundy's cheek. 

"It's since that night at the Brazilian place."

"I thought you liked my surprise?" Lucien answered. 

"I did. I did so much that it made me think."

"About what?" 

"About you and me. Listen, I… I really wanna spend my time with you. The more I know you, the clearer it is for me. I love you not just with… I mean I love everything in you with everythin' in me."

"So do I, mon loup." Lucien smiled.

"Alright, now, I-I'm not sure you'll like this but uh… Here goes nothin'..." Mundy bent on his side to untie Lucien's blindfold. "Ta-daa?"

"Oh… Mon Dieu…" Lucien covered his mouth. "You… you prepared all this on your own?" 

Mundy nodded. 

"It's not much, but eh, hope you'll appreciate it." 

Lucien's eyes snapped wide. In front of the van, from the tree branches hung a white bed sheet of some sort. On the van's rooftop, duvets and blankets were laid, which explained why it felt so soft. There was also an army of cushions and pillows. And at the edge of the van's roof, a projector with a cable that went to the back of the van. On the van's bonnet, two speakers were facing the direction of the van itself.

"Oh, hold on, I forgot somethin'..." Mundy went away only for a minute and reappeared shortly. "Here…" He put a large plastic bag in front of them and started digging its contents out.

"Snacks?"

"Yeah, sweets, crisps, pop-corn and drinks. I didn't know if you preferred savoury or sweet when you watch a movie, so I got a bit of everythin'. Now, are you comfy like this? Hold on, let me add some pillows behind yer back… There, should be better now." 

"Mundy?" Lucien's voice was thin. He was still astounded by his lover's efforts. "What is all this?" 

"I-I tried to uh… Y'know, take you to see a movie. But then I thought that it'd be better if we were alone in the room. And then I thought of when my parents told me they used to drive to see movies from the van. Back in the days, they used to project it on big white boards. I thought we could do that, but couldn't find a large wall or somethin' that wasn't surrounded by people. So then the idea of the white sheet came in my head. And I thought we could make this another uh… date, maybe?" Mundy lowered his head. "Look, I know it's not a proper cinema or anythin', but-"

"This is the best date anyone has ever planned for me." Lucien burst out, cutting Mundy's speech. 

"What? Hold on, really?" 

"Oui…! No one ever planned anything that… personal for me. And it took you so much effort as well, I'm… I am almost speechless!" Lucien turned to look Mundy deep in the eye.

"I'm glad you like it, Lu'." 

They both lay down and used a tower of pillows each to look at the screen in front of them. 

"Like it? I love it, it is… Hm…" Lucien took Mundy's hand and laid his head on his lover's shoulder. "Merci, merci beaucoup."

[Thank you, thank you very much.]

"It's nothin', doll. Now, take your snack and I'll start the movie if you want." 

"D'accord. What snack do you want?"

[Alright.]

"I like pop-corn with my movies, you?" 

"Likewise." Lucien grabbed the bag and opened it before placing it between the two of them. 

"Ready? I hope you'll like the movie." 

"I will, I am sure. And if I don't, I can still watch my favourite hero." Lucien said. 

"What?" 

"You, Mundy." Lucien laced a leg between his lover's.

"Aw, Lu'...!" Mundy laced an arm around the Frenchman who was almost lying on his side, and pulled him closer to kiss him. Lucien chuckled. 

"Pray start the film." 

"Alright, let's go." Mundy pressed a button and the projector lit the white sheet up before they could hear the reel rolling inside. 

"Mundy?" Lucien whispered. 

"Hm?" 

"Merci."

"You're welcome, baby." Mundy kissed his brow and gently brushed Lucien's long hair between his fingers.

There they were, under the sky of stars, in the theatre that Mundy improvised, watching a movie and eating pop-corn. Well, Lucien was eating pop-corn and Mundy was being fed pop-corn by his favourite hand. Every other time that Lucien would feed him, Mundy would kiss his fingers too. It was a reflex, nothing he thought too much about. He couldn't help it, anytime he smelt the vanilla hand cream, he had to kiss it.

"Mundy?!" 

"Yeah?"

"The movie is in French?"

"Yeah, it has subtitles, I can follow."

"Why a French one?" Lucien asked. 

"Cause I wanna learn."

"Why?" 

"To talk to you, obviously!" 

"Oui, but… We already speak to each other in English." 

"I know. But it's unfair. You make all the efforts to understand me and all. Let me try too, for you." 

Lucien remained silent for a while, his eyes riveted not on the movie, but on Mundy. The Aussie felt it and shifted his gaze from the white sheet to his lover.

"What's wrong?" 

"N-nothing. I just… Je t'aime, mon loup." 

[I love you, my wolf.]

"Love ya too, doll." Mundy took a pop-corn in his hand and got his fingers close to Lucien's mouth. The Frenchman opened his mouth and ate it. "There we go." Mundy kissed his brow and returned to watch the movie. 

"Also, this is a famous comedy movie." 

"Yeah, that's what the bloke who sold it to me said. Y'know that movie?" 

"Oui, I do."

"Oh, bugger… Must be borin' for you then…" Mundy's disappointment was clear in his voice.

"Non, not at all. It feels like a first time." 

Their eyes met with a smile before they parted to watch the movie again. 

"Why a comedy?" 

"I like funny movies." Mundy answered. "You don't like them?" 

"I do." Lucien answered. "Especially this series." 

"They made more of them?" 

"Oui, this is the first but there are a few more. We could watch them if you want." 

"Yeah, why not? I quite like it so far. That policeman bloke's funny." 

Lucien smiled and snuggled up closer to his lover, feeding him and himself from time to time. When the pop-corn bag emptied, he simply laid his head on Mundy's upper chest. It rose and fell to his breath and sometimes shook under his laughter. And throughout the entire movie, Lucien felt Mundy's fingers through his hair.

[solohux]

If prompts are still open :) Millicent is a secret as pets aren't allowed so nobody knows Hux has her but one day she escapes his quarters and Kylo finds her. Worrying that Hux will have the "vermin" killed he takes her and cares for her. Eventually Hux, desperate with worry reveals the secret to kylo and asks him to find her with the force :))

If anything happens to even a single hair on Millicent’s pretty ginger head, Hux will throw himself into the brig.

He can’t believe that he’s been so careless; perhaps he should lock himself in the cells simply because he’s been so neglectful of his beloved cat. He should have made sure that the door into his private rooms was closed before calling his darling Millie out from wherever she was hiding but after a long, exhausting day, he just wanted to sit down and rest his aching legs, and neglected to check the door. It wasn’t until a few moments later when Millicent hadn’t hopped up into his lap that he knew something was wrong.

“Millie. Come back to daddy, darling,” he whispers, sneaking her favourite jingling mouse toy out of his pocket to try to call her back to him but there’s no sign of her anywhere. She could be anywhere on the Finalizer right now, including the garbage disposal or the kitchens.  

Pets are strictly forbidden on star destroyers; something to do with their unpredictability and their carrying of diseases, but Millicent has been in Hux’s care for almost four years now and she’s never been any trouble. She’s his best friend; she makes him smile, she listens to him, she knows when he’s sad. Without her, Hux is completely alone.

“Are you alright, General?”

Hux clambers to a halt in a panic, shoving Millicent’s toy back into his pocket with fumbling fingers when a Lieutenant stops him halfway down the corridor.

“Oh. Uh. Yes, Lieutenant Soma. Thank you. Carry on,” Hux says, giving the man a salute as he goes, praying that he didn’t see the bright blue mouse toy. He can’t risk anyone finding out about her or else they’ll report him to High Command and Millicent will be dragged away in a tiny cage and jettisoned into space without a second thought.

Hux sighs. Desperate times call for desperate measures. He turns on his heel and heads back the way he came, back towards the corridor that houses the chambers of the highest ranking officers on the ship—Kylo Ren and himself. Despite being a little unsure of how the Force works, Hux wonders if Kylo will be able to use it as some sort of homing beacon to locate Millicent in the hopes that she isn’t harmed, and then bribe the Knight will whatever he wishes to stop him from reporting Hux to superiors and exterminating Millie.

“Hux?” Kylo opens the door only a crack, standing in the gap. “What are you doing here?”

“I need your help, Ren. I’ve…lost something.”

“Lost something?”

“Yes. Something very important to me and I think you may be able to locate her—it. Locate it. May I come in?”

Kylo seems to hesitate for a moment, looking back over his shoulder to check something in his chambers before nodding and stepping aside. Hurrying in, Hux is filled with hope.

“What is it that you’ve lost?”

“You must promise me something first, Ren. I’ll give you whatever you want if you help me and you keep this a secret.”

Kylo folds his arms, “Fine.”

“Very well,” Hux sighs. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the little blue mouse, letting its silver bells jingle. “I’ve been keeping a pet. A cat. She’s ginger, answers to the name Millicent. She’s my everything, Ren, and she’s lost. I have to find her before someone else does and thinks that she’s vermin and they kill her.”

“A ginger cat,” Kylo repeats, raising an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“Did you adopt her because you’re ginger too?”

“No,” Hux huffs, unamused by Kylo’s smirk. “I found her on a planetside mission when she was a newborn kitten, close to death. I brought her home and fed her and cared for her.”

Kylo pouts, then smiles. “I didn’t think you were capable of loving something like that.”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me. Are you going to help me or not, Ren? I’m desperate.”

“Wait here.”

Hux frowns, watching as Kylo walks through the sliding door and into his bedchambers, emerging a few moments later with his scruffy old cowl in his arms—and something nestled inside. He’s holding it so gently, peering inside and rubbing his finger against whatever it is. Hux’s heart hammers in his chest, stepping forward, and letting out a sigh of sheer relief when he sees a ball of orange fur curled up inside Kylo’s cowl.

“Oh my stars,” Hux gasps, tugging the material away so he can see Millie’s sleeping face. She blinks awake, meowing and sitting up when she sees Hux’s face. “Millicent!”

“I found her wandering the corridor,” Kylo says, letting her jump into Hux’s arms. “I thought you’d kill her if you found her so I took her in. I thought the no pets rule came from you.”

“Never,” Hux shakes his head. He sets Millie down on the floor to pet her properly but she just puts her front paws against his chest and leans up to rub her cheeks against his, purring softly. “I like animals. I know how much they make people feel better. I’d be lost without her. But Daddy will never let you get lost ever again, Millie.”

“Daddy?” Kylo stifles a laugh.

“Yes. I’m her human.”

“Because you’re both ginger?”

“Shut up, Ren.”

[giorno-plays-piano]

The Pretender Next Door Part 2 Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader  Warning: Swearing.  Summary: Lying is despicable, but nothing beats the humiliation of pretending you have a lovely boyfriend when, in fact, you have none. Could your handsome neighbor help you, though?  Words: 2138.  Part 1 _____________________________________ It went better you thought it would. Your colleagues were mostly friendly and open, your work environment seemed both interesting and challenging enough, and living in the new apartment was comfortable and pretty peaceful. Well, that man from the 5th floor was singing songs from Bridget Jones Diary on Friday mornings really loudly, but you were an early bird, so you didn’t care, truly. You hadn’t seen Steve much, though it was more an advantage rather than not. He wasn’t bringing any girls into his apartment, and it really bothered you. Worse, he wasn’t bringing any boys either. Your last hope was that Steve belonged to some kind of swingers club or something and had orgies in a different place.

Swingers club? Damn, girl. This man was making you crazy.

You did your best to forget about that perfection of a man living next door. You needed to build your life from scratch in this mad city of New York, and having relationships now was not on your list. In fact, it had never been.

One busy month had already passed when you got a chance to talk to Steve again. You were stepping inside the elevator, tired after work. Next week you were organizing a big holiday party for employees, and things were going more and more stressful with each day. It turned out that way more people had allergies they didn’t state previously, most of them new employees like you, and you had to adjust the menu; then that band your VP of Marketing wanted to have suddenly asked more money than you discussed before, and…

Well, event planning was always like that. Why complaining now when you spend all those years in college and then decided to move to NY? It was predictable. What was unpredictable was you lying to your married colleagues that you had a boyfriend. Why on Earth did you say that? Yes, it was a bit embarrassing to be the only woman who wasn’t in a relationship, but did you ultimately have to lie about it? It was so stupid and childish. Surely, there were more than one single woman in New York.

Anyway, you had a bottle of white wine and Netflix movies waiting for you at home. You would deal with everything else later, including your imaginary boyfriend.

“Wait, please!”

You snapped out of your thoughts and immediately pressed a button to leave the doors open, and the next second Steve almost flew inside the elevator. Oh, was he just in front of you and you hadn’t seen him again? Seriously, you needed to put yourself together.

“Hello.” You smiled a bit shyly and pressed another button to get the elevator moving.

He looked as handsome as always in his dark blue jacket and… oh God, he could wear nothing at all and still looked like a prince. No clothes at all would be far more preferable…

“Hello.” His glowing smile made it hard to keep your eyes off his face.

Nonono, just stop staring and keep your eyes down. You had enough things on your plate already, there was no place left for a giant sun named Steve Rogers who would indeed burn you to ashes the same second you decide to come closer.

“So, are we going the same floor?” He suddenly asked. Wait, did he forget you literally lived next door?

“Um, yes.”

Steve scratched the back of his head; for a few seconds he seemed lost in thought. You decided to drop it. Maybe he had a bad memory or something.

“Oh, I get it, you probably visiting my new neighbor.” He just grinned through those perfectly white teeth.

What? Did he already forget he spent at least half an hour in your hallway repairing your bookshelf? Just how bad was his memory if he didn’t recognize your face, for God’s sake? Well, anyway, if you wanted him to have a flaw, you had to be happy he got one. Better than being a secret swinger, wasn’t it?

“Actually, I am your new neighbor.” You let out an awkward laugh and stared at your pretty kitten heels shoes you bought before leaving Key West. Why were you upset? You just thought about not getting into relationship with anyone. Besides, you doubted you had a chance to date Steve Rogers even if New York’s female population would be five times smaller its actual size.

Lost in your thoughts again, you missed his immediate change of expression, his face completely red with embarrassment and shame.

“God, I’m an idiot with a fish’s memory span.” He groaned and looked somewhere up, shutting his eyes for a few seconds. “I’m so sorry! I mean, of course I remember you, Y/N, it just, ugh, you know… you just look a bit different and… Jesus Christ, I’m gonna say something stupid again, aren’t I?.. Just, ugh, sorry.”

With the guilt all over his pretty face he reminded you of a puppy who ate someone’s shoe, and you chuckled. It wasn’t as bad as you though, he still remembered your name. It was true you were different comparing to the day he met you – you were wearing way more makeup, including bright lipstick, to look older for your colleagues who were in their 40s and 50s. You also had a nice New Look black dress, and your hair were curled. Although you did not expect to look so different to others, maybe Steve simply didn’t take a closer look at your face that time?

And you could still take it as his flaw. Not bad enough, but still something!

“Don’t worry, you only saw me two times in your life.” You laughed it off and stepped out of the elevator once the doors were open. “Now if you see here a grumpy old woman with Ikea bags please remember the way I looked today.”

Steve followed you into a narrow corridor and burst out laughing, his face slowly losing its funny redness. You suspected he still felt kind of guilty, but he tried to keep it cool when you bid him goodbye and entered your apartment.

Thinking of any other possible flaws he might have, you took off your shoes and threw you bag on the comfy grey sofa in the middle of the room. You were finally home. Now you could change into your favorite blue pyjamas and fluffy slippers, take off your makeup and have some good time watching your favorite romcoms. Although you didn’t have anything for dinner, you could easily order something like a nice pizza or lasagna from that family-owned pizzeria around the corner.

The next hour you spent in a tub, washing away your worries. One was still there though: what were you supposed to do with your imaginary boyfriend? Your biggest issue was that your colleagues asked you to bring him to the party. Of course, they thought it was a nice gesture since they often brought their own husbands and boyfriends, but now they just made your life way more difficult. Even if you could say your boyfriend got sick or something at the day of the event, what then? Thankfully, no one demanded to see your photos yet, but they could. And they might ask you to bring him to dinners they had altogether sometimes, and God knows what else.

You were stupid enough to make up some super romantic story about a perfect guy any girl would like to date. It was embarrassing to think of it now, but you definitely got affected by the marriage stories of your colleagues who spent the whole lunch hour talking about their lovely husbands. Your problem was you tried to fit in too much.

Well, you probably had to come up with something about breaking up once you moved to NY. Funny, because your “boyfriend” was living here and waiting for you for a year to come over and transform your long-distance relationships into something bigger. Hell, you even said you might marry him. Why were you so careless? Why did your colleagues’ opinions matter so much?

You sighed, putting on an old black hoodie. You were hopeless.

Then you heard the doorbell rang and frowned. You were not expecting anyone since you didn’t order your pizza yet.

You hurried to the door in your slippers and put your hair into a ponytail on the way. It was around 8 pm. Who could it be? Did someone just mistake your apartment for someone’s else? You knew your aunt wasn’t coming without telling you first, and no one else knew where you moved to.

But you opened the door, and you found glowing Steve there with a plate in his hands. You were so stunned you just kept standing there until you heard him snicker. Wait, what? Steve? Did he need to borrow anything? Why was he here?

“H-hi Steve. Please, come in.” You stepped back awkwardly to let him go inside and saw him smiling even wider once he spotted your fluffy blue slippers. Could it get even more humiliating than that?

“Hi there. I’ve actually come to apologize properly for the… well, you know.” He almost looked like he was blushing a bit. “And I brought you a lemon pie. Although I baked it myself, I swear it’s not poisonous!”

Great, your absolutely perfect blue-eyed neighbor with blond hair and a winning smile was so nice he brought you a homemade pie. Girl, you were losing it. Maybe he was a serial killer instead of a swinger? It would make sense, indeed. Maybe it wasn’t wise touching this pie? Damn, you hoped he tried to kill you instead of just being nice, because Steve was clearly out of this world.

“I mean… not like baked it the way my mother did… more like googling an easy recipe online and putting everything I found into an instant pot…”

You were ready to slap yourself when you saw Steve fidgeting nervously in the hallway. You had to keep your lovely neighbor out of your mind.

“Thank you so much.” Taking the plate from his huge warm hands you felt your body temperature rising. “But you didn’t have to do that. There’s nothing to be sorry about!”

“No, I was being stupid and…”

“Well, whatever. Just come here and share this pie with me so I can check if it’s poisonous or not.” You tried your best to make a joke out of it and laughed, nodding towards the kitchen. “I can make either tea or coffee. What would you prefer? Um, if you’d like to stay, of course.”

“Only if you don’t mind the guy who couldn’t recognise his own neighbor.”

You spent the next hour chatting about anything and everything. Even though you had never been talkative with people you barely knew, Steve had seemed so trustworthy and friendly you were not able to stop. He talked a lot too, telling you more about himself, claiming he was “just a kid from Brooklyn.” He didn’t finish his university degree because of some financial issues and was now working in an auto repair shop. He still wanted to return to engineering, though, but the only jobs he was offered were some unpaid internships and things like that. And he also played guitar. And he had just finished renovating his own apartment.

The only flaw you found was his issue with keeping the rooms clean as he was overly impressed with your place and how tidy it was. Well, it was something.

Then you had somehow told him about your work, new company, colleagues, the event, and… and that imaginary boyfriend of yours. When you realized you complained about your silly lies, it was already late. Steve was biting his lips not to laugh. Oh, great. Now he was thinking how pitiful you were, pretending to have someone in order to gain some respect from your new coworkers. What kind of girl would say these things to a man like him? You were clearly out of your mind. The only good thing about it was that Steve would probably walk out of your apartment and never come back again.

“Please don’t think I’m laughing at you. It’s… a bit funny, I mean, that you think there’s nothing you could do with your issue.” He grinned at you, almost pouting like a little baby. “Think of it, you just need to ask some guy you know to pretend he’s your boyfriend. Ask him to come with you to this holiday event, and then some time later you can say you broke up with him.”

For a minute you fell silent, staring at the guy in front of you with wide eyes.

“Wait, but I don’t know anyone here. I can’t merely go to anyone on the street and ask him to do this for me, right?”

“Well, for starters, you know me.”

[itsuki-minamy]

“K - THE FIRST STORY”

CHAPTER 3: THE SWORD, THE CAT, AND THE SEVEN KINGS (Part 3 / End)

Translation: Naru-kun Raws: Ridia

* Prologue: Side: The Boy * Chapter 1: The boy named Isana Yashiro * Chapter 2: Flames * Chapter 3: The Sword, the Cat, and the Seven Kings (01 / 02)

Humans, if they're too hungry, their heads won't work.

The boy is accused of murder, he is about to be cut by a guy with a sword, a naked girl shows illusions, and loses the power to think deeply about them. He just remembered the relief that Neko, who was running naked, put on his jacket properly because it was so cold in the middle of the night.

Now the three of them aren't even sure what purpose they were pursuing, and are kneeling in the boy's room, which is the beginning, to get rid of his harsh breath. The fatigue and hunger from not having eaten since last night seems overwhelming.

In the hallway of the student dormitory, the peaceful buzz of boys and girls trying to go to school in uniform resounded, like "Good morning." and "Did you do your homework?"

Kuro was also tired of being thrown during the night. Still, he has not lost sight of his purpose, and when he stands weakly to his feet, he reaches for the sword at his waist.

"Bad "King"... Isana Yashiro... By order of the dead "King"... You..."

However, since he has escaped many times, he is very weak. Also, there is swirling graffiti on the raised Kuro's left cheek, with "stupid" on the right cheek and "meat" on the forehead. It was written by Neko while being carried away by illusion. However, while chasing him, she got used to it, so she didn't laugh anymore.

Looking at Kuro, who was trying his best to draw his sword, the boy was confused on what to do, with a feeling that was different from the already imminent sense of crisis and was mixed with a slight sense of humor.

At that moment, a sad sound and signal was heard. It's Neko's belly.

"Shiro, I'm hungry… Ah~"

At what was said, the boy's belly screamed and responded.

"At the moment... aside from the accumulated stories, why don't we eat?"

At the boy's suggestion, Kuro frowned, "What...?", But his belly obediently complained of hunger.

The boy was flirting and standing up to him.

"Thanks for your support."

It's okay to put the problem aside for the moment and eat, but the boy had no other household skills than cooking rice.

It seems that Neko loves to eat too, but she can't seem to cook like a natural thing, and when they stood in the kitchen and talked about how they could make something that they could eat, it seemed like they couldn't make it. He stood up.

When he sees a briefcase that appeared to be stuffed with guns on the table, does he want to kill before meals? Although it was loud, when he opened it, there were some kitchen gadgets like his own kitchen knife and condiments that he thought were professional.

What kind of person is this guy, a chef who thinks he is a samurai? The boy is confused and watches Kuro's tendency.

Kuro first looked inside the refrigerator and looked at him.

The contents of the refrigerator in the room of the boy who does not cook is deficient. There are some ingredients that can barely be made with miso soup, but there is nothing that can be a side.

"Shall we go shopping? Because there is something like a supermarket on campus."

"I want to eat fish!"

Kuro looked at the boy and Neko with a hard look, and fell silent with a thoughtful look for a moment. Finally, he turns to Neko instead of the boy.

"Do you want to eat fish?"

"Yes!"

"Then buy three horse mackerel. The skin is crispy and the inside is smooth and juicy."

"Nyaa!"

Neko happily makes her eyes shine.

"If you put some soy sauce on the freshly baked horse mackerel, it tastes great. Because it's simple, it tastes universal and happy."

Horse mackerel, Neko sniffed at the drool.

"Then let's buy eggs. Do you like rolled eggs?"

"Dashimaki?"

"It is a dish that is made by mixing many sardines with broth and eggs, and rolling it while baking. It is a soft and smooth food with a spongy dashi aroma. When you put it in your mouth with grated radish, the flavor is accentuated and returns to be delicious."

Neko's drool could no longer be held and hung from the edge of her mouth. Kuro looked into Neko's eyes and said.

"You want to eat?"

"I want to eat!"

"Well. Then go buy it. Write down any other necessary items in a note. Well, your most important role is definitely bringing Isana Yashiro back to this room. If you run away, you won't be able to eat the delicious food I just mentioned. Do you understand?"

"Okay! Wagahai will eat delicious fish and dashimaki with Shiro!"

It seems like he intends to catch Neko with her appetite and make sure the boy doesn't run away.

In the chase during the night, Kuro seemed to have grasped Neko's characteristics to some extent. The endurance game that lasted over a dozen hours, gave birth to a kind of strange bond between the three of them. There is no trust in her, but he can somehow understand the points that he can trust.

He won't run away anymore... He's so hungry that he doesn't know where to run since he found his home, so he only wants to talk quietly once.

The boy laughed bitterly and watched the exchange between Kuro and Neko.

Steam comes out of the rice cooker and there is a slightly sweet aroma that can cook boy's favorite rice.

But that is not all today. The fragrant smell of burning fish mixed there, playing an indescribable harmony.

Wearing a pink apron, Kuro rhythmically cuts the onions. The boy gazed admiringly at the onions, which quickly and accurately became increasingly thin.

Tofu miso soup is made on the stovetop next to the fish, which has a small, crackling, explosive skin and is exquisitely browned.

After chopping the onions, Kuro takes it upon himself to bake rolled eggs with one fluent hand.

After chopping the onions, Kuro takes it upon himself to bake rolled eggs with one fluent hand.

The egg, which was stirred well in a bowl and mixed with the broth, soy sauce, mirin, etc., was rubbed with a strainer, and the liquid egg was poured into a heated, oiled pan. The egg makes noise and hardens in good condition. Kuro started to roll it into a half mature state with beautiful movements.

"Oh~"

The boy and Neko involuntarily give a voice of admiration. The belly of the two screamed again.

When the eggs in the skillet are tightly rolled, the remaining egg liquid is also poured out and rolled further. In the blink of an eye, a beautiful rolled egg was completed and Kuro put out the fire.

At the same time, the sound of cooking rice resounds, and the fish appears to be baked and the grill rises.

It was a wonderful skill to finish everything at the same time.

The boy and Neko make their eyes shine on the table. It's simple, but that's why it stimulates an empty stomach.

He didn't have all the china in the boy's living room, so he bought it when he was shopping for ingredients.

While shopping, he offered to buy a bowl for Neko and was delighted with her large eyes glowing brightly. Along with Neko, who carefully selects her favorite tea bowl, the boy also chose tableware for Kuro. He doesn't eat as often in the boy's room, but he can't bear to let him eat white rice from a flat plate or drink miso soup from a cup.

Kuro opens the rice cooker. The white steam that smelled of freshly cooked rice rose, and Neko happily offered her a new bowl of tea of ​​her choice. He's staring into her glowing eyes as another rice is spilled.

A boy dressed in a killer robe, a guy trying to cut it, and a mysterious girl who suddenly appeared and was believed to be a normal kitten until yesterday, like a united family, clasped their hands around the warm rice.

"Itadakimasu!"

When he sipped the miso soup, the moderate salty taste and aroma of the soup spread through his mouth. The ingredients are simple, tofu and fried, but the boy thought it was the first time he had had such a delicious miso soup.

"It's delicious! It's really delicious!"

The boy lifts the cheeks with red tide. Kuro didn't look careless, but he snorted with a casual expression.

Neko also hurries, squeezes the muff and rice, and enjoys the fish. However, she didn't seem to be very good at using chopsticks and she spilled grains of rice in a conspicuous way.

When he saw how Neko was eating, he looked up and pulled the voice recorder from his chest.

"Rice is important, chew it well."

A man's deep voice rang out from the voice recorder. It was a good voice that was smart but also had a mysterious feel to it, but the boy twisted his head at a strange word like haiku, slogan, etc.

"That's…"

Kuro's eyes said, "Do you want to listen?" He turned to the boy as his eyes twinkled. Seeing his glowing eyes, he said that he was talking about a mysterious tape recorder, the boy was sensitive to the long annoying air it created, and the sign that a story was likely to unfold that the boy didn't care, and he quickly turned his important attention to the rice.

As he cut the fluffy rolled egg into bite-size pieces with his chopsticks, cut out the story of the person that is important to the guy.

"By the way, I want to ask you now."

When the boy changed, Kuro also turned to the boy, erasing the childish expression he wanted to show off when he played the tape recorder.

"In the first place, who are those men who chased me?"

They were people who manipulated supernatural powers, such as attacking with a metal bat that spewed flames and shooting fireballs with cigarettes. Both Kuro and Neko have a mysterious power, so the boy feels lost if he is the only common person.

"A member of their clan was killed. They are seeking revenge."

"Clan member? Are they a runaway tribe or a mafia or something?"

"Clan is a group that follows the 'King', and Clansman is a member of it. The 'Red King' Suoh Mikoto is the 'King' of the third clan, and the most temperamental man among the 'Kings'."

Clan, clan member, "King", "Red King".

The boy freezes slightly, writing down the words that appear in his head.

"In short, the head of the supernatural powers? Is there some other group like that? Do you mistake me for the criminal who killed that member?"

"I am not mistaken; you are the criminal himself. When I finish eating this, I will crush you properly."

The boy was told with a very serious look and a tone that declared that he would take care of the domestic matters he had to do.

"Yes..." He withdrew.

Although he is eating rice with him, he seems willing to carry out the execution after the meal. There are simple parts that are easy to use in Kuro and stubborn parts that are unlikely to bend smoothly, and it seems easy to understand and difficult to read.

"Fill it up!"

Neko, who was happily eating, happily handed the empty tea bowl to Kuro. Kuro receives his bowl and tries to serve rice naturally as if he is doing it every day.

"Oh, yeah, me too!"

They have an especially delicious side dish today, and the boy's favorite white rice is on the rise. Kuro silently stared for a few seconds at the boy who took advantage of Neko and pushed the tea bowl away.

"Well, this is probably the last white rice of my life."

With a light sigh, Kuro also received the boy's tea bowl.

He doesn't want this to be the last meal, but the white rice he eats with the garnish that Kuro made is really delicious, so the boy chews the stuffed rice he got and puts a juicy fish on it.

"I know why they are after me, but why are you trying to kill me in the first place? You are not a partner of those people, right?"

It seemed like a lonely little shadow had fallen over his eyes.

"Because I am a vassal of the Seventh King, the former 'Colorless King'."

"Colorless?"

"It means it has no color. My deceased master ordered me to carefully identify the next 'King' and if he is bad, I will not hesitate to eliminate him. He had the power to predict the future."

He must have longed for the dead master. When talking about that person called Miwa Ichigen, Kuro has a scathing tone.

"The power of prophecy... "Colorless King"... What is that "King" you mentioned earlier?"

"He has great power and embodies the reason of this world. The power of the 'King' is moving this country. It is something that ordinary human beings do not know."

It's a tremendous story and the boy makes his eyes go round

"I was wondering if the Prime Minister was the greatest in this country..."

The current prime minister, Samukawa Kanichi, is not very popular but he is not very obnoxious and he is a person who still maintains a medium approval rating. There is no atmosphere like that of a king, but in this country where there should be no royal system, Prime Minister Kanichi should have the decision-making power to move the country first.

"Now, the politics and economy of this country cannot be established without the power of one man. Japan, which became a defeated country and was eaten by the surrounding countries, could now become the greatest economic and technological power of the world because of the appearance of that man in this country."

"Who is that man?"

"He is called the 'Golden King'. His power is secretly everywhere, for example..."

Kuro poured the soy sauce into the chabudai and took the PDA out of his pocket.

"Both were created by a company controlled by the 'Golden King'."

Soy sauce, PDA, gender and manufacturer are different, but both are famous brands that are spread all over the world.

“The head of those people with fire powers, you said he is the 'Red King', right? Is there red and gold?"

"There are seven kings."

"Seven people?"

Kuro took out various condiments from the briefcase containing a set of kitchen utensils and placed them on the table.

The seven seasonings with different colors on the tops can indicate seven "kings" respectively. Kuro puts his index finger on the seasoning on the red cap that contains paprika powder.

"The character of the clan is completely different depending on the 'king' who rules. For example, if you describe the Red Clan in one word, it is violence."

The boy instinctively frowned, "Uh…". He is being attacked by people who are like symbols of violence. The boy on the skateboard who attacked the boy with a metal bat without asking questions was certainly violent language.

"That is a very close-knit clan, which is united with an elegance darker than blood. Killing that member was a very stupid thing on the part of the new 'King'."

"That's why! It's definitely about someone else! I'm not a 'King' and I didn't kill anyone in the first place!"

The boy is quick to insist on the premise of something he does not remember. Kuro sipped tea silently with a nasty face.

Neko, who should be on the boy's side, seems not to be interested in the story of the two, and when she finished eating the rice, she got on the bed and started playing with the boy's umbrella.

"The 'King' is the one that moves the economy and is the boss of the mafia, right? A high school student living a mediocre life like me is not a 'King'!"

“I have said that the nature of the 'King' varies. There are several ways to do it. The fourth royal authority, the "Blue King", is the head of an institutional police organization for those who have powers, while the first royal authority has immutable power, but is shrouded in mystery. He is patrolling the sky over Tokyo in an airship without fulfilling the role of 'King'."

"Airship... Oh, I certainly could see it. That's a 'King' too, isn't it..."

There is something strangely intriguing, and the boy hugs himself around his belly on the shirt.

“Furthermore, although the existence of the fifth 'King', the 'Green King' has been confirmed, but he has not appeared on the table and appears to be planning something under the surface. It's no wonder if you're a newborn 'King', a high school student, or if you're hiding your status and power as a 'King' and killing for an evil purpose."

"Oh... what does that mean..."

“There is a mysterious relic called "Dresden Slate" that selects the "King" and grants him great power. It is said to be a huge block of stone with a mysterious power that was discovered and studied in Dresden, Germany, during World War II. After the war, the Slate was brought to Japan and is now kept in the Mihashira Tower, which is the residence of the "Golden King". I've never really seen it. The criteria for the Slate to choose the 'King' are unknown, but history shows that not only are good people chosen, and that position and age have nothing to do with it."

"Hmm...", the boy gave a warm reply.

"But I don't have any supernatural powers..."

"Is that what you are hiding? The Seventh King, the "Colorless King", is a special "King" who has different characteristics for each generation. What kind of power and what role does he play appears on the Slate. It is said to be a prankster who knows no limits, the king of clowns. So I don't know what kind of power you have, even if you're hiding it."

"No, I'm not hiding it..."

"Just what is common to successive 'Colorless Kings'."

Without hearing the boy's objections, Kuro continues.

"The 'Colorless King', good or bad, has the power to interfere with the 'King' and change the balance of power between the 'Kings'. The predecessor, Ichigen Miwa, was a kind person. He was doing his best as mediator so that there would not be a conflict between the 'Kings'. The new 'Colorless King', as 'King' has shed human blood, and I cannot forgive him for causing and causing chaos!"

In front of Kuro, who speaks enthusiastically, the boy again heaves a heavy sigh.

Perhaps Neko was tired of playing alone, she returned to the kotatsu and picked up a piece of fish that was slightly stuck to the plate with her finger and put it in her mouth.

Each plate was carefully emptied. When Kuro put his hands on the plate he had finished eating, the boy did the same.

"Thanks for the food."

When Kuro and the boy talked to each other, Neko compared them to each other, clasped his hands as if to look at them and said, "Sorry."

Kuro drinks the hot tea and stands up naturally.

"It's time to kill you."

So, Kuro said that with the same ease as if he said that he would go to a convenience store.

Neko jumps up and poses intimidatingly while yelling "Shah!" The boy was impatient and held out his hand.

"Wait, wait! Then it's funny! Let's calm down! The reason you want to kill me is because I'm the evil 'Colorless King', right? What's the evidence?"

"That video."

"It's so easy to fake! Don't you think that's funny? Why would I call myself the 'Colorless King'?"

"Evil, you reveal yourself."

"If it were so… I made a mess with those dangerous people, I'd already be running away to a safer place! Right?"

Kuro looked away with a thoughtful gaze, but it seems his determination to kill him hasn't changed yet. The boy says desperately.

"I said it many times, I'm just a mediocre high school student!"

"So who is she? Is she not your clan member?"

Kuro pointed at Neko. Neko, who was still intimidating, turned to her own topic and showed her big eyes as if she had struck the void.

"Eh? No... She is..."

The boy looks at Neko from head to toe. The beautiful long-haired girl, who wears only the boy's uniform coat and exposes her bare feet in the harsh place, does the movements that animals actually perform, as she claims to be a cat.

Apparently, it is the identity of the kitten who was friends with the boy, but that is not what he wants to hear and the boy had no words to explain what she was.

The boy asks Neko directly.

"Who are you? Or what are you?"

"Wagahai is a cat!"

Neko said it like she did at the beginning, and she was very excited.

Kuro puts his hand on his jaw as he ponders.

“A Strain… Is she here by chance? Cannot be."

"Strain?"

"A person who has her own special power without being granted by a 'King'. Some people have it."

The boy asked Neko, "Is that so?", But Neko tilted her head with a smile.

"I don't understand anything, but I'm Shiro's cat, and Shiro is mine!"

Neko declares that in a good mood and starts dancing around happily.

Kuro also thought that it was difficult to think that this innocent girl understood the story of the evil "King" or was his vassal.

The boy turned to Kuro and faced him with the greatest sincerity he had.

"Hey, Kuro Yatogami. This is probably some kind of unfair accusation. I'm going to clear up that suspicion in front of you! And I'll ask those scary people to clear up the misunderstanding. No!"

Holding his fist in front of his chest, the boy insisted.

"Your deceased master said to identify the other person and kill him if he was evil, right? Then identify me correctly, if I am good or bad!"

Kuro straightened his line of sight towards the boy and paused to think a bit. Finally, he took out of his pocket that voice recorder that played during meals and handed it to the boy.

"Press a button."

"Hey?"

"Do it."

The atmosphere cannot be maintained any longer, the boy gets confused and presses a button, "Well then..."

"Do not judge the cold, without first knowing the heat of the burning sun."

A good voice flowed with astringency, depth and sensuality.

"What is that?"

The boy was very confused, but Kuro was convinced of something.

"Don't make a quick decision. You have apparently earned a chance to live, Isana Yashiro."

Even with a smile, he was confused. He's not sure what that means, but for the first time, he's happy that Kuro's attitude has softened and the boy's expression relaxes.

"Shiro is fine. Yes, can I call you Kuro?"

"Isana Yashiro."

Kuro, who called him by his full name to cut off his offer, stretched his back and looked at the boy with a stern look.

"I will identify you as you say, and if I find out that you are evil, I will kill you immediately. Okay?"

He thinks he was stubborn, loud, but sincere. In response to Kuro's statement, the boy smiled and asked for a handshake and extended his right hand.

"Thank you, Kuro. That is enough for now."

"If you are grateful, thank Ichigen-sama for advising me."

Kuro doesn't hold his hand and walks away.

The fact that he gave up means that the voice of that recorder is the voice of "Ichigen Miwa". The boy wondered why he was really worried about the tape recorder containing Miwa's mysterious words.

"What is that voice recorder?"

At that moment, the atmosphere Kuro was wearing changed. The atmosphere becomes brighter as if a flower is blooming, and a loose smile is shown as if such a face is made, and the cheeks become red.

He seemed to be excited and began to speak rapidly while breathing.

"This is…! This is a record of the words of the late master, Ichigen-sama. The words of Ichigen-sama, who was also an avant-garde poet, were so connotative and beautiful! I was recording it. It was not enough. burn it on my soul, and I still get lost."

Out of breath, Kuro presses the switch on the recorder.

"Occasionally walk the path you have chosen, the path of your dreams."

"Miwa's words" flow from the tape recorder, and during the narration period, he listens with an elated face that appears to have been beaten. Stained like an apple, Kuro picked up the recorder and looked at the boy with a proud face.

"That's what I'm saying!"

"How awful!"

An honest impression came out of the boy's mouth.

++++++++++

Wagahai is a cat. There is no name yet.

She feels like she used to have one, but she forgets. So a cat is just a cat.

Neko is now curled up on the boy's bed in the shape of a kitten.

She chased him from last night until morning, and when she had breakfast, she made her sleepy, so the boy said, "We will sleep for the moment."

The boy is sleeping under the blanket where the cat is curled up, and on a small tatami space, Kuro is leaning against the wall, sleeping with a sword in a sitting position.

Neko doesn't like Kuro. He came to destroy the happy days with the boy.

There is no way she will like people who say terrible things like kill the boy.

However, the rice he made was so delicious that she forgives him a bit. Especially the fish with crispy skin and plump body was wonderful.

Inside the room with the curtains closed, the morning sun shines through the gap, but it is comfortable and dim.

Neko tried to fall asleep as she was, and after thinking for a moment, she moved towards him. Bring her face to the boy's face and wave by bringing the tips of their noses together.

"Good luck, Shiro."

Neko snuggled into a position where the boy's body temperature could be felt. It is not cold here.  She is not alone. She liked this place where she could hear the boy breathing next to her.

Neko is from Shiro, and Shiro is from Neko.

Feeling the temperature of her favorite company, Neko closes her eyes and enters the world of dreams.

[atlas-of-a-human-soul]

Hurt, pt. 11 (E.D.)

Summary: Y/N’s in for a surprise. 

Warnings: ANGST, slight fluff, swearing, talk of depression

Word Count: 2900

Hurt - Masterlist

Knocking on Grayson’s office door as she enters, Y/N tilted her head to the left which always meant trouble.

“Silly question, but, um…did you by any chance tell my landlord that I won’t be returning to the apartment?” She kept her voice airy and sweet, but there was nothing sweet about the subtle glare she had sent his way.

“You know the apartment, right? The one I got because I had no home to come back to, right? The one I hadn’t gone to because the pregnancy got a little iffy so I stayed with you until I got cleared which happened a week ago and now I wanted to go home and found all my stuff is gone and my lease is up?”

Grayson swallowed thickly as he stared at her, wondering what excuse he could come up with so quickly that would save him from the hurricane she could turn into at any given moment. After all, if this was a cartoon, he’d see steam coming out of her head by now.

“Figured it would be safer for you to stay with us until birth. Clara loves having you around and you’re wasting money on a place you’re never at.” Grayson shrugged, hoping that careless looking gesture won’t result in his imminent death.

“That’s very thoughtful of you…if only your brother wasn’t going to come home and be in a shouting distance away from me while I’m trying to figure my life out!” She closed the door behind her, walking over to the chair across from his desk. She needed to settle down because her backaches had decided to start early on. She didn’t want to think about what it would feel like once the babies actually grew bigger.

“Look, Ethan isn’t looking to make your life harder. He just wants a chance. The man who broke your heart isn’t the same man you’re going to see when he gets out, okay?” Grayson sighed as she dropped her gaze. She always does that when Ethan is mentioned. Grayson thought it to be a form of self-defense, a way to tune out the world and center herself. Perhaps it was also a way to hide the emotion in her eye at the sound of his name for her eyes always betrayed her.

“I’m asking you like a brother, please give him a chance to prove he won’t hurt you again.” Grayson felt strongly about Ethan’s way of doing things in the past, but he swore an oath to himself to try and rectify things with him. It’s never just about who fights with you side by side during the battle, it’s also about those who stay to help clean the battlefield and Grayson promised himself to do both.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t see him again. Or talk to him. Because I want to. I need to. But there are things you can’t jump into and for me, this is one of those things.” Sighing, Y/N readjusted herself in the chair, her previous position no longer helping with the back pain.

“You know I’m sort of seeing someone, right?” Grayson’s heart dropped. He assumed she might like someone, but for her to admit to it officially was bad. It raised every single red flag in his mind.

“Well then, if you’ve found your missing treasure, shall we go? I hate to hurry you, but I really have to get back to the hospital and I’m sure you would rather be anywhere but here.” Edward smiled softly, his subtle jabs didn’t go unnoticed despite how he tried to make it all sound.

“This is my home, Ed. Plus, I’m staying with my brother in law across from this plot, so I’m gonna stay a little longer, okay?” She told herself she would be honest with Edward and she kept that promise so far. She didn’t feel quite ready to leave the house because not even a minute inside, she had felt herself relax. Some of the memories haunted her, but she still felt right. Although, the house didn’t feel quite like home without Ethan.

“You know I didn’t mean anything bad by what I said, right?”

“I mean, he’s aware of my situation and we’re taking it so slow that I haven’t even kissed him. It’s like…friendship with potential to be something more and I want to explore that.” Clasping her hands together in her lap, she averted her gaze to where her wedding ring used to sit. The empty place was still something she had to get used to and she didn’t deny it or lie to herself about it anymore. She loves Ethan Dolan and yes, he hurt her and yes, she still wants him in her life. She isn’t ashamed to admit it.

“Is it that doctor?” Grayson’s voice is gruff, his body stiff and Y/N knows he’s not too fond of the idea.

“Yes. But that’s…Edward knows how I feel about Ethan. He knows I’m pregnant and about to swell up like a whale. He knows all that, but he looks past it. For the first time in a while, I feel seen. I feel wanted. So, please, don’t make me out to be the bad guy. Don’t judge me on how I choose to fix what Ethan broke.” She didn’t get to finish before Grayson stood up so abruptly his chair fell back and startled Y/N into a gasp.

“I know. But you do know I’m still very much married and I’m not sure that’s going to change, right?” Y/N countered, moving closer to Edward’s tall frame. He nodded, biting his lip hard enough for Y/N to feel her heart clench for him. She didn’t want to hurt him, but if he keeps insisting he is fine with her past, she considered her hands to be clean.

“Much aware. Thanks.” His dry response had made her sigh, heavily so. She liked Edward. She enjoyed his company. She found his mind just as sexy as his body and she wanted to be close with him. Closer.

“I hate saying it, but I’m sure you’re aware of my attraction to you too. And it’s okay if it’s not mutual because being friends is just fine with me as well because I’m far from ready to actively date someone, but I think you should know. If you feel the same way, you need to know I’m not ready for serious feelings and all that relationship stuff. I have my plate full with the pregnancy and the feelings I still have for Ethan. It’s not something that goes away overnight.” Tired of rambling while he just stared at her with his big, blue eyes, Y/N stopped to take a proper breath. She expected him to have so much to say in response, especially since she had openly admitted that he’d never be a priority in her life. Her children come first…Ethan second. At least for now he does. But Edward had just one thing to say and he said it with a smile.

“You like me?”

“Sorry, didn’t mean to be so dramatic.” Grayson chuckled as he walked around his desk and lowered himself to his knees before Y/N. Taking her hands into his, he spoke.

“Stay with us until birth. It will give you and Ethan a chance to heal at your own pace and the rest of us peace of mind. Mum offered you to stay with her, but you know how she can get.” Grayson raised an eyebrow as he remembered all the ways his mother goes overboard when one of them isn’t feeling good and with Y/N and three grandchildren in mind? She’d drive Y/N crazy within a week.

“Okay, okay. But no more waking auntie up before eleven o'clock, okay? I’m on a leave and I need to sleep before these tiny humans take over my life!”

Agreeing with Grayson, Y/N had returned to their home.

Turning around, she looked back at her old house longingly. Ever since she went back to see the ring Bianca mentioned, Y/N had felt the house calling for her. While she could fight it on most days, Y/N had found herself drawn today. Siren's song was a joke in comparison to the magnetic pull she felt in her heart, her legs moving closer to it on their own accord.

She couldn’t come inside. Not when her heart felt like it moved to her throat and her breathing turned erratic at the idea. No. Y/N decided on something she deemed a lesser evil – she decided to sit on the porch swing she had been observing fondly for so long.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY DID THIS FOR ME!” Y/N cried out as she nearly tackled Ethan to the ground in her glee, her eyes spilling tears like a dam broke. She rarely cried, but this gesture – this kind, selfless gesture motivated by pure, unadulterated love – this was worth crying for.

“Don’t cry.” Ethan’s voice turned small and soft, gentle like a lover’s touch and she couldn’t help but cry harder at the sweetness in his tone. She always knew his tough act was a just that – an act, but when he would drop the act around her, she couldn’t quite help herself from falling deeper in love. Ethan was always so incredibly kind, tender, loving and she never knew how he was known as the intimidating twin. What she knew of him could never come close to it. Ethan she knows is as intimidating as a kitten.

“Do you not like the color? Or placement? I can change it all!” He continued, his voice drawing a smile to her face. To be so loved by someone like she felt loved by Ethan Dolan, it’s truly a blessing. She had thought herself to be unlovable as she was growing up. Y/N was never the type the guys would lose their minds over, or ask to the dance, or facetime until 3 am. Y/N was the overlooked girl, the forgettable kind…the girl guys approached solely to ask if she could hook them up with her friends. But with Ethan? She was the only girl in the world.

“No, no, no.” She chuckled, sniffling in her attempt to speak up.

“Don’t change a damn thing. I love it and I love you and I cannot put into words just how much this swing means to me.”

The swing she had once adored felt like a teasing ghost. It stood witness to every kiss, every caress, every moment that had mattered between her and Ethan that she had a hard time even looking at it. But she knew it was ridiculous to fear an object or a memory. In the spirit of changing, Y/N walked right up to the porch and sat down on the swing. It creaked slightly as she put her weight on it fully, reminding her of the time she asked Ethan to see why it’s creaking and he promised her he’d do it.

Three days later they weren’t even living together anymore.

Closing her eyes, she let the silence of the house calm her down. She wasn’t quite used to the silence, finding it eerie at first because usually one of them was inside blasting music. The silence took some time to get used to, but when she did, Y/N felt at peace.

Until she heard footsteps so near that her heart jumped at the sound.

“I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ethan bit his lip nervously, standing five feet away from her with a bag thrown over his shoulder. His eyes were dark, but not with lust as they used to be…this was something much deeper. Something she didn’t understand.

“It’s okay. I suppose I’m sort of trespassing.” She smiled, deciding to be kind. She wanted to show him the kindness he showed her when he made this swing. And yes, she knew a lot of the work was done by Grayson, but Ethan tried and that’s all she ever wanted from him. She wanted him to care enough to try.

“You’re not. The house is in both our names, remember?” Ethan kinked his left eyebrow, probably unaware just how much she missed seeing that. She missed his kinked eyebrows and she missed his stupid smirks and his annoyingly beautiful voice. She missed him.

“Wanna sit?” She tapped the spot beside her, the left side where he’d usually sit. She’d read a book and drink her tea, her legs secured in his lap as he watched something on his phone. Sitting like that, in silence, no words needed? That was comfortable. It takes a certain amount of love and understanding for two people to be comfortable enough to sit in silence, knowing their silence doesn’t represent something bad, but a good sign.

Ethan didn’t sit on the porch swing for two months before they split. Unbeknownst to Y/N, he hadn’t taken that seat since she left. The swing felt like a sacred place he never let Bianca or anyone else occupy after.

But he took the seat now, feeling like it’s time to face it all. With her by his side, rightfully so.

“Now…wanna tell me why you look like a kicked puppy? Is this…uh…Is that part of being depressed? Because I only saw your eyes look like that once before and I can’t tell anymore.” She didn’t know how to talk to him anymore. Aware that the last thing he needs from her is to see him as a broken toy she can no longer be open with, she decided to be honest. She couldn’t look at him like someone who needed to be fixed. She wanted to be there for him without coddling him when it’s not necessary. Sometimes, he’ll need her to be brutally honest and sometimes she’ll tell him a little white lie, but she still didn’t know when.

Chuckling, Ethan’s face lit up. He knew she was trying to be nice, supportive. He knew she was nervous too and that he caught her off guard because he was supposed to be home two days ago but stayed a little longer and she didn’t expect to see him here today. He understood she was trying her best and that’s something he could appreciate.

“I was a little scared to come home,” Ethan admits, pressing his palms together before securing his hands between his thighs.

“I’m scared to be that guy again. And this house is like a haunted house for me right now. It doesn’t feel like home without you in it and I’m not saying that to guilt you into anything, I’m just trying to be honest about it.” Ethan clarified, his words ringing truth because Y/N felt the same. She knew exactly what he meant. It’s as if all the colors of the world would fade once she walked inside.

“I feel the same way. It’s not very…hospitable without you.” Moving closer, Y/N debated whether she should lean her head on his shoulder or not. She didn’t want to give him false hope of reconciliation until she was sure of where her heart and head are at. However, she also didn’t know if it would be false hope considering just how badly she wanted to lift her legs into his lap and sit there in silence, just watching each other – studying the changes made in the personalities since they last had a heart to heart conversation. She wanted to learn him all over again, but she was terrified of opening herself up to heartbreak again.

Connecting to Edward was easy – her heart was fond of him, but it didn’t bleed for him like it did for Ethan. Ethan made her vulnerable and to put herself in that position again, it scared the life out of her.

“I’m glad you were here though. It’s a little easier to breathe when I don’t have to face it alone.” Ethan pressed his thighs harder to trap his hands more securely. He felt his hands itch to reach out for Y/N, to just touch her. Aware that might be unwanted, he knew he had to reel it in. So he pressed his thighs tighter.

“I know we’re in shambles right now, but you can count on me if you need me. Okay? And I…I’ll be just over the bridge. Literally, just shout my name and I’ll come, because you’re not alone Ethan. But keep in mind I’m getting bigger and slower and I might need a bit of help, so don’t time me.” She smiled when her words made him giggle. She hadn’t heard his choked giggles in so long that her heart felt like flying once she did.

“I missed you,” Ethan admits, glancing her way to see her reaction and all he saw was a woman who didn’t know how to feel.

“Ethan…” She spoke, stopping herself from saying anything else.

“I wanted you to know. That’s all.” Smiling, he tried not to beg her to stay as she stood up to leave.

Nodding, she walked off the porch only to stop at the last step. Turning to meet his lingering gaze, Y/N had done something she told herself she wouldn’t.

“I missed you too.”

She gave Ethan hope.

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If you’re not up to date on our story The Hands of Fate Are Your Own, this will reveal something from Chapter 14. You have been warned ;)

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He wasn’t quite sure which moment it was that had him lose his heart. More likely that it wasn’t a single moment, but many small ones, all piling up, chipping away at what he had thought was an indestructible armor around his heart.

Anders had sworn to himself never to fall in love again. The Circle had made sure of that. It was not that he blamed the other mages. It was hard to be friends with someone who was put into the darkness of a single cell for years, who had to build himself up again after the months of bleakness and hunger and deafening silence over and over again. Loving Karl had been a gamble, one that Karl had paid for with his life - worse, with his self. He couldn’t do that again, not to anyone.

And so he poured every bit of energy he had into caring for those who couldn’t care for themselves.

But by then, she had already swirled into his life like a force of nature. With her smile, and passion, and fierceness, with her teasing and her soft eyes. She hadn’t pulled away when Justice emerged, and it hadn’t changed the twinkle in her eyes when she talked nor the lightness in her voice. 

He had never seen a non-mage who was as protective of mages and vocal about their rights as Adriene Hawke was, and it had made him careless. It was too easy to let the lightness she brought touch him, and before he knew it, he laughed with her, finding himself looking forward to seeing her. It didn’t bother him that she was just as open and lighthearted with the others; in fact, he had thought that would make him safe. Obviously, he wasn’t special to her, so what would make him fall for her? They were friends, not more.

He had been a fool.

Thinking himself firmly on the side of friendship, he had been utterly unprepared for the way her eyes lit up when he came into the Hanged Man one evening and his heart had done a flip.

“Anders!” she exclaimed, her voice full of joy as she jumped up and hurried over to him, grabbing his hand.

His eyebrows rose as he quickly fought for his usual composure, ignoring the suddenly painful beat of his heart. “Alright, what have I done to deserve this greeting?” he asked.

Adriene just laughed. “For once, nothing. But there’s something I need to show you!”

She dragged him along, just stopping to put her tongue out to Isabela who groaned dramatically and said something along the lines of “Not again!”

It was a litter of kitten that a stray cat had decided to give birth to in a corner of Varric’s self-appointed office, and when she held up one of the little ones and told him she had named him “Ser Drools-a-lot, in honor of Ser Pounce-a-lot”, he knew he was lost. Had been lost for a while without noticing it.

But he also knew she didn’t see him that way, so he didn’t say anything, deliberately looking away as she put her arms around Isabela’s shoulders or softly teased a smile from Fenris. It didn’t help that she was so affectionate and free with touches and hugs, leaning against him or even sprawling over his lap when they made camp.

It became a part of their friendship, that quiet longing she never noticed.

“You’re going to kill yourself one day, you know”, he said with a frown when she came to him with a bruise on her chin, blood on her nose, and nasty wounds all over her body.

“They ambushed us!” she protested, suppressing an agonized groan as he helped her pull her blood-soaked tunic off her back. “It wasn’t my fault. All I wanted was some informa―” She stopped talking abruptly and drew a sharp breath as he started to clean an especially bad wound.

Anders threw her a worried look, noting the pallor of her skin and made a decision. In the end, it didn’t matter what she had wanted to do. The details could wait until the next day. He put the sponge away and quickly retrieved a potion from a shelf. It was a potent painkiller, but it would knock her out for a few hours and probably make some of the wounds bleed again. But considering how worrisome some of them were, he would work on her for a while anyway. He could deal with the wounds. “Here,” he said, giving her the flask. “You’re not going anywhere today anyway.”

Pain flickered in her eyes, but Adriene still drew her eyebrows together. “I need to get home to―”

“No, you don’t,” Anders interrupted her. “I’ll send word to Cassia, and you’ll stay in the clinic tonight. Here, this will dull the pain.”

“You want me to spend the night? Tsk, Anders, all you had to do was ask,” she joked, but it came out forced. Anders just shook his head at her, giving her a look as he waited for her to drink the potion.

“Alright, alright,” she muttered, then she downed the potion. Nearly instantly, a look of relief came onto her face as the potion spread through her.

Anders carefully took her by the shoulders and helped her lay down on the cot. He spread his hands over the wounds where he could see fresh blood welling up, the blueish hue of his magic illuminating the room.

Adriene’s eyes fluttered shut, and a deep sigh escaped her at the sensation. “Oh, thank you... You know I love you, right?” she muttered, her speech already slightly slurred as she lost consciousness. Just a second later, the last tension fell from her body, and she lay utterly still.

He looked at her face, peaceful and soft in sleep, and smiled sadly. “I really wish you did,” he whispered. 

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Tabby Tail

Description: Yoongi hears something on his way home from work and it changes his life for good.

Warnings: Flufffy!!!

Posted: 11/11/2018

Tags: safe with me universe, yoongi, hybrid!yoongi

Fluff: 4,107 words

A/N: I was working a different Yoongi fic and this happened and it was way too cute. Third person because it’s not so much a romance. Hope you guys like this fluffy-ness.

Yoongi huffed out a sigh, glaring at the pavement as he walked back to his apartment with the bed that was just a little too hard and rooms devoid of the homey touches and smells that he had grown accustomed to after getting adopted by Micheal—before the laws passed that freed all hybrids. In all honesty, he probably spent more time at Micheal’s sister’s house since Taehyung was always going over and Hobi was there, but in both homes there was this warmth that he didn’t get from his apartment in a town seven hours away from home. He liked his job, he really did. He was working at record label as a producer after being an intern for his last semester of undergrad and they hired him on full-time after that. But he also missed the home-cooked meals and cuddles that came with being at either house he finished growing up in. He froze, unsure why his ears were twitching until he made out a sound he was familiar with after Jin’s triplets had been born. He looked around hoping it was just a parent trying to get their fussy baby to sleep by walking around the block. But the sound was coming from an alley. He followed the sound, his tail lashing in horror as he looked in a dumpster at the infant. He quickly climbed up to pull it out. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. You’re okay,” He whispered, fear spiking through him. How long had it been there? Why would it parents dump her? What was he supposed to do? Should he take it to the police station? Should he take it home and feed it and bathe it and then take it to the police?

He was already walking with it, heading straight for his apartment, the nasty smell of the garbage on such a small being getting the better of him. He was reminded of Hobi, who had protected from owners so long ago, and of the sweet triplets he got to call his cousins, as well as the little boy he got to call his little brother. He had helped out ever since the triplets were born, and when he went home or Becca and Micheal visited he helped with his brother. He’d be fine. Right? Gratitude at the lack of nosy neighbors rose up in him as he made it to his door without any stops, and then he managed to unlock it all while gently bouncing the baby. The baby was less fussy now, or maybe it was just running out of strength. He hurried to the kitchen, but he wasn’t sure what to give the kid. Was it old enough to eat soft foods? Did it need formula? All questions he asked his phone, deciding that he’d play it safe and give it some of the formula that Becca had accidentally left last time they visited. The kid was still in diapers, and seemed to be younger than his brother. He hoped that Becca had forgotten some diapers as well as, and went to look as he let the water warm up for the bottle. He managed to find a diaper that had been looked over when they were packing up to go and hurried to the bathroom to changer it since he knew that it would be uncomfortable and since he didn’t have any of the stuff one would normally use, he had to make do with what he had to take care of her. And it was definitely a her. He glared at the injury to her tail. It looked like it had be cut off recently about halfway down and it had been shoved under clothing that was far too small for the baby. He bathed her before putting her in a clean diaper and carefully treating her tail and looking over her other injuries. His tail flicked angrily behind him as he carefully wrapped her in the softest blankets he had and carried her back into the kitchen to get her that bottle. She wasn’t fussing as much now, obviously exhausted, but the sound of her weak cries scared him. He tested the temperature again, grateful for Becca being a little scattered and leaving behind a bottle along with everything else, and started trying to feed the little tyke. It took a little while, but once she realized it was food she got quiet and drank. He relaxed a little, sitting down and purring softly as her ears perked slightly. “There you go.” He could smell her natural scent, something a little like sugar cookies and the natural baby scent of warm milk. He got a kitchen towel to burp her, pleased that she didn’t spit up on him. But now he had to decide what to do with her. Was he supposed to contact child services? Or take her to the police? Yoongi looked down at her now-peaceful face, noticing how cutely she curled toward him, one hand curled next to her face and the other tucked snugly into the blanket. Her dark hair had a little bit of curl to it, and her brown, tabby-striped ears were fluffy with kitten fur. Then she started purring softly and his heart melted. He called Jin, knowing the older man would know what to do. “Yoongi? Everything okay?” Jin sounded worried, but also partially distracted. “I’m fine, but I…” He didn’t know how to word this. “Yoongi? What’s wrong?” “I found a baby. In a dumpster. I already fed her and gave her a bath and she had a lot of bruises on her and her tail…someone took off half of her tail. Do I take her to the police? Or is there some number I’m supposed to call? What do I do?” Yoongi asked, trying to keep his voice soft so that she would keep drifting off. “You think she was abused?” “Yeah.” “Take her to the police station so that a report can be filed on the abuse. They’ll help you figure things out from there. You okay otherwise?” “Yeah, I’m fine. Everything okay there?” “Just getting ready for Thanksgiving. You coming this year?” “Definitely,” Yoongi replied. “I’m not missing that pecan pie for anything. Not again.” Jin chuckled. “Let me know how it goes at the station. Call us if you need help with anything.” “Thanks, hyung.” “See you soon, Yoongi.” “Bye.” Yoongi slid his phone back into his jacket pocket and gathered his stuff again to head to the police station. It took forever once there, as he explained the situation four different times and they woke her up examining her injuries much to his annoyance and impatience. He wanted them to stop so he could comfort her, his anxiety starting to act up the longer they ignored her cries so they could document the bruises on her tiny body. Finally they let him wrap her up in the blanket again and he held her close, purring to quiet her down more than feeling like he actually wanted to purr and shooting a glare at the careless and clueless officer. But she quieted in his grasp almost immediately, probably because the blankets were still warm. Child services came with a foster parent to look after the baby, but Yoongi recoiled at the smell of the woman. “I’m not letting her be fostered by an addict,” He growled, ears back. Which resulted in two more hours of him arguing with everyone until finally he hissed and took the folder from the woman. “Then I’ll take her.” Fifteen minutes later he had a list of things he’d need to buy for her, and he was grateful that the store was open twenty-four hours. She slept the whole way through the store and the looks he got were priceless. While they finished scanning the items, he sent Jin a quick text telling him to call when he woke up. His phone rang right after he finished putting away all of the things he had bought. “Jin?” “You said to call. Why are you surprised?” “It’s three in the morning. What are you doing up?” “Kae had a nightmare and I wasn’t about to let him wake his mother since she’s not feeling great.” “What’s wrong with her?” “She’s pregnant. I just haven’t told her yet because she’s been stressed. What’s up?” “I took her in.” It was silent for a couple seconds. “You…took in the baby?” “The foster parent that the agency brought over was a drug addict, and all those f—” “Language and don’t you dare insult humans.” “They were so careless with her. I just…I couldn’t let her go to anyone that wasn’t going to be amazing and I know I’m not that amazing but…” “You’ll be fine. You’re responsible and you have a lot of love to give. I’m just surprised. What about work?” “I…I haven’t thought that far ahead yet.” “Call Taehyung.” “W-what? Why?” “He loves kids. He’s your brother. He’ll gladly help you out. Or wait until you come home for Thanksgiving and ask him to help you then.” Yoongi sighed and nodded. “Okay. Tell Kae I’ll be there for naps soon.” Jin chuckled. “I’ll do that. Yoongi?” “Yeah?” “I’m proud of you. You didn’t have to take her in, but you did and I’m really proud of you.” Yoongi felt warm and fuzzy all over. “You would have done the same. You did do the same. Y/n did the same.” “I’m still proud of you.” Yoongi was smiling, fighting back a purr. “Thanks, hyung. I’ll see you soon.” “Bye.” Yoongi sighed, letting the purr escape him. He hated to admit that the older hybrid being proud of him made him so happy. The age gap between them wasn’t as big as it was with the others and Jin had never ended up being a father figure to him like he had Hoseok. But something about doing what Jin would have done without thinking, when he did see Jin as one of the best men he knew just made him a little proud of himself. Because that meant he was a good man too. She stirred slightly in his arms, but didn’t wake up as she purred in her sleep. “You need a name, don’t you little one?” He whispered, going and settling her in her crib. He had turned the thermostat up so that the room was warm enough he could put the blankets away after he carefully changed her into some warm pajamas. He leaned on the crib, rubbing her belly to sooth her when she stirred a little, and searching for names that he liked. He looked at her sweet little face, her cute tabby ears, and her poor mangled tail. “Eunyeong?” He whispered. She started purring in her sleep again and he grinned. “Eunyeong,” He agreed, then carefully removed himself from her side, triple checking the baby monitor before collapsing on his bed. He had a feeling his ability to sleep anywhere and at anytime was going to come in handy. ———— By the time he reached home he had a newfound respect for every single parent out there that had to drive with a baby in the backseat. Especially the ones without help while driving with a baby in the back seat. He had known it would be difficult and that the trip would be longer because he’d have to stop and take care of her. He hadn’t realized that he would be dead-tired by the time he was standing in front of Jin on the front step of Jin’s house. Jin gave him a sympathetic smile and took the baby carrier. “If you can last ten minutes, it’ll be naptime and Kaemon will be ready for cuddles.” “He doesn’t need any special attention still?” “Nope. He’ll be out the moment he’s in the bed,” Jin replied, guiding Yoongi in before setting the carrier down and pulling out the cute kitten. “She’s beautiful.” Yoongi smiled despite his exhaustion. “I know. And she purrs in her sleep.” Y/n came over, grinning and hugging Yoongi. “Long drive?” He rested his head on her shoulder. He always found comfort in her. She just smelled like home and safety. “You doing okay? It can be a big change, having a baby,” She spoke softly and gently like he was one of her kids and he couldn’t help the tired purr. “I just wanted her to be safe. She’s safe with me, and I know I’ll take care of her better than that foster parent would,” He said, then pulled away, worry rising in him. “But what if I can’t? What if I’ve just made a huge mistake? I mean, what if she would be better off with…someone else…” He trailed off seeing her warm smile. “Yoongi, worrying about what’s best for her, that’s something a parent does. You’re not alone. You have all of us. You’re already a natural at caring for others without thought or question. You got her here, all on your own.” She kissed his forehead. “You’ll be great dad. Remember how protective you were of Hobi and Taehyung? You’re a natural. Now go get the greetings out of the way and take a nap. We’ve got this cutie-pie.” “Eunyeong,” He said. “Her name is Eunyeong. I filed it and everything.” She smiled and took the little kitten in her arms. “Hi, Eunyeong. I’m your aunt,” She murmured in the same voice she used with her kids, slowly walking away. Yoongi wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t even remotely concerned about her or Jin holding his baby, and he made his way into the living room and kitchen to where the other boys and the triplets were. It had become tradition for all six of the adopted boys to stay with Y/n and Jin for the holidays since that had been when a lot of important charities and events took place for hybrid rights and foundations that Micheal and Becca attended to keep advocating for them. Nowadays it was more because it was a tradition than because Micheal and Becca were gone, but they knew that those two enjoyed the quiet time. Hoseok turned and grinned, running over and hugging him so hard he almost fell over. He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face. “J-Hope!” “Yoongi!” Namjoon was over next, hugging him briefly but still excited to see another one of his pack-members. Yoongi smiled back at Namjoon, then got hit by the Taehyung-truck and couldn’t breathe for a few moment. “Where’s the baby?!” Taehyung asked finally pulling away, his monkey tail was curled around Yoongi’s wrist excitedly. “Y/n has her right now, and she’s sleeping. Look, Tae—” “I’d love to help! I’m still not a good cook, but I can make bottles and I love helping with Timothy and the triplets, I’ll make sure not to make a mess of your apartment—” “Tae!” Yoongi interrupted, afraid the boy would pass out from lack of oxygen. “Thank you.” Taehyung hugged him again. “Of course! You’re my brother! I’m gonna go see my new niece!” He skipped off. Jimin hugged Yoongi, clinging for a moment, then pulling away so that Jungkook could briefly hug Yoongi. Then the triplets came out of the family room. “Yoongi-hyung!” Minsu yelled, racing over. Kaemon and Nari were right behind him. Yoongi hugged all of them tightly, pecking each of their foreheads. He’d learned very quickly that if he wasn’t upfront with his affection for them they would get worried since he tended to be more stone-faced and solemn. Some part of him knew that they were a large part of why he felt ready to care for Eunyeong, and he couldn’t be more grateful to the little monsters. Kae kept hugging him after his siblings stopped and were chattering happily. The little pup pulled away and looked at Yoongi with sleepy eyes and a sleepy smile. Yoongi purred softly. “Naptime?” Kae nodded, dropping his head back on Yoongi’s shoulder. Yoongi picked him up, grunting slightly at the effort. They weren’t so little anymore. “Aish, are you texting your girlfriend again,” Hoseok was teasing Jimin. Jimin just grinned back. “You’re just jealous because I met someone before you.” Jungkook smiled, listening to the two of them. Yoongi waited as Namjoon led the other two of the triplets away so that he and Kaemonnie could rest in peace up in Yoongi’s regular room. Kae immediately cuddled into his side. “You’re a daddy now?” Yoongi nodded slowly. “Can we still cuddle?” “Of course, kiddo,” Yoongi whispered, purring softly. “It means I’ll want naps even more every time I come here.” Kae wiggled happily and then he was asleep, breathing even and face relaxed. Yoongi sighed. This bed was so much comfier than his. Maybe he’d have to ask if he could take it back with him to replace his mattress. Y/n wouldn’t mind. He was glad Taehyung was so excited to come help Yoongi take care of Eunyeong. He hadn’t figured out what to do about work yet, but having Tae volunteer to come solved that problem. He made more than enough to support the three of them, especially if the last two songs he produced did as well is the ones before that. They would still have to live in moderation so that he could save up for emergencies, but knowing how much Tae liked to hoard his money, he didn’t think it’d be too hard to make sure his younger brother was frugal. He would just have to make grocery lists so that Tae wouldn’t get distracted and get everything but what they needed. He made up his mind to go through and budget for the next month once he woke up and let himself fall asleep cuddling the four-year-old as thoughts of his purring baby downstairs calmed him. ———— Taehyung cooed softly, tickling Euhyeong’s nose with his tail and quickly pulling it out of reach. The capuchin-hybrid loved kids, and his love for kids was translating into him being great with Yoongi’s baby-girl. Yoongi put the last suitcase in the car. “Ready Tae?” Tae quickly ran to hug Micheal and Becca goodbye while Yoongi made sure Tae had actually finished buckling Eunyeong in. The moment she saw Yoongi she purred loudly, making grabby-hands at him. He made a couple faces at her, loving the little giggle that had appeared just over the weekend as she grew healthier, happier, and stronger. It was amazing what one week did for his baby girl. What surprised him most was how naturally she attached herself to him. She was happiest with him, her sugar cookie scent growing stronger in his arms, or when she saw him. Y/n had kissed his cheek. “She knows who her daddy is. She knows the scent of the person who took care of her. She’s imprinted. Like a duckling.” Even now, her reaction to seeing him had him purring. Taehyung took the keys. “You sit back with her. I’ll have plenty of time to spend with her while you’re at work.” Yoongi smiled appreciatively, and buckled into the seat beside her, bouncing her new stuffed puppy in front of her and letting her grab it and feel it. The different textures catching her interest. He loved the way her little mouth curled into a smile, her cute almond eyes, how soft her skin was, but most of all he loved her temperment. She was the easiest baby in the world. She had to be. She didn’t cry right away when her diaper was messy, she just fussed a bit. When she was tired, she fell asleep. When she was hungry she would look at him with teary eyes and open her mouth multiple times letting out tiny mewls. Most of the time, she was easy to calm down and put back to sleep and he knew he was one lucky black cat because he remembered the struggles that Y/n and Jin went through with three, and hearing about the struggles with Timothy. For her to quiet down so easily was a miracle he hoped he would never take for granted. She was easy to please for most of the long car ride, sometimes just satisfied with him stroking her head or playing with her foot. She slept on and off, but was awake for a surprising amount of the ride. They didn’t have to stop nearly as much as Yoongi did when he came down alone with her. Taehyung sat in the back with her for the last two hours, napping more than anything after five long hours of driving. But the last half hour was her crying as Taehyung ruled out almost every option as to what would be upsetting her. “Oh, I think she wants to be held.” “We’re almost there. Let’s just let her cry it out. That’s something we have to do. Right?” “Yeah…” “I know you don’t like it, but for now it’s what needs to happen. We’re way to close for me to even think of stopping.” “Okay, hyung. I’ll do what I can for her without pulling her out.” Yoongi nodded, watching in the mirror as his younger brother pet her hair and rubbed her tummy. “Shh, Eunyeong-ah, we’re almost home. Then you can cuddle all you like. And tomorrow you and I are going to have a great day of changing diapers and cleaning, yah?” Yoongi did his best not to chuckle at how genuinely excited Taehyung sounded to spend the day with Eunyeong despite knowing it was going to be smelly and messy. As soon as he put the car in park, Taehyung pulled her out of her carseat and cuddled her close, which quieted her cries a little. They unloaded the car and Taehyung checked off every reason she might be upset again before just shrugging at Yoongi. “Guess she’s just upset.” “Here, I’ll take her while you settle in. Get some food cooking for us.” “Thanks, hyung,” Tae replied, handing her over and then heading toward his room. He stopped when Eunyeong fell silent after a couple of quieter wails. Yoongi and Taehyung looked at each other with big eyes. Taehyung took a deep breath. “Oh, she’s gonna cry a lot, isn’t she?” “It might just be because she was upset for so long,” Yoongi tried to reason. Taehyung nodded slowly. “She’ll get used to me eventually. You can take long lunches, right?” “Yeah.” “Alright, be ready to if I call saying I’m going crazy.” “Hey, Tae?” “I know, you’re grateful. We’re family. Besides, I’ve been thinking about taking care of kids anyway and this just works out, Yoongi. It works. I’ll unpack now. I’m glad you have a first level apartment.” “Trampoline?” Tae nodded, then disappeared into his room. Yoongi nodded, remembering the discussion in the store that he had had with Y/n. They had been Christmas shopping. She had pointed it out and he had highly approved of her choice because Tae had been driving him up a wall with his energy. Taehyung adored it and used it every day, which helped out immensely. “Hey, Tae?” Yoongi called out, noticing the note he had made himself on the fridge. “Yeah?” “Are you still afraid of the doctors office?” The lack of answer was answer enough. “Okay, I’ll make sure I have off so I can take Eunyeong.” “Thank you, hyung.” Yoongi got the ramen cooking with one hand, bouncing Euny lightly while he pulled out the turkey from Thursday and set it on the counter. He also pulled out some of the jars of baby food Y/n had sent with him because she had pointed out that Eunyeong was old enough to start eating as well as having a bottle. She watched everything with big eyes, her tail flicking lightly with curiosity. He kissed her head and she erupted into purrs, curling into him and babbling a little. He purred and wrapped his other arm around her. He’d had a couple relationships fail in the past three years, and he knew that a relationship would be even more difficult with a baby. He would get judged by strangers. She was worth it all. His heart felt so fell to have this little life love him when he really hadn’t done anything. He had a baby girl. His Eunyeong. He smiled down at her. “We’re going to be just fine, aren’t we, Euny?”

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