#it’s far too late for me to be doing this shii

[strawberryscarecr0w]

I’d like to inform you all that Alphonse now has 69 videos on his playlist.

[bellabean24]

can I request scenario 1 from your list with kishibe and it turns smutty? 👉👈👀🧡 thank you!!!!

Kishibe x FemBody!Reader

Word count: 2127

Prompt 1: One bed

Summary: Y/N is kinda in love with Kishibe and having to share one bed with him makes them a bit anxious, So when Y/N can't fall asleep Kishibe offers to help them

Warnings: SFW & NSFW, Slowburn bare with me it’s been a year since I read them manga, mentions of devil killing, coworkers to lovers type shii, poorly written mission for devil killing or whatever, age gap reader is 25 and Kishibe is 33, rushed writing sorry, oral (F!receiving & M!receiving), P in V, slight praise kink, petnames used (Sweetheart & Baby), Tell me if I missed anything

Scenario prompt list | Chainsaw Man Masterlist

You and Kishibe have been coworkers for 3 years and to say that you weren't in love with him would be a lie. 

When you were assigned to work with Kishibe, he was how could you put this he was harsh, to say the least, he almost got you killed twice. But he was still there to save you, Kishibe liked to say it was a “Training lesson.” 

But as of right now, Kishibe took you with him on a mission two hours away from Kyoto to Gifu, Japan. The mission took you both about an hour tops trying to kill the devil. Looking up at the sky you notice how dark the clouds are. “Looks like it's gonna storm,” you said looking at Kishibe “It’s late and we're not gonna make it back in time so let's just get a room at the nearest hotel,” humming along with his idea you follow him to the car. 

Getting into the car, Kishibe drives away from the work or murder scene, “Y/N, look up the nearest and cheapest hotel for us to stay at.” Kishibe speaks up after 10 whole minutes of silence. Nodding your head you pull out your phone searching for the nearest hotel. “There's a hotel not too far away and it's $100 per night, it’s called Miyako Hotel.” You look up at him staring at his side profile, “Put in the directions for me, Y/N.” You like the way he says your name, the way it rolls off his tongue makes your body get hot and your stomach to churn. 

"Can we stop by a store? I need a change of clothes cause I didn't bring any."  You ask him hoping it would be a yes or you’re gonna have to sleep in your underwear and shirt. “Yea sure.” a short response he gives you. 

—-

Reaching the store you tell Kishibe you will only be a minute and asked if he needed anything he asked you to just get him some water and hurry up. Walking into the store you grab a shirt and a pair of shorts then grab Kishibes water. Heading out the front door after paying for your things you notice it started raining hard. “Fuck” you look up at the sky then look where Kishibe had parked the car, “Guess I gotta run.” Running towards the car, your hair and clothes becoming soaked, you reach the car pull the door open, get in, and shut the door as fast as possible. 

“Hey, you’re getting my seats wet” Kishibe quite shouts at you, “Sorry but it’s fucking pouring, and here's your water” you retort not wanting to argue with him and handing him his water from the bag. He grabs the water from you putting it in the cup holder “Thanks” A short response he gives you before putting the car in gear and driving off. 

—-

Arriving at Miyako hotel you and Kishibe run to the entrance, walking up to the reception desk you let Kishibe do all the talking. “Hi, how may I help you two today” the woman at the desk welcomes us, looking between you and Kishibe, “Hi, can we get a room.” She nods her head looking down at her computer to see if there are any rooms available, “Just your luck, we have one room available. How long will you two be staying?” She questions us “Just tonight,” he says pulling out his wallet and paying her. 

“Ok you’re all set here is your key. Enjoy your stay” she sends you both off with a warming smile.

Taking the elevator to the third floor you both look for your room silently. “Y/N the room is here” He calls for you, swiping the key against the handle, you hear a beep indicating that the door is unlocked. Walking in you take your shoes and then look around the room realizing that there is only one bed and a couch. 

“Um, there is only one bed” you state the obvious, “Yea, I can see that I have eyes too” his sarcastic remark made you roll your eyes with a small smile on your face. “You wanna take the bed, I don't mind sleeping on the couch,” you ask him, playing with your fingers. “Why don’t we figure this out after a shower.” He finally turns to you with a small yet noticeable smirk on his face. 

Nodding you take your pair of clothes and go to the bathroom to shower off the rain and stench of the devil you killed. Making it a quick shower, you dry your body off and put your clean clothes on.  

Walking out of the bathroom you see Kishibe sitting on the bed mindlessly watching TV, “You can get in the shower now.” You speak up, now sitting on the bed as well and watching the TV. He hums, grabbing the things he needs and leaving. 

—

Two hours have passed and you and Kishibe are watching TV without making a single noise, you would secretly glance at his side profile watching as he clenches his jaw whenever the character on the show does something dumb. “So you want me to sleep on the couch..” you drag out looking at his side profile once again, he turns his head now making eye contact with you. “We can just share the bed,” he says to you making a small blush appear on your face, “I mean I don’t mind. Only if you're comfortable with it.” you stutter out looking everywhere but his face. “I wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t comfortable with it, Y/N” 

 You two decide to turn the TV off and go to bed as you have to leave early to get home. 

—-

You’ve been trying to sleep for 4 hours already but every time you close your eyes you can’t stop thinking about Kishibe next to you as he sleeps. Tossing and turning trying to find a new position every minute, you didn’t think the man next to you would wake up. “Would you quit moving already?” Kishibe mumbles to you moving a bit closer to wrap his arms around your middle. At that point, you froze, “I can’t fall asleep” you mumble back to him choosing now to question his arm around you. “I know a way I can help” he lowly whispers to you leaving a small kiss on your exposed shoulder. 

“Do you want me to help you?” He spoke up, dragging his hand down the side of your body stopping at the band to your shorts. “Yes, please Kishibe” you whine, opening your legs for him, “Lay on your back,” he commands you. Laying on your back the blanket you had draping over you long forgotten. 

Kishibe moves in between your legs pulling your shorts and underwear off your body, coming face to face with your cunt he gives you small kisses on your inner thighs leading up to your pussy. Impatiently bucking your hips in the air trying to make contact with his face, you feel him forcely push your hips down, “Don’t do that.” He said before pushing his face onto your pussy, he harshly sucks on your clit moving your thighs to his shoulders, the sensation he had on your clit has you tugging on his hair and moaning out his name. 

Kishibe brings two of his fingers to your sopping hole, thrusting his fingers into your wet hole you yank on his hair letting out a high-pitched moan, “Shh, someone might hear you,” he mumbles into your cunt not letting up on his abuse to your hole and clit. “Shit, Kishibe. I’m gonna come please don’t stop” You beg him in between moans.  Feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap, that's when Kishibe moves his mouth off of you and pulls his fingers out of your wet cunt, groaning at the loss of his mouth and fingers, he sits up looking down at your cunt clenching around thin air.  

“Kishibe. Why did you do that I was so close” you whine moving your thighs back and forth trying to gain some kind of friction. “Cause you want to go to sleep so I gotta drain your body” he gives you a small chuckle, pulling his pants and under down just enough for his cock to spring out. Staring down at his cock in shock not expecting him to be big and thick. 

‘He’s at least 8.5 inches max how the fuck am I gonna take it’ you think to yourself, “Are gonna keep staring at it or suck it” he questions you slowly stroking his cock up and down. Kishibe moves to sit on the side of the bed, looking you in the eyes and nodding his head over for you to come. Getting off the bed you kneel in front of his cock looking at it then his eyes, “Go on sweetheart, put your pretty mouth around my cock” he strokes your head giving you a little nudge. 

Opening your mouth you move your head down his length taking as much as you can fit, stroking what you can’t fit in your mouth. “Oh, fuck, Y/N your mouth feels so good,” Kishibe groans out his hips slightly bucking up into you as you move your head up and down. Your gags fill the room when his cock meets the back of your throat, your throat contorts around him, tears fill your eyes threatening to spill. 

“Don’t stop I’m almost there, baby” he lets out a moan now thrusting his length into your mouth, your hands reach up to grip his thighs, you look up at Kishibe to find him already staring down at your flustered face. With one last thrust Kishibe lets out a deep groan as thick ropes of his cum fill your mouth, “Swallow” he says stroking your cheek with the pad of his thumb. Swallow his load you stick your tongue out to show him, “Good baby” 

Moving your body onto the bed you pull Kishibe’s body on top slowly grinding your hips onto his exposed thigh. “Are you that desperate for my cock sweetheart?” He smirks, his eyes never once leaving yours, nodding your head to his question “Can you just fuck me already Kishibe, I waited long enough” pouting up to him hoping he would fuck you to sleep he makes little to no movements to fuck you. 

“Ask nicely then I will” he rubs your thigh with his hand, “Can you please fuck me Kishibe” You let out as soon as he stopped talking your face warm from your flustered state. He hums in response gripping his cock and slowly stroking it again before he alines it with your soaked cunt.  

Feeling his mushroom tip probe your entrance you let out little whimpers, “relax for me” Kishibe rubs his hand up and down your thigh to soothe your tension. Relaxing into his touch Kishibe moves your thigh to lay on his hip as he moves the other one to lay on his shoulder, he slides his throbbing cock into your cunt. Moans and whimpers slip past your lips as he bottoms out with a groan leaving his mouth. 

Giving you a couple of seconds to adjust to his size you nod your head to him giving him a silent ok to move. One of his hands moves to your hips as the other rests on your ankle by his head, Kishibe starts to pull out of you before thrusting back in. He settles for a fast pace, your fucked out face looking at his as you feel his tip poke that spongey spot that you can’t reach on your own. 

Kishibe is grunting above you as you clench down on his cock “Keeps squeezing me like that and I’m gonna cum before you” he grunts out moving the hand on your hip to your throbbing clit. Kishibe rubs fast tight circles on your clit with his thumb, “F-fuck Kishibe I’m gonna cum please don’t stop” your moans never die down as he rubs your sensitive bud a bit faster.  

Grabbing Kishibe’s face you pull him into a kiss, he freezes for a second then kisses you back as you moan into his mouth when come undone on his cock, a couple of thrusts later Kishibe too is cumming deep inside with a deep moan slipping from his lips. 

—-

A couple of minutes later Kishibe has you all cleaned up your body still hot and pussy still throbbing, “Go to sleep, Y/N. You need it.” he tells you leaving a chaste kiss on your lips, nodding your head you lean into his touch hoping it wasn’t just a dream. 

© Bella 2023

[zakkunwrites]

KAGEROU PROJECT × SEKAI [AU]

Member #7 Hinomori Shiho

A/N: hello! its kai :P umm im a little unconfident in this since its not really my usually writing style, but i hope that this is enjoyable nonetheless!!! happy reading :D

WC: 2.4K

For as long as Shiho can remember, she’s been lost, wandering around for what she wanted to do with her life. While lamenting on her purpose in the world, her sister, Shizuku, has already pursued an all and out career in the entertainment industry after receiving an idol offer out of seemingly nowhere. Because of that, it isn’t often that they get the opportunity to go out together, causing a wedge in their already-strained-relationship.

With that, the two slowly grew more distant than they’ve ever been, and Shiho grew lonely with her quiet bedroom walls, with nothing but herself to keep her company. To battle that loneliness, she took on bass as a distraction more than anything, but it slowly grew into a passion - something that she enjoyed, and she found herself drowning in the comfort of the low rumbles of its strums more often than she thought.

She nurtured her newfound passion, pouring everything she had into it. That was how it went for the first few months, just enjoying the time between herself and her bass, a space made just for them.

One day, however, Shizuku abruptly came home. Not once did she contact her saying that she was coming by. It was odd, even for her sister. With curiosity winning its way through her, Shiho went out of her way to ask what brought her home so suddenly.

Her sister reluctantly answered, and because of that, they unwillingly fought.

“Onee-chan, you can’t clam up on me like this. I only asked you a simple question, right?”

“I just… I guess I got homesick…?”

“Quit giving me that ‘homesick’ excuse, you’re barely even around anymore…! You weren’t supposed to come home until next week, anyways.”

“Shii-chan-”

“Don’t call me that, especially when you haven’t even been home in weeks.”

“…I’m sorry. I’ll try to take time-”

“‘Take some time off’? You never do! How did you even get so popular anyways? You’ve never even had any interest towards idols back then, and now you’re suddenly all over social media…?!”

“I… That’s- …it’s complicated.”

“‘Complicated’? If it’s so complicated, then explain it to me! You never talked to me, and you never will, will you?”

“S-Shii-chan…”

“I don’t even know if you’re my sister anymore.”

“I- I think I’ll…”

“Wait, ‘nee-chan, where are you-”

“I’ll be going to my room.”

“But-!”

She left.

Shiho idly stood as her sister walked past her and into her room, neither engaged in any further conversation. That was when her words really registered in her head and she asked herself, did she really just say that?

When she turned around, Shizuku was already far away from her sight, and she let out a shaky sigh. It’s too late for her to apologise, isn’t it? Bearing that in mind, Shiho solemnly dragged herself back to her room. The quiet space was dimly lit, curtains closed, with the glow of the street lights outside seeping through the small openings, lightly illuminating the room.

Music sheets were scattered all over the floor, the plushies from her favourite amusement park that her parents got her when she and her sister went there when they were young that would normally make her chest fuzzy was now replaced with an uncomfortable swell, and so, that feeling of loneliness came swirling back.

Looking at the bass that hung on her wall, she took a step forward. Each step grew heavier and heavier the more she walked. A finger softly traced the surface of the instrument, and two hands reached out, taking the bass in her hands.

Shiho sat down on her bed, took a small breath, and picked up her pick that was left by her nightstand. The comfortable weight of the item alone felt more like home than home itself.

Ready to play, she took in a breath and strummed her bass as she always did, but this time, something felt off. The sound… It wasn’t right. It wasn’t making the sounds that she wanted it to make. This wasn’t her sound. It doesn’t make her feel fired up and energised, no, it’s just… dull. It was white noise, bouncing from one way to another, and that was it. She frowned.

Shiho strummed it again, and as expected, that same dull noise echoed through her room. Her frown deepens as her confusion increases.

Completely and utterly lost, she hung her bass back up and stared at it with a solemn expression, alone in the devoid room that she was supposed to call ‘home’. What was she doing wrong, she wondered. Why couldn’t she make the sounds that she knew and loved?

No, she shook her head, Shiho concluded that it was just a fluke. Tomorrow, she’ll be able to play like herself again.

When the sun rose, Shizuku had already left. Shiho paid little to no attention to it. Instead, she took her bass, and tried again.

It didn’t work either.

That same noise still plagued her.

Shiho started panicking, will she still be able to play music? What’s the reason for this sudden setback? This hasn’t happened before. It shouldn’t happen. She was confused, more confused than she’s ever been, and most of all, she wanted a solution. She wanted a way out of this, she didn’t want the only thing that she loved more than anything she ever recalled caring for to be taken away from her, much less for a reason that still remained a mystery to her.

Her hands shook, no, they trembled. Shiho was scared. She has never been more scared in her life.

For the next few days, Shiho did not touch her bass.

She sunk further and further into a puzzled state of mind, and it was all muddled from then on - everything was hazy to her. She couldn’t even remember what she did the rest of the day after her failed attempt at bringing back the music that she cherished so much.

On a sunny afternoon, Shiho had unfortunately sprained her arm after slipping down the stairs and landing on it weirdly. Shizuku rushed home immediately, letting her manager know in advance that she had to go due to familial issues. Luckily, she made it in time when Shiho was sent to a nearby hospital.

In the hospital room that Shiho was staying in, she had been informed that the person sharing a room with her was a long-term patient, and that she would have to stay there with her until she got the ‘OK’ to be discharged.

Shiho glanced to her left, the patient next to her looked cheerful, bubbly, and full of energy. She found herself wondering how someone who has stayed in a hospital for that long could remain so upbeat and energetic.

Before she knew it, that girl approached her first, greeting her with a bright smile, and at first, Shiho never thought that she’d get along with someone that seemed like the polar opposite of herself, but here she was, and she could never be any more glad for how wrong she was.

She had learned more about the sickly girl next to her through this. Apparently, they were about the same age, and that girl’s name was Saki.

Saki had been a long term patient for a while now, and Shiho was surprised to learn that they went to the same school. Because Saki was often in the hospital, it explained why Shiho had never seen her before. That, or it was because Shiho wasn’t as much of a sociable person as her other classmates in school.

She had an unknown illness that would spike up every now and then. Saki took special classes with another girl similar to her, Ichika.

Shiho learned a lot that day, and she told Saki more about herself in exchange. The moment she told her that she could play bass, she immediately beamed at that, practically exploding about how cool it was and how she wished to be able to play all sorts of instruments.

At first, Shiho brushed it off, claiming that playing instruments weren’t as cool as Saki made it to be and that she had stopped playing a while ago, however, Saki denied that. She said that to be able to create music and even share it with other people is a beautiful thing, and that there were all sorts of things that she wanted to try out when she gets discharged from the hospital.

For one, Shiho wholeheartedly agreed when Saki explained how beautiful creating music was. She says that, and yet…

“Why did you stop playing, Shiho-chan?”

“...It’s not like I wanted to stop. Don’t get me wrong, I love playing bass. It’s just… I don’t know if I can play anymore.”

“What does that mean?”

“Whenever I pick up my bass and start playing, it just… it doesn’t make the sound that I want.”

“And what is the sound that you want?”

“The sound that I want…”

“I’m not an expert when it comes to this kind of stuff, but don’t you think that maybe the reason why you can’t create the music you want is because you’re holding something back?”

“I’m… holding back?”

“Yeah! Like, maybe you haven’t been feeling like yourself these days! Which… I can’t say for sure, since we both just met a while ago… Sorry! This must be weird, getting advice from a stranger—”

“No, no, I actually think you might be onto something.”

“I am!?”

After that conversation, Shiho had still conversed with Saki here and there, going back and forth, bouncing off each other. Although they were an unlikely duo, they surprisingly made it work.

Sometimes, whenever she spoke with Saki, she could almost forget her argument with Shizuku.

Keyword: almost.

She thought, and she thought a lot. She thought that maybe things wouldn’t be as complicated as it was if she hadn’t told her sister such hurtful words, and the more she thought, the more it felt like there were daggers piercing her skin and digging deeper into her heart, and it hurt.

The remorse came in like a landslide, and Shiho was regretful - so regretful. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to fix what she had broken.

As the guilt ate away at her, she thought again. She thought about her music, and then back at what Saki had told her.

If something were to be holding her back, did it root from Shiho’s guilt towards the argument she and her sister had? That had to be it, right?

And so, she told Saki her thoughts, and that she had an idea on how to bring back her music. Of course, after hearing this, Saki was more than happy for her, and gave her her full support.

After a while of being in the hospital, Shiho was finally deemed ready to be discharged. Upon hearing the news, Shiho felt a lot of things. She was relieved, determined, and anxiety-ridden.

She was glad that she could go home, but that would mean that she had to confront and apologise to her sister once she gets back. On the other hand, if she manages to fix the steadily growing rift between them, she’d be able to play music again.

When she was preparing to leave, Shiho could see Saki’s sadness at the fact that she was going to leave when they bid each other farewell. But as she left the room, Shiho smiled to herself, thinking that maybe visiting Saki from time to time wouldn’t hurt, and that perhaps she’d be happy to see her visiting.

A lot of things weighed down Shiho’s mind then. She wondered if it was already far too late for her to apologise. It’s been over a week, maybe Shizuku had already forgotten about it and she was the only one that still dwelled on what had already happened.

She brushed it all away, because she had already come to a decision. Anxiety replaced with newfound energy, she took the first step and opened the door to their home.

“I’m back…”

“Shii-chan!”

“Onee-chan…?”

“How are you feeling? Is your arm okay?”

“Ah, uhm- y-yeah. I’m fine.”

“Thank goodness… Do be careful next time, okay? You scared me!”

“Um… sorry…”

“No, no, don’t apologise! Come here.”

“Onee-chan?!”

The moment she entered, her sister had flooded her with worried questions and ended it off with a warm embrace. To say that Shiho was surprised was an understatement.

But she knew that she has to apologize soon, while she still had the courage to.

“I wanted to… talk to you about something.”

“Oh? What is it? Has someone been bothering you?”

“No, no, not that… it’s just- I wanted to… say sorry.”

“‘Sorry’? But I just told you not to—”

“It’s not about my arm! It’s about when I- when I yelled at you the other day.”

“When you… oh! That…”

“I thought about what I said a lot and I realised that I might’ve hurt you more than I thought. So… uhm… sorry.”

“Shii-chan…”

At that point, Shiho was a mess. An array of thoughts started to make her second guess, at a very bad timing at that. She wondered, did she really do the right thing? How would Shizuku react to that?

But instead, the hug grew tighter. Shiho could feel Shizuku shake her head against her neck, and confusion wracked her.

They stayed like that, in a hug that neither have had in what felt like years, both foreign to the feeling of solace in one’s arms.

Seconds pass, then minutes, and Shiho loses count for how long they’ve been, embraced within each other ’s comforting presence. But even then, she didn’t complain. It was everything she silently hoped for ever since that loneliness had been planted into her mind.

And at last, Shizuku lets go, giving her a gentle smile, one that conveyed the message that it was okay - it was okay and that she had forgiven her long ago.

The wedge is closing back in, filling the gap between them little by little.

Maybe they can get better.

Shiho had accidentally torn something precious, and it was her job to sew it back together. And of course, the process will take time, and she was bound to be prickled and hurt here and there, but if she got to patch everything back up at the end, then maybe her efforts would be fruitful after all.

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

Ateez: They Get Jealous When You're Close With Another Member

Kim Hongjoong:

Out of all the members, you seemed to have bonded with Seonghwa the most. You both had a weird obsession with organization and cleanliness. Hongjoong didn't mind at first, after all, you were friends with all of them. But he didn't want to simply be your friend. He wanted to be yours and vice versa.

Looking over at you one day, he decided he needed to take action. You were currently in the kitchen with Seonghwa, laughing and talking while preparing dinner. He came inside and offered to help you two. Normally, he'd just quietly watch you two, to nervous to say anything. But he realized if he wanted to get closer to you, he needed to make himself more known. Which is why he joined in your conversation, being more talkative than usual, which surprised you.

Seonghwa could sense what was going on and wanting to support his friend, he started talking less, letting you two talk more. Eventually he walked out of the kitchen unbeknownst to you, but he made sure to give a thumbs up to Hongjoong before going to his room. Hongjoong used the opportunity to be more bold and flirty with you, saying cheesy things or brushing his fingers against yours very faintly. He wouldn't confess right then and there to you, but he was definitely making progress. His goal was you and there was nothing stopping him from achieving it.

Park Seonghwa:

Seonghwa usually tried to keep his jealousy low. After all, you've only been dating for a couple of weeks. Still, sometimes he couldn't help but feel a knot in his throat when you were playing with his members, or more specifically, Yunho. He knew he had nothing to worry about. You only saw Yunho as a brother and the little affections he showed you were completely innocent.

Still.....one day he couldn't handle it. Walking up behind the taller male, he wrapped his arm around his shoulders and looked back and forth between you two.

"Yunho-shii, I know you don't mean anything bad, but please tone it down with the affection towards Y/N. Got it?" His voice was calm, but you could feel the tension in it.

Wanting to lighten up the atmosphere, Yunho smiled. "Awww I'm sorry Hyung. I didn't mean to make you jealous. Don't worry, you can get some kisses too."

Grabbing Seonghwa's hand, he brought it to his lips and placed a kiss on them, making the older male cringe slightly.

"Just don't push it." He warned him.

Jeong Yunho:

The first thing that attracted Yunho to you was the fact both of you loved video games. It was how you two bonded. You would play video games together, chit chat, eat snacks and overall have an amazing time together. So of course he fell for you, but was afraid to tell you in case he ruined your friendship.

The problem arose when Yeosang started hanging around you two more than he liked. You and Yeosang had a more similar sense of humor, so of course you two ended up talking more. Yunho felt like he was being pushed to the back, invisible to you. So now video games with you were filled with misery instead of joy.

You noticed he was down one day, but he refused to say anything. Yeosang however, had no filter and decided to speak up for him.

"Just tell Y/N you like them and be done with it. I'll even leave so you two can talk."

Yunho was frozen, watching as Yeosang left him there with you like that. He looked at you, his face red as a cherry, then looked back down, too stunned to look at you. He only looked up when he felt you hug him tightly, with a smile on your face, which he happily returned.

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang is more reserved and has a hard time expressing himself, especially when it came to you. He was shy and afraid to scare you off with his blunt and straightforward nature. Although he wasn't surprised to see you get along better with San, it angered him that he couldn't be the same way to you.

It frustrated him to the point sometimes he was passive aggressive towards San, and sometimes hostile. Didn't take long for San to realize what was going on and he decided to sit down for a talk with him.

"Look, yes Y/N and are close, but we're just friends. So please cut the passive aggressiveness. " San explained.

Yeosang simply nodded, somewhat ashamed of his behavior.

"I'm sorry. I just really like them.....but I don't know how to get close to them like you. I want to make them like me." Yeosang confessed.

San patted his friend's back and looked at him with a mischievous smirk.

"Lucky for you, I happen to be in expert in what Y/N likes. So want to know a few things?" He raised his eyebrows, happy to play matchmaker.

Choi San:

Dating San for roughly around half a year, you started to pick up on his little habits and antics. So how did you know he was being jealous lately? Simple. Every time Mingi would get too close to you, you'd always feel San's arms wrap around your waist from behind, his face hiding on your neck. If Mingi was sitting a little too close for his liking, San's hand would rest on your lap. If Mingi tackled you into a bear hug or cuddled you for too long, he was a pouting mess and often became sulky.

Recently, he started kicking things up a notch. Whenever Mingi even remotely approached you, San would be dragging you away, using any and every excuse he could whip out to have your undivided attention. You let this go on, to see how far he'd go, until one day you decided to talk to him.

"Are you jealous of Mingi?"

"Me? Jealous? Pfft. No. What makes you think that?" He tried playing it off.

You could only roll your eyes before cupping his cheeks and looking him straight in the eyes.

"Just know I love you and there's no one else but you for me ok?"

San smiled happily at that. With those words, you made him feel more secure in the relationship.

Song Mingi:

From the beginning, Mingi called dibs on you. His members only laughed at him, but decided to see how that was going to play out. But of course, they were friendly to you cause it was just in their nature. Plus they were all cuddle bugs, so more often than not, you ended up squished in a pile of love, lead mainly by Wooyoung. He was tiny, but he had a lot of love to give, and you always accepted it, no questions.

Mingi didn't like that at all. He only glared at Wooyoung every time he was all over you. He secretly wanted to set him on fire. Wooyoung of course noticed this and would purposefully increase his level of affection, not to piss off Mingi, although it was funny, but more to make him actually make a move on you. But Mingi didn't get it, and it just resulted in a tiny argument.

"I told you I called dibs!"

"But you don't do anything! I even tried to make you more jealous just so you'd man up and confess!" Wooyoung finally told him.

"Oh.....so you did that on purpose?" Mingi asked.

"Duh! Now grow some balls and ask them out before I tell them myself."

Jung Wooyoung:

Wooyoung had absolutely no shame in displaying how he felt. So he had no qualms about showing when he was jealous, often in the form of petty comments, snarky replies and just overall being in a foul mood.

The most recent event of his jealousy happened when he felt you were paying too much attention to Jongho. It never failed to amaze you how strong the maknae was. He was like a mini hulk, and of course, you always liked feeling his muscles. Wooyoung just stared at you two each time and when you guys went home, the rest of the day was filled with his petty comments.

"Wooyoung I can't carry this box, can you help me?" You asked him one night.

"Oh me? Wouldn't you rather have Jongho help? Since he's sooo stroong?" He made it a point to drag out the last two words.

"Ok, you know what? If you're going to be petty and jealous, maybe I will call Jongho and ask him to help." You snapped back.

Before you could even finish the sentence, he was already picking up the box.

"No need. That's what you got me for."

Choi Jongho:

Having had no prior dating experience, Jongho wasn't the best at approaching you, let alone giving you hints that he liked you. So he often just stayed quietly in the back, admiring you.

He started to feel threatened by Hongjoong, who easily conversed with you like you were old time friends. Not only was Hongjoong closer in age to you (A/N: ignore if it doesn't apply to you), but you guys had similar taste in music, which was the topic you often talked about, for hours at times. So really Jongho felt like he had no chance with you. That is until Hongjoong himself talked to him, explaining how you two are just friends and giving him advice on how to approach you, what you like.

The maknae listened very well to his leader's advice and soon he was getting closer and closer to you. When he felt enough time had passed, he asked you to listen to a song with him. He specifically picked one that perfectly reflected his feelings for you, and he even sang part of the song, looking right at you as he did. When the song finished, he asked for your opinion before confessing with a shy smile that he liked you.

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[nxrthmizu]

| stay the night | Matsukawa Issei

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song | Toothbrush - DNCE

pairing | Matsukawa Issei x Reader 

warning(s) | Implied sexual intercourse

words | 1.6k 

author’s note | Hello its late but ayeeee also not beta/proof-read so it probably sucks but umm yes I’ll come back to edit this later its late and I’m tired 

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You were like quicksand. 

The more he struggled, the faster he sunk. But who said he didn’t want to succumb to you? 

“Going somewhere?” His drowsy drawl filled the air between the two of you, your movements freezing as if someone had pressed the pause button on you. You were in the middle of collecting your discarded clothes, tugging on your crumpled T-shirt that had seen better days. 

Your words caught in your throat, like water in a river when it crashed face-into-face with a concrete dam. “I...” 

The night was dark outside, which wasn’t a surprise seeing as it read 2am on his bedside clock. Even in the darkness, you could make out the sharp lines of his toned body, a result of his years of volleyball and continuos exercise. And even in the darkness, you could see the adorable sleepy smile he was wearing. (God, why did he have to be so good-looking???) 

“You know, baby you don’t have to rush.” He said smoothly, as if he didn’t just catch you hurrying away from a one-night stand. Well, it wasn’t exactly a one-night stand, the two of you had gotten... Intimate before. “You could leave a toothbrush at my place.” 

How could he resist from admiring you? The full moon outside highlighted the etherealness of your skin, painting you as a goddess whose beauty was unrivalled in all four corners of the world. The white sheet you clung around yourself only accented his image of you as a divine being, one that he had been blessed to meet. 

“I... Don’t think that’d be a good idea.” Your nervous laugh made him frown. Why were you so nervous anyway? Weren’t you so pliant and submissive to his touch only a couple hours ago? 

“There’s someone else, isn’t there?” He interrupted, his sharp eyes catching on your numerous giveaways. Your hands were shaking, you avoided eye contact, and you stuttered. Yes, maybe he hadn’t really gotten to know you outside his bedroom, but he knew how to recognise the signs of someone concealing the whole truth from him. 

A sigh slid out from your lips. “Okay, look. My parents... Engaged me to someone, alright?” A breath of air escaped your mouth in a huff. “I don’t want to get married to him, but... My parents don’t want to die without seeing me in a wedding dress. Which is stupid, but they’re not getting any younger.” 

“What, are you sharing a bed with him, too?” He snorted, trying his best to hold back the splash of jealousy that sparked across his tone. 

You surveyed him carefully, your eyes trailing over his toned muscles. “... No, but it just... Feels wrong if I spend the night with someone else.” Reluctantly, you admitted why you’d never stay, confessing the guilt that plunged into your stomach like a heavy rock. 

“Hold on, let’s rewind this a little...” Shaking his head, he held his hand up to stop you from talking. “This... Guy that you’re marrying... Do you like him at all?” 

The lip bite was enough of an answer for him. 

“You don’t.” He concluded simply, watching you struggle for a response. 

“Well-! He’s... Nice, but a little of a pushover, and... Very reliant on his mother...” You noted with a wince. “Actually, screw that, I don’t see how its’ going to work out. His mom literally treats him like a five-year-old and he acts like he’s five-years-old.” 

A scoff rang in Issei’s bedroom, rumbling from the depths of his throat to the vibrations in your ear drum. “You deserve someone better than that.” 

“Are you volunteering?” 

“If I am, will you stay the night?” 

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Issei had never understood when Hanamaki explained that waking up next to someone you loved was the best feeling in the world. At least, he never understood until the morning sun trickled in through the slits of the curtains and he got a glimpse of your (hair colour) hair, swung over the pearl-coloured pillows. 

Oh, and you were a blanket hogger. 

Not that he minded. The nights were always too hot for him and he normally ended up kicking them off anyway. You, on the other hand, were wrapped up like a dumpling. 

He froze when you stirred, moving in your sleep until you cuddled up next to him, tucking your chin into his chest with a satisfied hum. He didn’t dare move. Everything in him stopped momentarily. What if his heart beat too loud and he woke you up? (If he could’ve stopped his heartbeat he would). 

It was in this way he gradually fell back asleep, your head tucked in his chest and his breathing eventually lining up with your steady ones. His phone rang once when his coworker texted to ask if he was okay, he responded with a quick ‘I’m sick’ and typed the shortest leave-requesting-email he had ever written in his entire life, trying to get the letters right without waking you up. 

By the time he woke up, it was past 9am, and the sun was mercilessly beating down on him at that point. A yawn coursed through his body before he realised something wrong.

You were missing. 

To your credit, you had stayed the night. Surely he couldn’t have expected you to stay in the morning, too? 

“You’re awake.” 

If he got a heart attack at that moment, Issei could die a happy man. As far as he could tell, you were dressed in only one of his t-shirts, the garment overflowing from your smaller shoulder width to your mid-thighs. He was also pretty sure his jaw dropped and he gaped at you for a decent amount of time, which would be embarrassing but really, could you blame him? 

“I could get used to seeing you like this every morning.” He commented once he had recovered from his state of partial shock. 

Your hair cascaded over your neck, and it was in that moment that Issei found out you were one of those people that could roll out of bed with your hair looking messy but in a perfect way. He would never change the position of a single strand, even if he was held at gunpoint. Why would anyone change perfection, anyway? 

“I took the liberty of using your kitchen.” You replied with a smile. “Wash up and come out to eat. I took the day off.” 

When Issei said he had never washed up that quickly in his entire life before, he truly meant it. He didn’t even run that fast when he missed his alarm and remembered there was a practice match that morning. 

“About what I said last night.” He begin speaking while washing up the dishes, the soap bubbles eavesdropping on your conversation rather blatantly. You were leaning against the wall, your eyes judgemental as you eyed the (lack of) content in his fridge. “About volunteering.” 

“Oh, it’s fine. I’ll probably just divorce him after a year or something.” 

“No, it’s not fine. If you marry him I swear I will attend the wedding and I will raise my hand when the priest says ‘Speak now or forever hold your peace’.” He threatened, waving around the plate you put the fried eggs on. “I’ll marry you.” 

“I’m sorry?” 

Issei shot you a weird look. “Why are you sorry?” 

“I’m sor- Did you say you’ll marry me?” Bewilderment painted your tone and your flummoxed expression, eyes as wide as the saucers Issei just finished washing. 

“Uh... Yeah? You don’t want to marry him, I don’t want you to marry him, so you can marry me instead.” He explained, as if it was as simple as 1 + 1. “Your parents get to see you in a wedding dress.” 

You blinked a couple times just to make sure you weren’t delusional. “How on Earth did you manage to come to that conclusion?” 

“I don’t want you to marry anyone but me!” He defended, putting down the plate before he broke something and got the two of you injured by the sharp edges that would no doubt result from a broken plate. “Consider this with me for a moment. I would never pressure you into doing anything, you’re free to go anywhere you want as long as you’re safe and I know where you are, and uh...” He fumbled around for the last reason. “And you can use the coupons for free massages that I get from my volleyball magazine subscription.” 

“Is that how you try and convince someone to marry you?” 

“Wait, I have more reasons!” 

“Such as?” 

“I... Can make really nice coffee?” He suggested hopefully. “Oh, uh, I like kids. And... I’ll definitely put a lot of effort into planning dates. Plus I’m not a pushover, and I’m not mama’s boy.” He paused for a moment before adding: “That’s not to say I’m not nice to my mom. I transfer checks to her every month, I call her every Monday night, and I visit her on every second week of the month.” 

You stared at him quietly. “... Then what do you suggest we do? I can’t just call my parents and go: ‘Hey, I was sleeping with this guy while you engaged me with this boy I didn’t even want to marry, can I marry the person I was sleeping with instead?’” 

“Or, I could call your parents.” 

“That sounds like a terrible idea.” 

“Do you have any better ideas?” 

“Seeing as I just agreed to marry you, I don’t think any ideas I have at the moment would be rational.” 

“I’m the one who just asked you to marry me, aren’t my ideas even more irrational?” 

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[twstwonderlandstuff]

Octo Love! (Reader x Azul!)

Original song

My cover 

In which [Name] gets a little too tired and goes on a sporadic singing journey.

It always feels like you’ve exhausted yourself to the max limit. Every day, you trudge back to Ramshackle, muscles and back sore from the work Crowley forces upon you, that damned bird. Every day, you collapse into the soft cushions in Ramshackle and fall asleep in 3 seconds, and after an hour-long ‘nap’, you wake up to see Grim sprawled on top of you, snoozing away (you’re always grateful for the ghosts you take their time to spread a blanket on top of both of you). 

But today… today was different. 

No, you’re still exhausted (come ON now, this is school and when does one catch a break from school?), eyebags visible, but this time, you don’t get the chance to go to Ramshackle. 

No-no-no. See, you’re broke. Very, very, broke, and you have to work, and what better place to get models, than working in Monstro Lounge, right?

Well, it depends. 

On good days, working there can be its sort of fun, with Floyd’s unstable mood swings, the business of the place, Azul (with his mafia-like nature) running the place to perfection, and Jade’s butler act, but on other days were simply dealing with that is too much. 

You lose all sense of logic and fear- throw that shit out of the window, dawg, it doesn’t matter.

Say it with me, loud in clear! LOGIC AND FEAR DOESN’T MATTER! Again! LOGIC AND FEAR-

“Shrimpy~?” Floyd asks, and you gasp in alarm, gripping onto whatever you were doing. What were you doing?

Ah, yes, cleaning Monstro Lounge after dark, right, right…

“Yo, Floyd…” You give him a weak grin, tiredly pushing the mop against the tiles. “I’m so… sleepy.”

“But you’re always sleepy.” Floyd points out, lighting up. “Ah, wait here, Shrimpy. I got something for you~” He quickly leaves, leaving you looking like a deer in spotlights. 

“Ehh… ah, whatever…” You mumble, going back to your duties. Oh god, the floor’s beginning to look like something entirely different….

“[Name]? Are you alright?” This time it’s Jade asking, his calm and soothing voice forcing you to rub out the sleepiness from your eyes. You know he’s not that concerned, but the verbalization is appreciated. 

“No, not really. Fuck, I just want-” You don’t get the chance to finish your complaint as Floyd bursts in, holding a sheet of music and a mic in hand. 

“Shrimpy~! You know when you sang that weird song?” Your eyes snap open for the first time, and your cheeks redden. Ahh…

It’s a song from your middle-school years, how embarrassing. You were talking with Floyd- well, to be precise, he was spinning and squeezing you about- and as he was spinning you, you began to hum a little tune. The eel picked up on it, and insistently asked what you were singing about, so you gave him the entire rundown of the song.

He giggled, saying how weird it sounded, but his grin contradicted his statement and before you could realize it, he dropped you on the ground and ran away, doing who knows what- and it seems that he’s…

“You… wrote the entire note-chorus- thing?! Based on what I said?!” You shout, skimming over the notes he’s written down messily. 

“Floyd, this is amazing, holy shit!” You gasp in amazement. “That’s so cool!”

“Hehe, sea otter helped me out! Sea otter’s too nice, it’s kinda annoying.” Floyd pouts, going to sling his arm around Jade. “Whatcha think, Ja-de?”

The twin smoothly takes the paper out of your hands and reads the notes, looking amazed. “Ah.. this truly is spectacular, Floyd. Good job.” He pats Floyd on the head, and Floyd grins at the praise. 

“What’s going on here?” Ah, the man of the hour, the head of the fish mafia himself, Azul Ashengrotto.

You might or might not harbor a tiny, insignificant crush on him. No, you don’t have secret doodles of him and you in the corners of your notebook, of course not! That very notion revokes the idea of logic!

But then again, didn’t you say ‘FUCK LOGIC!’ just a while ago? You did, didn’t you?

…

Well, maybe the crush is bigger than that. There might be a chance that it’s 0.1% bigger than that.

…

No, you most definitely harbor an obvious crush on the silver-haired bloke, and EVERYONE KNOWS, except the bloke himself!

“A-Azul, hey!” He waves you aside, used to the way you stutter when you speak to him.

 “Floyd, I believe I told you to check on [Name], not needlessly wave around a piece of paper,” Azul says, adjusting his glasses.

“But A~zul~ take a look! I, Sea Otter, and Shrimpy made this, you know! And I don’t wanna work anymore! I wanna play the piano~” Without giving Azul a chance to protest, he grabs you (and throws you over his back like a sack of potatoes) and the paper, and runs to the piano Monstro has, leaving Jade to deal with Azul. 

“Jade, set me down at once-” Azul complains as he’s handled similarly to you, looking undignified. 

“My apologies, Azul, but it wouldn’t do good to displease Floyd.” Jade chuckles.  “Besides, don’t you want [Name] to rest? It seems that you were quite worried about their health, fufu.”

Azul stiffens, a light blush adorning his ears. “I haven’t the slightest idea of what you’re talking about.”

“Ah, I must have misunderstood. My apologies.” Jade snickers, setting Azul down on one of the tables in Monstro Lounge, sitting next to him. 

You and Floyd are too far away to hear this conversation, with Floyd getting the piano up excitedly and handing you the mic. 

“Wait, are we going to play a concert? In the middle of the night?” You mutter, taking the mic dumbly. 

“Duh~ you’re pretty dim, Shrimpy!” Floyd snickers darkly, setting the music sheet in front of him and stretching. “What did Goldfish say…? Oh yeah, this spell!” 

After the spell was cast, the piano began to play a tune to what you’re familiar with. 

“Holy shit. It’s playing by itself?!” Floyd pays no heed to your words and began dancing. 

“Come on, Shrimpy, sing!” He encourages you, clearly having fun. 

Well, what’s the harm? You turn the mic on, and begin singing, moving your body for a bit.

“Ooo, we break the laws of attraction

Like you’re sent from above

Got a case of octo love”

Azul glares at the oddly fitting words but begins to slowly bop his head. Jade is smiling, stiffly dancing in his seat. 

“Ooo, we’re like a chemical reaction

Or a code you can’t debug

Got a case of octo love”

“She’s always turning to violence-” Floyd laughs particularly hard at this, and swings you around, leading you to giggle halfway through the song. 

“…’s so determined she’s timeless

And I’m so nervous I’m silent.”

Floyds leaves you be, and you pause in time with the music. 

“What if she finds out I’m lying?

What if she sends me home crying?

Why can’t I just be kawaii?”

“Isn’t that a term Idia-shii often uses…?” Azul mutters. Floyd comes closer to Jade and Azul, picking the latter up. 

“Wait wait wait-!” 

“Too late, Azul~” He plonks Azul, next to you, and you give him a grin. 

“Baby, baby, baby, you’re so fine-” You scream into the mic, clutching it like a madman. 

Mew mew kissy cutie, you’ll be mine-

Crushing, crushing, crushing, on AZUL-” 

The octopus freezes in shock, as you continue with the very, very fitting lyrics. Floyd’s going absolutely ham, doing some sort of ska dance with his twin as he laughs at your mistake. (RIP all the other members of Octavinelle). 

“Oh, did I say that out-”

No, did I say that out loud?!” You, being dramatic, clutches Azul’s hands and shake them, seemingly unaware of what you’ve said. 

The octopus face reddens almost immediately when you swing his arms as children do.

“Ooo, we break the laws of attraction

Like you’re sent from up above

Got a case of octo love”

The poor dorm leader would like to hide under his octopod forever now, thank you very much. 

“Ooo, we’re like an improper fraction

Hope this ship gets safe to shore

Though I’m quite unsure”

“Come on shrimpy, join us!” Floyd grabs you and Azul, and together, the 4 of you began dancing in a circle as the Dance Break ensues, your and Azul’s hands holding each other. Azul just repeatedly wants to die of shame and embarrassment. 

“She’s always turning to violence

I’m always turning to science

She’s so determined she’s timeless 

And I’m so nervous I’m silent.”

You lot stop spinning, dizzy, and out of breath as Floyd takes the mic and sings into it, surprisingly melodious (well, maybe it’s not THAT much of a surprise. He IS from the sea, after all.)

“What if she finds out I’m lying?

What if she sends me home crying?

Why can’t I just be kawaii?

And then I’m like…”

Jade takes the microphone, seemingly knowing the lyrics, and sings into it, making you cheer as you press close to him. 

“Baby, baby, baby, you’re so fine

Mew mew kissy cutie, you’ll be mine-”

You grab the mic back, spinning in place. 

Crushing, crushing, crushing on Azul-”

You point towards the dorm leader, who’s taken to sitting on the floor of Monstro Lounge and hiding most of his face with his hands, excluding his eyes, and come near him, getting your face a little too close to his liking. 

“And so I shout it out!” 

And so I shout it out loud!”

You grab Azul by the hand and drag him towards you, skillfully keeping him balanced. He can’t help but wonder, Where was this energy when you were working?

You began to do a sort of impromptu couple dance, your exhausted giggles and laughs slipping in and Azul sighs at the silliness of it all, but… he smiles genuinely. 

You look so plaintively happy here that he can’t help it, you know?

“Ooo, we’re like a warrior in action

Fit together like a glove-”

You shove the mic into his face, and he, in a low voice, murmurs. 

“Got a case of octo love…”

You gasp dramatically, looking like you didn’t notice him. 

“OOOOH MY GOD HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN STANDING THERE?!”

“I’ve been right here the whole time…” He mutters, a little confused. Is this part of the song, or something?

“Ok, now I want to die.” You say, deadpan. The twins, who were back to their own ska dance thing, grabs the mic from you and pulls you and Azul by the arms (again). The four of you began to sing in harmony (as harmonious as you can get, anyway). 

“Ooo, we break the laws of attraction-”

You eagerly grab the mic back.  “A duet will maybe do... cuz I invited Floyd and Jade too!”

“Hehe, of course, you did, Shrimpy~”

“Smooshed together like a bug!!”

“Got a case of Octo love~”

You let out a huge laugh, giggling and snickering as Jade sets you down, catching your breath. 

“That was… fun…! But now, I...holy shit… I’m tired…” You gasp in exhaustion, falling flat onto one of the couches and quickly began to fall asleep, but-

“Ne, Shrimpy?”

With the last bit of your strength, you open your eyes just a tiny bit. “Wha..?”

“D’ya realize what ya said?” Floyd’s grin is wide like he was about to tease the SHIT out of you or use you in some way. He flops on the floor and leans onto your leg. 

“The song, yeah?”

“Hihihi, Shrimpy~,” The twin says. “You’ll see tomorrow~ goodnight.” He says quietly, a quick change of mood. 

“Sleep tight.” Jade laughs, sitting down next to you and putting his head back. 

“Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Azul finishes, sitting a bit further away from the 3 of you. 

“G’night.” Not a second later, and you are asleep, breathing softly.

*

“Ne, ne, Azul~? Watcha think of Shrimpy’s confession?”

“Th-that wasn’t a confession! It was a slip of the tongue.”

“Eh. You’re still gonna deny that. That’s cowardly, Azul~ Even Shrimpy knows better than that.”

“I must agree. Honestly, to think that you were beaten to confessing. And most oddly, too.”

“I...um…”

*The Leech twins grin widely at Azul’s clamming up. 

“Hmm~?”

“J-just leave me be!”

*With a face as red as tomatoes, Azul leaves, assuming to hide in his octo pot. 

[Thanks v much for reading! This is a better version of what I put out yesterday because god damn, that was disgraceful.]

[punsandfuturekingsmen-archive]

These gifts were handled with utmost care. Vivi sneaked inside Arthur's home and placed them in the living area. She left there without a word and without slamming the door. The next time Arthur ventured into the living room he'd find an array of gifts all for him. First off, a brand new chair for his work shop complete with firm padding and lower back support. Next, inside a smaller, yellow wrapped box was a scrunched orange and yellow origami piece. When one picked it up, it (1/3)

folded out like an accordion. Something for Arthur to play with if he needed a distraction or if he ever was anxious. Leaning against the chair was a sheathed sword. On the hilt, one could see an engraved wrench, the Kingsmen logo wrench. The full sword was just as long as Arthur's real arm, but if he looked at it closer he could see there was a tiny hook where metal met the hilt. He had the ability to take the sword off and hook it onto his mechanical arm. Lastly (2/3)

was a card. Inside the card he'd find a folded, blue, origami forget-me-not attached to a red lotus petal. There was a message too. "Merry Christmas to my wonderful, handsome Arthur. May you and Lance have a wonderful holiday and a healthy new year. I love you so very very much. Thank you for helping me become the person I am today. Love, V+M." (3/3)

Arthur blinked when he made his way into the living room, seeing so many things, ready and waiting. He blinked a few more times, before walking slowly towards the gifts. The first thing he went for was the card. He shifted the things from the chair to the couch, before sitting in it. Oh--- oh shit this was comfortable. Oh he liked this, this was nice.

He leaned back in the chair so only the tips of his toes grazed the carpet, opening the card. 

The origami forget me not was more than enough for him to know the sender, and he smiled as he tucked the little flower behind an ear. He shouldn’t even be surprised it was her. Of course, if anyone was going to lay on Christmas thick and shower him in presents, it’d be Santa Vivi, and her kitsune turned little elf helper.

He smiled as his fingers brushed over the words in the card, and it only turned more tender as he stared. Did she really think he helped her be the person she was? That seemed-- so strange to think. Vivi was the one who made him who he was. Or better than he had been.

 But he supposed could concede that they helped each other grow. He.... he really truly loved her. This chair was just-- it was perfect when he needed to work late nights. The headrest was thick, and could function as a pillow if he leaned back. At least that meant falling asleep at his desk wouldn’t end up with him suffering as hard the next day. It was so--- it was thoughtful. But when wasn’t Vivi thoughtful?

The next gift he opened quickly, tearing through the wrapping. He was confused by the little paper inside, until he picked it up, and it unfurled into an accordion- shaped tube. He raised a brow, before collecting it all together again-- the the light went off. She knew he loved fidget toys. Maybe she’d made this just for him, so he’d have something to mess with, with his hands while he was thinking. It made him smile, and he sat playing with it for a few minutes longer.

He set it aside after a time, eager to see what the last gift the two of them had gotten him was.

He only needed to look at it and actually focus for a quarter of a second to be able to tell. There was no doubting it was a sword, and his tender smile at her thoughtfulness split into something wider, excitable as a kid on Christmas. 

He fucking loved swords. 

Arthur studied the sheath for a few moments, before pulling the blade out and making a far-too-pleased noise when it made the good metallic shiiing noise. He wiggled a little in his chair, looking over the blade and the hilt and-- oh my god. Did-- Did Vivi get him a sword with a Kingsmen logo on the cross-guard? Holy shit that was so cool-- expensive as fuck, but cool. And-- what was that? Some kind of release? That probably meant the sword was decorative and--

Oh. Oh. O h.

Arthur’s eyes widened as thing clicked into place. The blade was made to--

He made a noise-- a laugh. A giggly thing at the notion-- oh he’d definitely need to tinker with this, with his arm to give it a better grip to get more force behind swings and maybe with the hilt to make sure the blade wasn’t flimsy in there which would compromise the integrity. It was sharp probably but he could always make it better and then he could do a sword arm or a sword sword oh no this was gonna be--

Arthur scrambled for his room and then came back with a grin and a pad of blueprints, which he set on the table. Resuming his movie, he started drawing and making notes with a happy hum and wiggling in his seat, only taking a pause to look up at the movie, or to eat some of the homemade pizza he’d been given. 

This.... it’d been upended by things, his Christmas. But at least his friends were amazing, over-the-top, perfect, wonderful, people. Without them he would be feeling awful. But with them?

They’d managed to make an almost ruined holiday into something amazing.

[capricornus-rex]

A Legacy Begun (10)

Chapter 10: The Advent of an Alliance | Cal Kestis x Reader

Summary: After a long time of running and fighting, you and Cal decided to finally settle down after all these years to raise a family. However, it was never a life of peace whilst the shadow of the Empire looms over your heads.

Prompt/s in play: Anon prompt (found in Chapter 1 link) + fic idea

Also posted in AO3

Tags: Scruffy! Cal Kestis, Daddy! Cal Kestis, Adult! Cal Kestis, Jedi Family, Jedi Offspring, Force-Sensitive Offspring, Settling Down, Rebel Alliance

Chapters: 1 – 2 – 3 – 4 – 5 – 6 – 7 – 8 | Previous: Part 9 | Next: Part 11 | Masterlist

10 of ?

Cassidy darts out of the quarters, her precious unignited saber in hand, and kept announcing the words, “I did it!”

Everyone turned to the scarlet-haired child. She wanted to make sure everyone got a closer look of the saber that she has constructed all on her own, she was three times proud of herself than her parents combined. Her quirky disposition somehow reminded you and Cal individually of your childhoods—the medley of thrill and anxiety at the Gathering, the accomplishment of constructing the saber down to the last component all by oneself, and the satisfying hum of the saber blazing out of the emitter that cements their being a Jedi.

“Ooh, it turned out quite beautifully, Cassidy!” you grinned, leaning closer to get a look of the overall design.

It was neat and sleek, simple yet elegant—you strongly believed that the lightsaber reflected her, not just by personality, but also her fighting style.

Two years prior this Gathering, it was too soon to figure out what lightsaber form Cassidy was inclined to using. However, it was vital that she’d be exposed to all seven forms—you and Cal have made it clear that it wasn’t a hard requirement for her to master each and every one. Although her capabilities appear to drift between Form I: Shii-Cho and Form III: Soresu—the latter is the most prominent.

“You think so, Mom?”

“Of course. I never doubted you for a moment, my girl,”

She rung her little arms around your neck, naturally, you hugged her back—wrapping your arms around her small back and playfully shaking her in the middle of it.

“Go ahead and play now, if you like, but we’ll get clean up in a bit, okay?”

“Okay,” she nodded and then turned to BD-1 sitting on the sofa. “Come on, BD!”

“Trill, bee!”

The two friends scampered along, the droid followed wherever the girl went—fetching her three favorite toys: the Binog named Nog, the Bogling who’s been called Bog ever since her infancy, and the Shyyyo Bird she fondly referred to as Shy and then placing them all in the lounge.

While Cassidy played away with BD-1 and her stuffed animals, you headed to the bathroom to draw a warm bath. You politely interrupted Cassidy’s playtime to clean her up—starting with taking off her snowflake-covered poncho, you brought her to the bathroom and cleaned her there: wiping her face clean of frost and snow until the freckles and the pinkness of her cheeks stood out more, rinsed and lathered her head well enough to make sure the snowstorm hadn’t hardened her hair into a red, solid sheet.

Finally, she sported a dark green jacket and black pants—an ensemble that nearly looked identical with Cal’s, spare the armor. She returned to her playtime and kept her saber close, even though it’ll be a long while before she could actually use it. Eventually, in the middle of the trip, exhaustion has taken over little Cassidy until she had fallen asleep in the middle of her playtime—BD-1 didn’t want to disturb her so he set himself to sleep mode as well, sitting with his legs tucked underneath his body on the table, along with the toys, and her arms crossed together acted like a pillow but her saber was trapped in her hand. You’re endeared by the sight—you first pulled away the saber in her hand and then carried her to the couch where she’ll be comfortable, you replaced the saber with the Binog as the child continued to dream

“Sleep tight, baby,” you whispered and leaned to forehead to plant a kiss.

You retired to Cal’s former quarters and found himself busy against the workbench. He turned around to acknowledge your presence.

“She and BD are taking a nap,”

Cal paused from his handiwork, “Oh?”

“Yeah, I just tucked her in on the couch in the lounge,” you leaned casually against the door with your arms crossed and a smirk traced all over your lips.

“You’re not too busy, I hope,” your husband purred as he started pacing towards you.

The smirk on your face extended, chuckling through your nostrils as you play along with the act. You rolled your eyes in a thoughtful manner and then shrugged your shoulders seconds later.

“I don’t think so,”

“Good,”

A single flimsy wave of his two fingers and the audible crunch of a button clicked right next to your ear. He maintained that smug look in his face, you smiled off the growing tension ripping between the gap that he’s closing with every step closer to you.

“I’m afraid the door’s jammed,” you jokingly point out the obvious.

“How unfortunate,”

He planted his palms flat against the wall on both of your sides, trapping you between his arms; he’s surprised that you’ve kept your demeanor steady for this long. You slid down while keeping his eyes on him, giving him the false hope of you submitting to him, but you only did so to slip underneath his arms to retreat to the workbench.

“So, what is it that you’ve been busying yourself with?”

He sighed and then went after you, “I’m recalibrating the Mantis’s shared-line transponder, Cere thinks that it’s taking a few seconds before the signal reaches our home.”

“Any luck so far?”

“Haven’t tested it yet,” his warm breath blew over your shoulders, goosebumps crawled all over your arms. His hands slithered down to your thighs and dug his fingers deep into your flesh.

“Do you plan to?”

“I have other things in mind,”

His fingers clawed their way up to clutch your waist; he goes on to leave a trail of kisses on your neck—gradually bruising them as he gingerly nips away at your skin—you crane your head up, giving in to his lips. You absentmindedly put aside the transponder to the far side of the worktable. He quickly lifted you up to the surface of the table the instant you turned to face him; he denied you a chance to speak or react using his lips, his tongue slithering into your mouth and exploring your taste.

Even with your eyes closed, you managed to unzip his jacket, pale skin popped out of the clothing and he shook off the sleeves until he was bare—he did the same to you and rucked up your tank top. A chuckle rumbled in your throat, it rang seductively into his ears as his lips ghosted over the groove between your breasts.

Cal hooked his arms around your thighs while his tongue flicks your nipple inside his mouth, a squeak escaped your throat—keeping yourself quiet amidst this heating ecstasy was a struggle, you didn’t want to wake Cassidy with your screaming Cal’s name. He pulled away for a moment only to shush you and then rested you flat against the white, narrow bed.

“Hush now, we wouldn’t wanna disturb Cassidy’s nap,”

“I’ll be good then,” you mewled.

He brushed his lips to yours to silence you, his tongue tracing along the line of your bottom lip while you prod yours into his mouth.

Hours later, both of you cuddled in your former bed, truly reliving the old days but feeling like you’re still back to the time where all of you were just wondering where to go next. You opted to take a shower and wore your jacket lousily until you found your way to the bathroom. While you bathed, Cal stepped out of the quarters to fix himself a glass and spotted Cassidy already up and about.

She stood in the very center of the ship—just in front of the lounge’s table—testing out her saber, waving it around the same way she would with the practice saber back home. Cal watched her from the dining table, making stances of her own mixed with the standard ones taught to her, he smiled to himself when he saw her attempt a flourish spin.

“Be careful when you do that, sweetie, we wouldn’t want Greez to find a slash on the ceiling,”

Cassidy spun around, startled by her father’s remark. She was so absorbed with her solo practice session that she wasn’t unaware of his presence; a bright red colored over her freckles as she realized this rookie mistake.

“Sorry, Dad, I… I figured you were there,”

“I guess you concentrated a bit too much on your saber,”

Unable to respond, she was guilty of that claim, she averted her eyes from her father—slightly embarrassed—and then turned to her saber, examining the smooth black hilt rolling in the palm of her hand.

“Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m not mad,”

“I should’ve really known your presence seconds ago,” she mumbled disappointingly to herself.

Cal walked away from the dining and towards his daughter. He knelt down to her level and plants his hand on her shoulder.

“It’s easy to get lost in emotions—especially excitement—but that doesn’t mean you’re less of what you’ve become. That saber is an extension of you; it’s only natural that you’re taking your time with it. Just remember to be mindful of your feelings and your surroundings, we’ll learn more on that when we get home. Will you be ready by then?”

Cassidy’s soulful, dark eyes lit up and her mouth stretched into a wide smile on her little face.

“Am I ever!?”

“That’s my girl,” he tussled her hair and leaned in to brush his beard against her cheek. “Itchy kisses!”

“Aaaagh, no! Not the itchy kisses, Dad!”

It was too late for Cassidy to run away from the clutches of her dad, he had already locked her in his arms at the mercy of his beard tickling her cheeks and neck. Her laughter, a voice that’s sweet and silky like honey, chimed across the entire ship. Eventually, she slipped away from her father’s grasp and snatched up both Nog and Shy—as protection, she pecked Cal’s head using the little Shyyyo Bird’s cotton-stuffed beak.

“Oh no, the Great Shy has attacked me!”

Cal’s baritone laugh mingled with his daughter’s high-pitched giggles. You were attracted the sound and led you to the galley as soon as you stepped out of the quarters after getting dressed. The sight of father and daughter instantaneously warrants a smile across your face. You discover Cassidy splayed like a bird, with her Shyyyo Bird in hand as if mimicking its flight, while being carried in Cal’s arms—your husband gently swerved and bobbed your daughter up and down.

You sneak up on them, picking up Bog along the way and bounced the toy across Cassidy’s back.

“Hey, you forgot to bring little Bog on the trip with Shy!” you cooed.

“Oh, that’s right! Bog always loves to go higher than he can jump!” Cassidy concurred.

BD-1 joined in on the game when he used his little turbojets to give Nog a joyride flight along with the Kestis family.

“Alright, BD! Glad you brought Nog with you!” the child yipped. “Now everyone’s joined in!”

The four of you have lost yourselves in the dreamy, imaginary world where Boglings can ride Shyyyo Birds and a droid can carry a Binog on top of its head as it flew—a fantasy world that your little daughter had created. The parents had a bit too much fun playing with their daughter that they didn’t realize the Mantis had already finished its landing cycle.

“Uh, didn’t wanna interrupt your fun time there but we’re back at Zera now,” Greez announced as he awkwardly put himself into the scene of the Kestis family bonding.

“Oh, we’re home!” Cassidy squirmed away from her father’s arms, she couldn’t wait anymore for him to lower her to a safer height. She speeds out of the ship, ultimately forgetting about her backpack and only brought her lightsaber with her.

“Well, kid’s been homesick after being in that snowcone of a planet, huh?” Greez pointed the empty space over his shoulder with his two right thumbs.

“Yeah, I think she’s become more comfortable with the climate here in Zera,” Cal chuckled.

The two of you collected your possessions from the quarters and the rest of the crew accompanied you to the door.

“We’ll see you soon!” you bade.

“Don’t be a stranger, you two. After all, this is still your home,” Cere added.

—–

FIVE MONTHS AFTER CASSIDY’S GATHERING

The parents’ shifted in where they stood, watching Cassidy with great interest with her change of tactics; the question of what she’s planning to do next buzzed with anticipation.

The droid repeated its attack pattern, and Cassidy was about to put her plan into play. It would appear that her free hand acted as some sort of anchor to balance herself in her stances, her knees were buckled, and her movements were quite lively—matching up to the pace of the droid’s current pattern.

It was apparent that Cassidy had become more adept in fighting with her own lightsaber, compared to using only a plain prototype. The theory that having one’s own lightsaber amplified a Jedi’s skill lingered in your minds together, but the thought was immediately brushed off, returning your attention to the child.

The floating sphere suddenly became more aggressive, but that didn’t faze Cassidy. She’s delved in too deep with her one-on-one with this ball in the air, the sight of her parents were nothing but a mere blur in her vision now. The sphere zoomed in a quite abrupt speed, Cassidy’s head jerked to follow it, and sprang to its direction; affording only a second, she bounced off of her heels, planted the soles of her feet against a tree trunk—banking more air so she could make a jumping attack against the training droid, which looked up too little too late.

Two halves of what the droid was made out of plopped to the bed of earth.

“So-Sorry, I got carried away there,” she stammered while having the kick of adrenaline still in her blood vessels, it confused her parents why she was so apologetic about that.

“Not at all,” Cal rebutted. “For a moment there, you looked like you planned it all by yourself—at the expense of only a few seconds.”

“That’s quite impressive, to think fast within such a small window of chance,” you added. “That’s a remarkable trait that you should hone, Cassidy.”

“Really?”

In reply, you flick your eyebrows up while Cal busied himself with something.

“Let’s try something else—it’s pretty much the same as our daily instruction, but you can’t improve without a challenge in the way,”

Cal places a helmet with an opaque visor that covered her eyesight.

“Uh, how am I supposed to see the enemy—or the training sphere, in this case?”

“The eyes can deceive, but if you trust the Force as well as your instincts and emotions—letting it guide and flow within you, only then will the lack of sense of sight not be such a disadvantage. Let’s begin.”

There was no room for Cassidy to argue on that. She positioned herself in a stance, her yellow blade hummed lowly next to her ear and the hissing of the replacement training remote drowned out the sound of the insects and critters lurking amongst the trees.

Her anxiety was very evident—the calm exterior that she demonstrated while she still could use you eyesight had been reduced to a hunched, shaky demeanor.

“Relax,”

She rounded her lips to release the air that she had been keeping in her lungs, readjusted her fingers’ grip around the sleeve of the hilt; her ears twitched at the hiss of the training droid—indicating that it had moved, but to where?

Fair enough that her blade mirrored where the sphere had hovered to, though it was tricky to predict the timing of its attacks. Cassidy allowed herself to loosen, giving a part of herself to the Force.

One. Two.

On your left. She mentally coached herself, but it felt like she was only repeating the words the Force was telling her.

Three. Four.

Top.

Five!

The droid’s aggressive attack patterns were denied of a target from the young Padawan. The child never ceased to surprise you and your husband. For the next two waves of attack from the sphere, she was only hit once in total of three rounds against the hovering ball.

“Very good, Cassidy,” he affirmed. “Now, let’s change instruction.”

Cal produced a bipedal training droid into the scene, perhaps standing about 5’8, compared to the child who was a solid five-footer; its body was coated by its own shield generator, a single contact on any part it will automatically disable by itself—indicating success to the wielder who has tapped the shield with their weapon. This was a design that Cal took pride in—it was both efficient and innovative, without needing to harm either the droid or the live wielder.

The humanoid droid wielded an electrobaton, similar to the Scout Trooper’s weapon. The towering height may have taken the little one aback, but when her hand tightened, her nerves remembered the feel of the saber hilt.

Bringing both of her hands around the sleeve, she stood in front of the droid, holding a lunging stance with the enemy at the point of her blade—she anticipated the nearly-sentient being’s next move. It thrusted its baton towards her and quickly went out of its line of fire. However, the droid was quick to deflect her overhead strike. They traded strikes—the sunshine gold blade parrying against the indigo lightning crackles contained at one end of a stick.

“Cal, do you read?”

Cal’s comlink rang and he replied to acknowledge Cere.

“I’ve picked up a signal that came in. It’s a gunship, but not Imperial. I think it’s Mari Kosan,”

His eyebrows furrowed. What would she want to do here?

He asked Cere to verify if it was really her vessel and if it really was her aboard it; no doubt about it, the ship that just arrived is the partisan.

“Did she transmit anything?”

“She only asked where you’d be,” Cere received the coordinates of the Kestis homestead’s area coordinates from Cal in reply.

You sensed the distant growling of a ship’s throttle—distinctively different from the Mantis’s—and glanced to the side, to your husband for some enlightenment.

“It’s Mari,”

Your reaction was the mirror image of his own mere moments ago when Cere connected to his comlink. He noticed that your eyes have trailed away for a second, and he’s sensed it too—the gunship has touched the forest moon’s soil. There was a wordless exchange between you and Cal, he marched out of the clearing and you stayed put in watching over your daughter’s training session.

Cal personally met with Kosan, her ship had docked a few miles away from the homestead’s vicinity; he had already spotted her reaching halfway of the house. Mari immediately noticed Cal coming from the other direction and shifted there, she was flanked by four more soldiers.

The distance was now close between the Jedi and the partisan. They exchange greetings, simply by mentioning their names.

“It’s been a while,” Mari followed up.

“A few years or so,”

“How are you and [y/n]?”

“We’re holding up quite well—better than Ilaro, actually,”

“So sorry to hear what happened there,” she hung her head low. “It was your home albeit for a short time.”

“Yeah, it took us by surprise. Neither of us imagined that the Empire would get there, but at this kind of time, it shouldn’t come off as such,”

Mari Kosan hummed in reply, an agreeing tone at that. A brief moment hung between man and woman. Then in the silence, Mari had sensed Cal’s question coming on, so she beat him to it.

“Ever heard from Saw?”

“Not lately, why?”

“The last time my contacts found him, they told me he was close by this system,”

Cal flung his arms, gesturing the wide nothingness except for the green plains where they stand.

“And then they told me that the two Jedi who helped us in Kashyyyk lived in the said system.” Mari finished.

“I didn’t even know Saw had been close to us, geographically speaking. Ever since we got here, it was just the people in the Mantis, my wife and I, and—”

Mari spotted you coming out of the forest, catching a glimpse of his daughter holding your hand, Cal immediately followed where the partisan’s eyes were. You joined his side in front of Mari, standing behind your hip—almost as if hiding herself from the strangers—is Cassidy.

“Your daughter, no doubt. She has your hair and her mother’s eyes,” Mari pointed. “She’s a beautiful child.”

“Thank you,”

“Hello there,” Mari’s expression warmed to meet the child.

“Hi…” the child’s voice was barely inaudible, still shy of these armed people whom she’s seen for the very first time.

“Mari, it’s been a while,” you greeted.

“Yes, too long if I may say so,” she greeted back, speaking for the fine lines etching across her cheekbones and jaw.

“What’s this visit all about?”

Your inquisitive tone slightly shook the aging partisan, but she smiled the assumed tension away and answered directly.

“There’s a base in another moon, Yavin IV, where it’s safer. The rebellion. It’s been established a year ago, the growth is slow, but we have good people there—some of the partisans from Kashyyyk have already been moved there, either by their own volition or they’ve been scouted or endorsed. When I heard that you two were here, I knew I had to seek you out,”

“And you want to recruit us—as fighters? Just like back in Kashyyyk years ago?”

Your hold around Cassidy’s shoulder slowly reeled her in closer to you, imaginings of skirmishes flashed in your mind—back then, it felt like an honor to fight; but now that you have a family to take care of, second thoughts always followed behind.

“That decision lies with you alone. But I’d be lying if I said you won’t be fighting or encountering any danger. Still, it’s better than hopping from one planet or moon to the next just to elude the Empire without anyone but yourselves—that’s not exactly the most ideal lifestyle for a family.”

Husband and wife traded questioning glances, still not biting into Mari’s pitch.

“Think of it this way, you’ll have good people—some of whom you may know—surrounding you in a safe place. These people are fighting for the same thing—freedom, for all of the systems that the Empire has robbed of opportunities and own choices. Everybody’s tired of the suffocation, we’re just the handful of people who wanted to do something about it.”

Cal looked to you, he had sensed you’d been deliberating with yourself ever since Mari started pitching. Your eyes rolled down to Cassidy, she had been listening even though she barely grasp the concept of what this older woman is trying to pursue.

When she was received with silence and pensive stares, she collected her breath after that speech.

“The offer still stands, I’ll be in touch with you—Cere has a hold of my signal. Think about it, Cal, [y/n]. For your child’s sake,”

She turned face, she and her soldiers marched their way back to their gunship. You and your husband watched the group disappear from the glade. Cal shepherded mother and child to the homestead as night fell.

For hours, Cal felt your uneasiness, he had caught the shudders in your arms and hands whenever the two of you touch—accidentally or otherwise. That night, you had just finishing bathing Cassidy in time for bed, the sheen of her hair shone against the lamp’s light as you brushed her in neat, smooth strokes.

“Mom, who was that lady earlier?”

“That was Mari, a friend of ours. We fought bad guys together,”

“Why did she say that the other place is safer?” she turned around to face you, unintentionally moving away from the brush. “Are we in trouble here? Because I don’t sense any trouble or anything. It’s been really nice here.”

Her dark irises gleamed in the lamplight. For you, it was like looking back in a mirror—but it felt more like looking back and talking to your younger self of that exact age.

“What Mari means is that the other place, called Yavin, is much safer because we’ll have our other friends there,” you continued to brush her hair in that angle. “Unlike here: it’s just you, me, Daddy, aunts Cere and Merrin, and Greez.”

“Well, if the bad guys ever find us, I’ll help you and Dad in fighting them. I got my saber right here!” she extended her hand, pulled in her saber from the nightstand to her hand using the Force—proving her conviction.

“My, what a brave girl you’ve become,” you crooned, gently taking the weapon away from her hand, putting it back down on the nightstand and then cupping her cheeks. “I’m so proud.”

“Is our little girl ready for bed?” Cal popped into the room, joining you on Cassidy’s bed.

“I was just about to, Daddy,”

“Well, time to tuck you in, little champ!”

“You should’ve seen her earlier with the droid—evading its attacks like a Jedi Master,”

“Did she now?”

“Yeah, I went like this! And then that!” the child towered over her parents, standing up on her bed as she reenacted her movements from the training session earlier.

Cal caught her before she could get carried away and hurt herself off the bed, but he still encouraged and affirmed her, boosting her morale on her Jedi training.

“Any more training and you might beat me!”

“Yeah, I sure am!”

“Aww, I can’t let that happen—not until my scruffy kisses have something to say about it!”

Cal attacked Cassidy with his stubble, tickling her with his fingers wiggling across her sides while pricking her cheeks with the ends of his beard. Laughter squeaked out of the little girl’s throat, kicking and pushing away her dad but to no avail. Only when she had called you for her rescue did Cal ceased to attack her with tickles.

“Alright, alright, more tickles to come if you don’t go lights out now,” you playfully scolded.

“Okay, Mom, good night!” she leaned closer, wrapping you in a hug as she kissed your cheek. “I love you.”

“I love you too, sweetie. And Daddy?”

Cassidy jokingly hesitated and wagged her finger at Cal, “No scruffy kisses?”

“No scruffy kisses, I promise,”

That was good enough for Cassidy. She threw her arms around Cal and aimed for his freckled cheeks to which he kissed her back and wrapped his arms around her as well. Over her shoulder, Cal exchanged glances and small smiles with you.

“Alrighty now, my little Padawan, good night,”

“Good night, Daddy, I love you,”

“I love you too, munchkin,”

You switched off the lamp on her nightstand, leaving the bedroom together with Cal. You stopped yourself in your tracks, turning around to see Cassidy falling asleep peacefully, warm in her bed under her wool blanket. Cal stood behind you, watching your daughter.

“When we had Cassidy, I never imagined it to be like this,” you shake your head, arms crossed while leaning against the door frame. “Yet somehow, I’ve always known such a time like this would come.”

Cal rested his chin over your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist while thoughtfully looking at your baby girl, “It’s not an easy childhood, but it’s the lengths that we do to keep her safe. To keep our family safe. She’ll understand when she’s older—we’ll help her understand.”

You peered to your side, Cal flashes a small yet fond smile. He inched closer, kissing your cheek; he takes your hand and spirits the two of you away from Cassidy’s bedroom.

[minorin-fanfictions]

Jimin Oneshot - You Are My Problem

The match was over. Bangtan lost. Jimin's head hung low as he made his way towards his teammates. You wanted to console him, tell him he did great but when you saw Hani, their manager, rubbing his back and sitting too close to him for your liking, all plans to comfort your man were out the window.

Now, being the rational person you were, you weren't gonna cause a scene over something trivial but all hell broke loose when she pulled him in an intimate hug nuzzling her nose in his neck. It was obvious about her darn interest in him and Jimin was being as dense as ever.

You had interrupted their moment just to talk privately with Jimin, pulling him into a more secluded corner.

"Jimin, you need to stop letting your manager be close with such intimacy. She seems to have taken strong interest in you"

"I am not in the mood, babe" you should have listened but you went on.

"You are never in the mood but we need to talk about this."

"Later, [y/n]", ignoring the absence of a nickname you continued

"That's what you said last week and the week before. We barely spend time and you have excuses already piled up!?"

"Not now, [y/n]" Jimin had his fists clenced but you failed to notice it.

"Do you even care? I am giving my all in this relationship "

"And i am not?" He stared incredulously.

"Doesn't look that way. You prefer your fangirls and that flirt manager of yours over me. I wanted to tell you about a lot of things but you keep bailing on me! I am your girlfriend, you know?"

That was the last straw because his next words shook you.

"Maybe it doesn't matter to me! Stop being so fussy over something so damn childish. You're being insensitive and selfish. Hani-shii is as harmless as a fly. Why can't you,for once, understand me. You don't even care about how i feel right now and yet you decide to rant shit about people i care about. Hani-shii isn't bad at all. Your doubtful attitude is something i would prefer living without. Infact, i wish for you out of my life, [y/n]."

With that he stormed to his team. Your breath hitched at his last statement and you knew the damage had been done. It was too late to stop him and slowly he was slipping away from your grasp.

You weren't angry, no. Instead, hurt would be a better word for the swirling emotions. Grief stricken you made your way towards your apartment. Slamming the door shut, you sank to your knees and let the sorrow take over. No one was around to hear the resonating sobs. This was the feeling you had before meeting Jimin. Afterall, you are an orphan. And now, the foreign feeling was back, filling your mind with flashes from the past.

Night fell and you looked outside the window with red puffy eyes and cold cheeks. Vivid images of the argument flashed through your mind. A sigh escaped your parted lips as you stared at the moon.

The argument had escalated into a fight. Nothing physical just lots of hurtful words thrown at each other. You know you should have tried to console him over his loss but then your insecurities mocked you. You wouldn't have minded until she got extra touchy with him. But you know you are the one at fault.

"It hurts," the lump in your throat made it difficult to speak, "Jimin never raised his voice at me, maybe i did take his patience for granted". You knew you weren't going to get any sleep so you made your way towards the small kitchen and cooked ramen for yourself. The few minutes felt like hours and within that span of time you had realisation knocking into you.

The past months, truly had been spent with you being overbearing. " I was being selfish like Jimin had said. The constant need for his full attention, the clingy behaviour infront of his teammates was not what he needed." You were oblivious to Jimin's exhausted state and look where your absent mindness has landed you. Amidst the internal conflict, your eyes had moistened and soft sniffles echoed in the small kitchen. The untouched ramen was left cold while you placed your head on the table to ease the pain building in there. Your breathing soon evened out and after that slumber had engulfed you.

When you woke up next, you were already placed on your bed. Your eyes stung a bit but you could make out the 4:05 AM your clock read on the nightstand. The heavy hand placed around your waist caused your heart to squeeze while the all too familiar scent that lingered in the room had you turning around in no time.

The locks that fell past his face were still a little wet giving away the fact that he may have just ran here after taking a shower. The dim light of the moon was enough to make out the red rims around his eyes making you regret your outburst entirely. You gently encircled your arms around his torso and buried your face in his chest snuggling closer. It was silent until he broke it,

"I am sorry, [y/n]"

Unsure if it was the strain in his voice when he said your name or the fact that he just apologised for a fight he wasn't at fault in but it had you hugging him tighter, afraid that his next words would break you two apart.

'It could be those break up lines where he just apologises first so the other person doesn't feel bad or -' your thoughts halted.

"I love you, please don't leave me"

And cue you looking up only to have him staring right back at you with those doe eyes. This man would be the death of anyone.

"Say something, [y/n]"

You wanted to tell him so many things but your paranoia wasn't helping the situation at all. Your orphan status wasn't benefitting your fears either. How were you supposed to tell him that your insecurities hit you everytime people questioned your relationship.?

"This was a bad idea, I should have stayed home, you need space. I shouldn't have raised my voice, you probably hate me. I couldn't sleep knowing i hurt you so i - Oh gosh, I'll leave first"

Before he could leave, you held his hand around your waist only to tug him closer. Taking a deep breath you poured your heart out from the silliest errors you had to his importance in your life.

"I have been scared for the longest time now. One day you'll realize how incompatible we are for each other and how far you are from my reach. But i have learnt that there are ups and downs. There is sadness and happiness. The joy is intertwined with sorrow. There is so much more to this world than what we perceive. Those forces keep us balanced. I believe my downfalls have allowed me to value the exhilarating moments shared between us as well. Thank you, Jimin for everything you do and i am sorry for all the tantrums I have thrown. I am sorry for what I did. I am sorry for stressing you out. I do become selfish when it comes to you but i promise I'll work on my insecurities. You don't deserve to be drained out by my problems. I wish I could be those girls who are confident and -"

"I adore you so stop rambling about what you need to be for me, you are my problem" he chuckled before suggesting, "I haven't been spending time with you so how about we go to the amusement park today. "

"I would rather stay home, have a movie marathon with cuddles and snacks"

Now if it was any other day, you wouldn't have missed this opportunity but his tired eyes were pleading rest so you decided on the last thing your mind could resort to.

Jimin's plum lips curled up slightly, his crescent eyes staring lovingly at you, "Sounds like a plan, babe"

It wasn't long before soft snores echoed in the room and lulled you to sleep. As long as, Jimin was here you'd overcome your problems together. Atleast that is the unspoken promise his intertwined hand told you.

[amicuscordis]

At Least You Don’t Want To Kill Me

Read it on ao3!

Fighting the elusive Green is a pain in the ass, but at least Lance gets to crash with his awesome roommate Pidge afterwards. After a nasty battle with the Blue Paladin, Pidge faces the idea that maybe there is no one who cares if she makes it home at the end of the night.

Rated T for some violence and swearing

Tags: Alternate Universe, that one au where one's a hero and one's a 'villain' but as civilians they're oblivious roommates, Injury, Blood, but not much

Check out the amazing art for this fic by the talented Shii here!

Thanks to Oxto for betaing for me, and @planceminibang​ for letting me participate! This first part focuses on Lance’s side of the story. Pidge’s will be coming soon.

At Least You Don’t Want To Kill Me, Chapter 1

Before the car had completely stopped, Lance was stumbling out of it, teetering on cigarette butts and plastic bottles that lined the drains. Shiro reached from the backseat and out the passenger door, catching Lance’s arm before he could completely fall. “You good, Lance?”

Lance yanked his arm away from Shiro, nearly falling over again in the process, and slammed the door shut. Hunk, watching from behind the wheel, was already rolling down the window. “I’m offended, honestly,” Lance announced, gesticulating with his longs arms as he paced in a small circle. “He’s never tased me hard enough to knock me out before. Whatever happened to that good ol’ nemesis bond?”

“It means he felt threatened,” Shiro said, pulling his arm back into the car. He was not supposed to even be in the car, much less the city, but when Hunk had set out to take Lance home, Shiro had reasoned that in a vehicle in the dark, who could identify the missing Kerberos pilot? “You and Keith will get him next time.”

Or the kid would just find a new way to outthink them again. Lance shoved his hands into his pockets, shrugged. Shiro and Hunk shared a look. For a terrifying three seconds, Lance thought Hunk might be about to try to argue to come inside with him, as if Lance’s getting pissed off at an alien-aided villain was reason to mark him an invalid. That spoiled the spirit of hanging out, though, and made the usually social Lance just want to be alone.

Well, not entirely alone, but she was a special case.

Whatever concerns Hunk had, he decided to let it go. Stuck to the car, Shiro had no choice but to follow. Hunk hunched over so he could give Lance a solid look out the window. “Call me before executing any stupid ideas, okay?”

“Sure, whatever.”

Hunk kept his stare on Lance, as if to reaffirm that he meant it, then rolled up the window and pulled away from the curb. Lance waited until they turned out of the parking lot onto the main road, taking the time to kick one of the plastic bottles at his feet. It ricocheted off the curb into his shin. He flipped it off.

No lights came through the window of the second-floor apartment. He fumbled with the keys, brain not entirely computing which way to put it into the lock. Damn headache. He rubbed at his forehead as at last the lock turned, the door opened, and he could limp inside. “Pidge, I’m home!”

Not that he expected a response, considering the off lights, but it still squeezed at his chest. He had to come home licking his wounds and his roommate was not even there to make fun of him and then bandage him up.

He trudged into the bathroom, wincing at the fluorescent lights when he flipped the switch. “Stupid Green, stupid Keith. . .”

Keeping jacket and shirt intact, he shirked his shoes and jeans and beheld himself in the mirror. Right below his boxers was the bandage, a white square to cover the cut and surrounding burn left behind by Green. Shiro had not been wrong about Green feeling threatened. For weeks, Lance had been the only one sent to capture him, but with that obvious failure, and Green progressively gathering more and more information on the Kerberos mission and who knew what else with each venture into the Garrison, Allura had finally sent Keith to join him. The tag teaming had almost worked: Lance had got a nice shot in the shoulder of Green’s armor, and then Keith had got him with the hilt of his sword, right at the rib cage on his left side. So damn close, if Green hadn’t managed to tase Keith, and then tase Lance while he freaked out over Keith going down. “Stupid, stupid. . .”

He wanted to take the bandage off. Mostly to see the burn and shallow cut for himself, since Coran had patched him up still unconscious. There was also maybe a small part that wanted Pidge to help him bandage it up again when she got home. But who could guess when that would be? He was too tired to do it again himself. Tired and headachey and maybe a little sulky. He kicked his jeans into the corner of the bathroom, slapped the light switch down, and trudged out into the kitchen.

In the fridge, he dug around for some leftovers that were semi-edible. He couldn’t remember whose turn it was to buy groceries and whose it was to clean old food out of the fridge but they both had been slacking. Maybe he would ask Pidge if they should just do it all together tomorrow, because gods that sounded better than going back to the hidden Castle of Lions to hear Allura go on about how Green must be gathering intel for the Galra, because the technology Green used was far too advanced for Earth, what was the point of any of their defensive prep if the Galra already knew how to wipe out the Garrison when they would first invade, you must do better to stop him, Lance! At least now Keith would get to look as sour as Lance always felt.

Leftover alfredo it was. Except he was too damn tired to warm it—the microwave clock warned it was past two in the morning, and being knocked out didn’t count as sleep—so he took a fork and fell onto the couch to eat it cold.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, mistake—” Lance wiped his tongue on his sleeve as he tossed the alfredo onto the coffee table and took the remote instead. Who really needed food, anyway? When he turned on the TV, it was set for the next episode of Legendary Defender from where he and Pidge had left off the night before. He clicked around for something light—Garfle Warfle Snick, why not—and as it started to play, blindly reached around the couch until he found a throw blanket and pulled it up around his shoulders, the tip of it brushing his nose. It smelled just a little more like Pidge than the rest of the apartment did. He looked to the door.

By the end of the episode, she still had not come in. Another episode, still no Pidge. Which was fine. Her whereabouts at late hours were far from the only secret about her. He had quite a few questions—Where do you actually work? Who’s the Matt you looked startled you mentioned that one time? Do we have to go to our rooms tonight or can we camp on the couch together?—but they operated under a no questions policy. He didn’t ask about her private life, he didn’t have to tell about how he’s actually working with two aliens from some planet called Altea to prepare Earth’s defenses for an invasion that’s due in some eight months.

The blanket still around his shoulders, he stumbled to his room, patting at his pockets for his phone. It had been at twelve percent when he armored up to take on Green. He had not touched it once since then but he would not be surprised if it were already dead.

When he plugged it into the charger next to his bed, he found staring at him a clock reading 3:24—and several notifications from Pidge.

[1:36] Missed Call

[1:41] Can you come get me?

[1:53] Lance please respond

“Shit!” He pressed the call, set the phone to his ear, and pulled the charger’s cord to its limit as he stretched for pants and another pair of shoes. She answered on the third ring. “Shit, Pidge, are you injured?” She had always had her own scrapes when she came home at night, but again, don’t ask, don’t tell, don’t mention that you kind of adore getting to help her bandage up, but god if she was really hurt this time—

“I’m at the parking garage on Olkarion Avenue.”

Lance held the phone between his ear and shoulder to tie his sneakers. Two blocks from the apartment. She didn’t have a vehicle, always using public transportation, that Lance knew of. What the hell was she doing there? Was she mugged? Don’t ask, don’t tell. “I’m coming. My phone’s at—” He freed a hand to look at it. “—two percent. It died and I just got it to a charger, I’m so sorry. I have to leave it, be watching for me, okay?”

“Okay.”

He couldn’t hang up. Fortunately, she did, and then with only his keys he ran out the door and down the stairs. His thigh began to burn all over again, irritated at the movement, but still he sprinted all the way to Olkarion Avenue. When he slowed to look for her, the world was spinning, and he had to hold onto the ticket dispenser for the garage to keep from toppling. He would have missed her, tucked away in the shadows between the cement wall and a trashcan just beyond the exit, if she had not called his name.

When her hand dipped into the light to grab at the rim of the trashcan, he saw the muscles in her arm strain as she failed to pull herself up. In another moment, he was at her side, dipping his shoulder under hers to pull her up. But as their sides pressed into each other, she yelped and lurched away from him, slamming her right shoulder into the wall of the garage. Her shout echoed in the vast parking lot as she grabbed at the shoulder, curling back into herself on the ground.

Helpless, Lance spared a glance around the garage, to assure no one was around, then knelt in front of her. “How can I help? What’s wrong with your shoulder?”

She was back in the shadows, but he could still see, could still feel, her grimace. “I may have had to pop it back into place.”

“What—” Don’t ask, don’t tell. “—the hell. Do you need a doctor?”

“No,” she stated, too firmly. “Let’s just go home.”

Pidge still could not stand on her own, but holding her up without some pressure on one of the pained areas was near impossible. It was concentrated in two places: her right shoulder, and her left side around her ribcage. Her legs were sore but fine, so after he pulled her to her feet she could walk with just holding on to him for support, seething at any disturbance to the wounds. As they stepped into the light, Lance saw her green shirt sticking to the hurt on her side by spots of blood.

The stairs were the hardest; she was rasping curses by the time they made it to their door. Pidge was the one who shut and locked it behind them, an action Lance had forgotten in lieu of trying to get her to the bathroom. He felt his mouth going dry. Sure, it was only two blocks to walk, but she could have called an Uber or something, but she had stayed hidden from public transportation, and now she was locking the door, as if someone was following her, and—

With him spaced, she tried to walk to the bathroom alone, though winced and nearly fell. Lance caught her arm, let her hold onto him as they crossed the apartment. He seated her on the covered toilet, then pulled out the first-aid kit. His face burned as he remembered wanting her to come home and patch him up earlier, like blood and bandages were just a mode of his one-sided flirtation.

By the time he set the kit on the corner of the counter, she had pulled her shirt up to show the wound on her side. The bruise covered a large circle, from the bottom of her ribcage up to her sports bra. The cut itself was small, and not nearly so bad as the blood on her shirt had made it seem. Not deep, just a shallow scrape that ripped off some of the skin.

Lance was no expert in injuries. A few months ago, he had been even worse. But three months of being a paladin, he had learned what an impact against armor looked like. He swallowed thickly. “Okay. Okay. Does it hurt to breathe?”

“Kind of.”

Her shaky breaths that she did not let get too deep meant that it was probably more than kind of. She was gripping the toilet paper roll, distorting it in her hand like a stress ball.

Lance looked across her ribs, where he was becoming more and more confident something had smashed against a chest plate. And he hated that he might know what it was and loved that he was not allowed to ask. “Doesn’t look broken or warped. May I?”

When she nodded, he ghosted his fingers across ridged skin. She held her breath the entire time, grimacing only when his fingers trailed over the sticky cut. “Doesn’t feel broken either. Not that I’m an expert, it just, seems like a normal ribcage. Probably just bruised. I can’t wrap it, but we’ll get it cleaned up, okay?”

She squeezed the toilet paper tighter, but nodded. “Yeah, sure, fine.”

Though Pidge grimaced as the antiseptic dotted over the cut, she didn’t make a sound. Sure, she had much worse pains to focus on, but in her silent pain Lance only saw Green’s body stopped mid-motion by Lance’s shot, jerking and collapsing silently as if already blacked out from shock or pain, and Keith hadn’t even smashed their rib cage with his sword yet. As he pressed the bandage over the cut, lightly pressing the sticky part down on her bruises, his eyes went to her shoulder, to the edge of purple skin sticking out under her collar.

It wasn’t me. It wasn’t me.

Of course it wasn’t. The injury to her side could easily be explained by running into a lamppost or something, same with her shoulder. Pidge maybe had issues with authority, and dabbled in conspiracy theories, but same for everyone else their age. She was a genius, but he had absolutely no reason to believe she would want to work with the Galra or break into the Garrison.

He had no reason to believe she wouldn’t want to do those things either. It struck him with nausea that he didn’t really know his roommate at all.

He put the bandage and antiseptic back in the kit, put his hand on the top, about to close it, but waited. “O-Okay.” He winced at his own stutter. “Can I look at your shoulder too?”

She was already pulling her shirt back down. “Skin didn’t break.”

“You dislocated it, Pidge.”

“I didn’t do anything.” A near confirmation that she earned this in a fight. God he wished she hadn’t said that. “I’ll lift my arms, you pull it off.”

He said he wanted to see her shoulder, but he didn’t actually want to, and hesitated to grab the hem of the tee when she lifted her arms. Her right arm could not get as high as the left. In her pain, she gave him a tense look to hurry the fuck up. He did, taking the hem, lifting her shirt but hesitating when the first of the bruise came into sight on her collar. His stomach flipped. He pulled it the rest of the way before Pidge could complain.

No puncture, just a round splotch of purple and blue and yellow on her shoulder and collar, all emanating from the precise spot he had been aiming.

“Christ, Pidge,” he breathed. “I’ll... I’ll get you one, a shirt, get you a shirt, without blood on it.”

He had not even examined it, a fact that made Pidge squint at him. “Okay… Can you get one that buttons in the front? I don’t want to try lifting my arms again, that hurt like hell.”

“Sure.” His voice sounded distant even to him. He swallowed down bile as he drifted from the bathroom, across the hall into his own room. He dropped the shirt on the floor. Folded himself at the foot of his bed. The world was wrong, like reality had shifted over three feet and nothing he touched was right anymore and his roommate wasn’t his roommate.

Not an hour ago he had been on the verge of passing out from exhaustion, but now the adrenaline had him shaking in a nervous high that he wasn’t sure he could ever come down from. Still twisted on the floor, he stretched his gangly arm to the bedside table. He managed to curl one finger around the cord and pulled the charging phone into his hand. Open the contacts. Find Keith. His finger hovered above the symbol of the little green phone.

Time was as unreal as the apartment they shared. He could never tell how much had passed when he heard her voice. “Lance? You okay?”

He locked the phone on Keith’s contact, yanked it off the charger, and shoved it into his pocket as he stood. “Yeah, one sec.” He stopped in the door of his room, remembered his mission, and returned to his closet. He grabbed the first buttoned shirt he could find, a blue and black plaid thing that was pretending to be flannel. By the time he made it back to the bathroom, the world had stabilized, and yet all had an almost fuzzy, numb aspect to it, and Pidge seemed too far away for him to actually give her the shirt as he passed it into her hand.

Wary of her shoulder, she put her arms in the sleeve, and then with only one hand buttoned the shirt. The process would be slow just from buttons’ known stubbornness versus one unaccustomed human hand, but crawled as she kept looking up to where he occupied the doorway, her expression growing in suspicion with each glance. “You’re acting weird.”

“I’m no medic,” he said, the diversion smooth across unfeeling lips. “You’re probably going to lose an arm or something.”

“It hurt so bad at first I thought it got blown off.” She grinned, mischievous, as if her sincere statement were something hilarious. Lance didn’t laugh. “If it falls off, I can just make a prosthetic.” When even that failed to get a reaction, her lips twisted, sour at the defeat, and she kept her eyes down to finish buttoning the shirt. “Anyway, want to watch Legendary Defender?”

He offered her a hand and she took it. Once she was situated on the couch he fixed ice packs for her ribs and shoulders. Legendary Defender played. He missed all of it. Pidge took over an hour to nod off, kept awake by sharp pain whenever she began to breathe too deeply. The sky was already colored by the time he was sure she was asleep, her head tilted back into the couch cushions and mouth hung open. He whispered her name. With no response, he stood, walked into the kitchen, and propped himself on the counter. Keith’s contact was still up when he pulled out his phone.

“Hello?” The great Red Paladin’s voice was groggy and more than a little irritated. Normally, Lance expected, Keith would be up with the sun, but he was probably trying to sleep off the attack from the night before. Lance wasn’t sure if he should feel guilty or not about waking him.

“Hey, it’s… it’s about Green.”

Something crackled on the other side, sheets shifting as Keith sat up and the sleep left his voice. “You have a lead?”

“I just wanted to say… I’m sorry for letting them get away.”

A pause, then Keith sighed, dispelling any heightened emotion he had in that breath to address Lance with a still voice. “It’s not your fault. The guy’s good at what he does. I’m honestly impressed you’ve been able to face him alone this far. We’ll get him next time.”

“Yeah.”

Keith hung up. Lance set the phone on the counter and watched the felon on the couch breathe as the first blue light fell across her face.

[boba-beom]

Hi~! I haven't watched/read the girl on the train. It's more of a mystery/thriller kind of story, right? I think I always prefer movies to books when it's a romantic story without anything big to imagine, and when it's a fantasy/magical/dystopian story, I usually prefer the movie if it's done well (but if they change the story line, then not so much). For example, in terms of The Maze Runner, Shadow & Bone, Harry Potter, I prefer the movie, but City of Bones and Divergent, I prefer the books.

I was so sad to see Kai being pissed because you know someone's done TXT dirty if he's pissed. I totally agree! It's such a good feeling! Speaking of which, when did you get into kpop? Did you have ult groups before TXT? I feel you though. Kpop groups barely come to my country, and even if they do, tickets are sold out before I can get one for myself. 😭I actually spent a semester in the UK last year, I was hoping to see my fav UK band (The Vamps), but then I didn't manage to because of Covid.😭

I've been to a Day6 concert in Berlin, but that's the only kpop concert I've been to. Sadly, not many international acts come here, and I don't really listen to local music, but hopefully, once the situation gets better, I get the chance to travel or have a mini trip to a different country because of a concert like I did with Day6. *-* But I love orchestra concerts and theatre plays, musicals. Do you like them? *-* Yeah, I'm planning on visiting a Christmas market as well, and going home. 🥰

Going to a Christmas market and lighting scented candles, drinking cinnamon-apple-winter spices tea are my Christmas time traditions because I'm trying to get myself into the spirit, and it's working so far. *-* Aww I'm so glad you'll be able to have a different new year's eve this year! I always spend it with my close family, we play board games until midnight, have something to drink and eat, and just watch a movie or spend the day together, so I can't wait. *-* Hope you're taking care! 🥰 -❄️

HI SECRET MOA!!! I'm so sorry this is so late fgnek

I agree with the romance and the fantasy and magical genres as movies, I feel like I'm easily fascinated by the cinematography and the whole lot, plus I know that when reading we can literally imagine it all in our heads, but I do enjoy some good aesthetically pleasing movies!! however, I haven't read the city of bones but I did try watching the movie, but personally, it didn't hit the same as shadowhunters, which I loved with my whole heart. I think because it was a series and I'm more into series than movies these days, but it may also have been because I loved each of the characters and just the anticipation of waiting for the next episode to be released! I remember me and my sister finished season 1 and loved it, but we had to wait for season 2 and then plenty of months later, we forgot about it entirely and stumbled upon it again on netflix hehe and we had season 2 and 3 to binge watch 😌

I actually got into kpop around 2014/2015! one of my friends introduced me to bts and the first song I listened to was war of harmones. at first I honestly didn't know how to feel about it because I just left my one direction and lowkey ' emo phase' fjngekj I think I was listening to a lot of avril lavigne, pierce the veil and sleeping with sirens so kpop was all so new to me🧍‍♀but I got into them pretty quickly actually, I started listening to big bang, vixx and I think a few exo songs too. I started stanning bts properly just in time for their the most beautiful moments in life comeback andI guess that's also when I knew I'm in this kpop shii for life HAHHAHA when did you get into kpop? (I'm sorry if I've asked you this before!)

but yoo!!! where abouts in the uk did you stay? (if that's okay) I find that so intriguing when people say they've come here to visit, I still get very much intrigued when I meet fellow british moas too hehe but covid sucks a*s :(( I'm sorry you didn't get to see the vamps. fun fact actually, the vamps were also my favourite group growing up, second after one direction LMAO but I feel like I was more of a vampette than a directioner ^^ and I can't believe you've gone to see day6 as well 😭 my sister's been trying to get me into them for the longest time, but I really like their songs esp you were beautiful like it breaks my heart, but I love it:(( it's truly amazing how you travel to see these artists!! but it's definitely worth it for sure, I would if I could hehe

ngl I haven't been to an orchestra concert or theatre plays since I was still in high school, and I think the last thing I went to see was les miserables as a trip with my music class! I've seen plenty of others like annie and the wind in the willows when I was around 10/11 yrs old!

I hope you go home safely when you do!! I'm so excited to go to the christmas market :'D our christmas market had been cancelled for 2 years because of covid and I'm just happy that I get to go there again but this time with my friends :> I think that's such a cute way to get into the christmas spirit 🥺 I just really get the cheesy sausages and the churros at the christmas market hehe, but I also admire the lights and decoration in the city centre, so that's another thing! and that sounds so chill and exciting hehe, we usually stay up waaay past midnight, sometimes until 4am just because our family friends haven't seen each other for so long and we just spend more time with each other and catching up and talking about random things here and there hehe

it was nice hearing from you again secret moa! take care also and talk to you soon~

[charity-angel]

Brothers (4/?)

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It took Padmé a month to get back to him.

“Master Jedi,” she said. Her words were formal but her tone warm. It was early morning there: her hair was done, but her face was still unmade.

“Your majesty,” Obi-Wan replied, keeping his face straight and his voice even. “How are you?”

“I am well, thank you, and my planet is rebuilding. And you? How are you and your fellow saviours of Naboo?”

He sat heavily in the desk chair, and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Master Qui-Gon is recovering slowly. He’s not on his feet yet, but he can sit up without assistance, and he stays awake for six consecutive hours now. And Anakin… He’s adjusting. He’s catching up, but he’s frustrated. He wants to be like everyone else – to be able to keep up with the initiates and other padawans.”

Padmé clasped her hands and leaned forwards, toward the holo pick-up. “He will catch up, won’t he?”

“Oh yes,” Obi-Wan assured her. “He learns quickly. But it’s not fast enough for his own expectations, and I wonder…”

“What?”

“I wonder if he would be better off with someone else fostering him,” he confessed. “An actual master. I’m…” He tugged on his braid. “I’m still a padawan.”

“That, Master Jedi, is a technicality,” Padmé pointed out. “You and I both know that you are not ‘still’ anything. You’re just a new parent. My mother told horror stories to put my sister and I off having children – we were horrific little shits, and we didn’t have the excuse of Anakin’s start in life. You’ll adapt. It will get easier. And if you Jedi have a manual for raising padawans, it won’t cover everything. It won’t even be close, or so my mother assures me. I’m sure you’re doing just fine.”

He laughed weakly. “Master Qui-Gon said something similar. That he’s pretty sure that any master would find Anakin a challenging padawan because of his background – probably more so, because at least I have Anakin’s trust.”

Padmé smiled beatifically at him. “You see. If he still trusts you after a month, you’re clearly not doing too bad a job. And I have some news that is guaranteed to cheer him up.”

“Really?” Obi-Wan suddenly straightened, which made Padmé laugh at him. “What?”

“His mother arrived here late last night. She is safe and well, if not somewhat baffled by her change in fortune.”

“That is truly excellent news,” Obi-Wan said. “I’ll let Anakin know when he returns from his classes. Would it be possible for me to comm you in…” he glanced at the chrono “… two and a half hours?”

Padmé gave a serene smile. “For this, anything is possible. I suppose, however, it would be too disruptive to pull Anakin out of school for a visit here?”

Obi-Wan pulled a face. “It… That, and I don’t want to leave Qui-Gon. He’s improving, but…”

“It is just as well that I have arranged a state visit to Coruscant for next week then,” she informed him, dropping into those slightly more formal tones that were laced with teasing. “Our new senator is due to take up his post, and it would be prudent for me to visit our new Chancellor too. After all, I have not formally congratulated him on his office, and he is Naboo. It seems impolite for such an oversight to continue further.”

“Yes,” Obi-Wan said, making his face go bland, like Qui-Gon did when he was negotiating. “That would be a dreadful breach of etiquette. Would Miss Skywalker be part of your retinue?”

“If she so wishes,” Padmé said. “I will not force her, although I suspect she will be there with me, one way or another. I do suspect that she will entirely hate being my honoured guest: that would bring far too much attention to her.”

Obi-Wan had never met Shmi Skywalker, but he imagined that Padmé was right – having spent a lifetime in slavery, having to give up food so that her son could eat, suddenly being elevated to the ‘honoured guest’ of the Queen of Naboo would be a bit overwhelming.

“I am certain you will find a way,” he said. “Anakin will be so pleased to see her. He misses her.”

She sighed. “I know how he feels. My position demands a lot of me; I haven’t seen my parents or my sister for months. I talked to them just after the battle, to make sure they were okay, but…”

“I often felt like that when Master Qui-Gon and I were on an extended mission – we would be away from the Temple for months, and I wouldn’t hear from my friends. Even when we got back, there was the possibility that they would be away themselves. I didn’t see Garen for a year when we were seventeen, and we only managed to communicate in the occasional vid message. Master Qui-Gon used to nag at me to hurry up whenever we were rushing out and I needed to leave a message, then he would tell me that he used to do the same when he was a padawan, because friends are worth making time for. I imagine that family are the same.”

Padmé’s expression flickered to something Obi-Wan was familiar with – the confused/horrified/pitying realisation of one outside the Order that Jedi didn’t have families of their own – and then to a soft smile.

“Your wisdom cannot be faulted, Master Jedi,” she told him, the shining of her eyes apparent even in the holo. “I should make time for my family, even if it is just messages. They have always been there for me, and will continue to be once my tenure as queen is over.”

“Indeed, your majesty.”

Padmé laughed and reached forward, her hand making a peculiar flicking motion. Oh! She had tried to nudge his holographic self!

“And you say you’re ‘just a padawan’, oh wise one,” she scolded him, giggling.

Obi-Wan gave in to a chuckle. “And you, your majesty, just tried to nudge a hologram.”

She made a little noise of distress. “I was hoping you hadn’t noticed that.”

“My silence is yours, my friend.”

Padmé straightened her face admirably. “Naboo thanks you for it.”

.oOo.

Anakin, predictably, was extremely excited by the fact that his mother was free, and spent a long time talking to her, telling her how he was spending his time at the Temple, how much he had learned. Obi-Wan slipped out after five minutes to fetch his and Anakin’s lunches, realising that this was going to take some time.

Anakin was still in full flow when he returned.

“…but it’s okay, because Obi-Wan is taking care of me and he’s a totally awesome big brother.”

He stepped back and composed himself. He thought of Anakin as his brother, as much as he understood the concept – as much as any Jedi did – but he didn’t realise that it was reciprocated.

Although the slightly insane edge had been taken off, he was still smiling as he put a sandwich and some milk down in front of Anakin.

“… all kinds of things. I can read Aurebesh loads better, and I can find tons of planets on the galactic map. Thanks, Obi-Wan.” He picked up the sandwich and took a huge bite.

“Oh, Mom, this is Obi-Wan…” he began, before being simultaneously scolded by his mother and Obi-Wan, who then exchanged rueful glances.

Shmi Skywalker was not what he had expected at all: given Qui-Gon’s claims that Anakin was the mythical Chosen One, fathered by the Force alone, he had expected Anakin to essentially be a young (male) clone of his mother, but he was anything but. They must have made an extremely striking pair together.

(Honestly, it lent credence to Obi-Wan’s alternative theory, that Anakin was just freakishly Force sensitive – not only did he and his mother look nothing alike, but no-one had been able to explain how a woman gave birth to a son without a father. A daughter might have been believable, but plucking a Y chromosome out of thin air was pushing incredulity, even for the Force.)

She was giving him an embarrassed, exasperated kind of smile. “I apologise for my son,” she said. “I swear I raised him with better manners than that.”

Obi-Wan inclined his head, stifling a smile. “He had not yet embarrassed you in public, Ms Skywalker.”

Shmi looked startled by something, but covered it swiftly. “I shall thank the Force for small mercies. My name is Shmi, Master Jedi.”

“I am but a padawan learner, Shmi,” Obi-Wan corrected, “the same as your son. My name is Obi-Wan.”

Anakin swallowed swiftly. “You’re only a padawan because you’re refusing to be knighted,” he piped up. “Everyone knows it.”

There was laughter in the background at the Naboo end, and Shmi covered her mouth to hide her smile.

“He’s right,” Padmé’s voice said, from a distance. She was clearly sitting out of range of the pickup for the holocam, but close enough to have heard Anakin’s proclamation. “Obi-Wan is technically a Jedi Knight, if not yet officially.”

Shmi snickered. “I should scold Anakin, but if he is right then… I always taught him to be truthful whenever it was safe.”

Obi-Wan was in too good a mood to let the fact they were ganging up on him rattle him. “My master will knight me when he capable of standing on his own two feet for long enough to complete the ceremony,” he informed them serenely. “Until then, he can revel in the fact that he is rebelling against the Council by having more than one Padawan simultaneously.”

.oOo.

That afternoon’s practice went surprisingly well, all things considered. Obi-Wan had assumed that Anakin would be distracted by thoughts of his mother, but instead he seemed more settled. He was excited about the idea of seeing her, certainly, but there was a kind of quietude that had been lacking. Meditation went like a dream, and their sparring session went so well that Obi-Wan ended up having to throw in some Ataru moves to keep Anakin on his toes. That in itself just made Anakin blink and adapt.

“That was excellent, Anakin,” Obi-Wan said at the end, when he stopped cheating and let Anakin beat him fair and square. “I think tomorrow we should start looking at some other forms.”

“Can we do Ataru, like you and Master Qui-Gon use?” Anakin asked, beaming as he towelled the sweat from his back.

Obi-Wan considered it. “Normally one studies Makashi after mastering Shii-Cho, but I will ask Master Qui-Gon if we can skip it. I honestly doubt it would suit you anyway.”

Anakin was clearly pleased, but he wasn’t smug about his achievements today, nor did he ask about a trip to Ilum, as Obi-Wan had been convinced he would. All in all, he was shockingly relaxed.

“Mom’s safe,” Anakin said, out of the blue as they were preparing to go to evening meal, back in their quarters. His shrewd eyes were studying Obi-Wan carefully – a slightly disconcerting expression on his young brother padawan. “I know she’s with Padmé, not back on Tatooine.”

He left it at that, leaving Obi-Wan confused and pondering over it. He resolved to speak to Qui-Gon about it once Ani was asleep.

Unfortunately, because he excited himself all over again telling Qui-Gon about the good news, it took a long time for Anakin to settle, and Qui-Gon had dozed off by the time Obi-Wan was able to return to the Halls. He roused before Obi-Wan could tiptoe away.

“Get your rest, Master,” he said softly from the doorway as Qui-Gon blinked sleepily at the bright light in his room.

Qui-Gon gave him a rueful look. “It looks like I probably should while I have the chance.”

Obi-Wan crossed the small room and slumped into the seat with a loud sigh.

“He had been somewhat excitable this afternoon,” he admitted. “Although he was much more calm earlier, while we were training. It’s almost like he stopped trying to spar, and just listened to the Force.”

Qui-Gon’s moustache twitched; a sure-fire sign that he was trying not to laugh. Obi-Wan wished he had the energy left to appreciate the joke.

“Oh, I know: ‘Do or do not’. I’ve never seen such a stark example of it.

“He suggested that it’s to do with his mother,” he added, deciding that he was going to bother his master with this after all. “Because he knows she’s free. Do you think that perhaps he was pushing himself so hard so that he would be able to return to Tatooine? To rescue his mother?”

Qui-Gon gave him a calculating look.

“Wouldn’t you?” he asked after a short pause. “If I were stuck there, trapped?”

“I…” Obi-Wan stopped and considered it carefully, rather than giving the dutiful response about obeying the rule of the Council. Then something occurred to him; a nudge from the depths of his memory.

“I did exactly that, eleven years ago.”

“You did indeed. And I am still extremely grateful.”

Obi-Wan nodded, feeling more at ease now with the situation. “Yes, I understand. I felt much better once you were home safely.”

“Anakin is just more exuberant in his relief than you are,” Qui-Gon said, smiling outright now.

“Speaking of exuberance,” Obi-Wan said, “do I have your permission to begin training Ani in Ataru? I think he is better suited to it than Makashi.”

Qui-Gon stroked his beard thoughtfully. “I can’t see why not. If he has a sufficient grasp of Shii-Cho to defeat you, then he is more than ready to move on. And I agree that he seems ill-suited to a discipline as conservative as Makashi.”

He sighed deeply. “At this rate, I will have little to do by the time I am free of this infernal place.”

Obi-Wan gave him a stern look. “You could have seen a mind healer about your experiences on Simpla-12.”

Qui-Gon waved a dismissive hand. “We were always too busy for that.”

“You’re not too busy now,” Obi-Wan pointed out. “How many holodramas can you watch without seriously endangering your mental health?”

Qui-Gon’s expression tightened, almost slightly fearful. “I made a mistake and watched a couple of those serials that the broadcast networks show during the day.”

“Oh dear.”

“I have read instead,” Qui-Gon said. “Did you know that there have been novels published about the Jedi Order? They’re wildly inaccurate and all the more entertaining for it.”

Obi-Wan smothered a grin. “I think I know the ones you mean. Garen likes to read the most ridiculous sections aloud. The tragic thing is that he has read every single novel from start to finish: apparently the stories themselves are entertaining.”

“They’re reasonable,” Qui-Gon allowed. “I think some of our mission reports would be more compelling through.”

Now there was an amusing idea. “Perhaps you should write some of the less politically sensitive ones into a format that would appeal to the masses? That would certainly occupy your time.”

Qui-Gon swatted at him, laughing.

“While I do get a certain amount of pleasure from irritating the Council, I have no desire to incite them to actually throw me out of the Order.”

Obi-Wan smirked. “Also, you’re an appalling writer,” he pointed out. “You gave me the job of writing the reports eleven years ago.”

“Oh, that’s because your reports make the Council twitch. Occasionally I feel sorry for whoever has to read them.”

Obi-Wan knew this. He was well aware that the Council, while initially glad that Qui-Gon had ceded that particular responsibility to his padawan, it was a short-lived feeling. Obi-Wan gained a certain perverse pleasure in writing incredibly verbose, in-depth reports in the full knowledge that someone on the Council had to read the whole thing.

“Mandalore was a fun one to submit.” Obi-Wan met Qui-Gon’s eyes, and they both sniggered at the memory of Obi-Wan dropping a thick, filthy book of actual paper leaves into Master Windu’s unsuspecting hands, and Master Yoda’s cackled reassurance that they would not be asked to submit a formal digital report considering how long they had been gone for, and the lengths that Obi-Wan had clearly gone to in order to provide them with any documentation of their year-long absence from the Temple.

It wasn’t the first report that Obi-Wan had submitted with certain, potentially salient pieces of information missing, but it was the one and only time he had done to protect himself. It wasn’t just himself, though: Satine would have been mightily unimpressed had he included absolutely everything that had happened. And, had that information gotten out, it would significantly hamper her efforts to bring peace to her world.

New Apsolon had been the first. Obi-Wan had realised that perhaps it wasn’t in Qui-Gon’s best interests for Obi-Wan to disclose exactly what he suspected. Master Windu knew that there were things missing or glossed over (having been there himself for the latter half of the mission), but he never questioned it. Perhaps he too had decided that there was little point dredging up things like that when one half of the potential couple had perished.

“I read that one,” Qui-Gon admitted, bringing Obi-Wan back to the present. “It got scanned into the archives. It was certainly a different style to your usual.”

Obi-Wan shrugged. “It had to be. But just think, once you’re back in the field, you’ll have to write all your own reports again.”

Qui-Gon grinned. “Maybe I’ll get you to train Anakin to do it.”

Obi-Wan wagged a finger at him, but it was somewhat lacking in energy. “He’s got other things to be learning right now. Written methods of torturing the Council can wait. Especially since we really need to keep them on side right now about him.”

“Good point,” Qui-Gon conceded. “Maybe I’ll just have to go back to having everyone sigh at mine instead.”

“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan said, summoning the energy to rise from the seat. Keeping up with Anakin was catching up with him, and he felt almost as tired as Qui-Gon looked. “I’ll see you in the morning. Behave yourself.”

[Part 5]

[girlbetweenryosuke]

“March 14”

[ello so this is kind of set in 2016, a year after Yamada wrote “March 14 Clock” so it’s based off of that song if u need a reference. also btw this is NOTHING BUT FLUFF so if u into that shii then i gotchu fam] 

“It has been a bumpy ride for both us this past year. Each day gave us a challenge to test our love and an opportunity to let it grow even greater. There were times where we didn’t see each other at all, but our image of each other in our heads stood the test of time. During these past 5 years, you treated me with such good care and gave me your undying love.

Today, I return it to you.”

I presented this song to her on our 4th year anniversary. 4 years was tough for her and I. Having to withstand all the cameras randomly flashing lights at us on a private date. Having to endure immensely private questions about our relationship on live interviews. 

Having to hide how much more we love each other from the public eye. 

“Ryosuke,”, Y/N pulled me out of my thoughts. Her head was laying on my shoulder with my arms wrapped around her body as I drew patterns on her skin with my fingers. I hummed a reply and she looked down. “I have work tomorrow.”, she sighed. “What?”, I was shocked as she slowly pulled away and took my hands in hers but still looking down. “I know it’s our anniversary but, I can’t help it.”

My heart broke at the tone of her voice. I wasn’t the only one disappointed, she was too. “I’m sorry.”, she apologized and looked into my eyes. “It’s okay,”, I smiled and gently cupped her face with my hand and moved it towards me. “We’ll figure it out.” I kissed her forehead and she delightfully smiled. 

The next morning, I woke up to the cold side of the bed. She wasn’t there. I stretched around and made my way into the kitchen where a lovely but simple breakfast was prepared for me with a note.

“I left early so I could hopefully finish work early too. See you tonight, Ryosuke. I love you.”, I read the note and my body was instantly filled with warmth. “God, I love the way she makes me feel.”, I giggled to myself and took a sip from the cup of warm coffee she prepared for me. 

The day was calm, but the night was hectic.

I had overslept for an hour since I was supposed to wake up at 6pm to get ready and make sure I looked presentable for her. But I woke up at 7pm, and I woke up looking like absolute garbage. I couldn’t skip taking a shower so I quickly turned on the shower, forgetting that it wasn’t heated yet, and literally dumped ice-cold water over me. 

After that iced hell, I quickly dried my hair and dressed up. I fed my dog and I was about to go on my way until Y/N texted me.

To: Yamcham

From: Y/N

Hey, I’m sorry, I’ll be late. I’ll be there by 9 :((

I texted her a quick “It’s okay :))” and felt relieved since I had more time to prepare. I properly fixed my tie and my hair while waiting for 8, the time when I was going to drive there. 8pm arrived soon and I headed for the door, not without looking into the mirror and giving myself a little motivating remark:

“She loves me.”, I smirked.

I drove my way to the garden where we had last year’s anniversary. I arrived to see everything set up the way it was like last year. I specifically told them to decorate it like that because I wanted to relive our memories. I sat at the table under the cherry blossom tree and marveled at the beauty of the pastel pink leaves and the flowers that were blooming.

[9:00]

I waited for around 30 minutes, being lit up with excitement for tonight. I watched my phone as the clock struck 9pm and I received a text from Y/N at around 9:30.

To: Yamcham

From: Y/N

Ryosuke, I’m sorry. My manager won’t let me go yet. I still have so much work to do and today’s so hectic. But I’ll be there. I promised you that. I love you.

Disappointment took over me. I waited for an hour in the cold evening with only a candle providing me the slightest hint of heat. Nevertheless, I was still willing to wait. I would wait forever of course. My patience would be used up but my feelings would never change. I would still be waiting here.

[11:00]

I had finished eating dinner ahead since I was getting hungry and I knew she would understand. She had insisted that I eat without her which made the dinner pointless but as long as we were together that night, it’d be perfect. I waited for 30 minutes until I received a call from her.

“Y/N?”, I answered the call. “Ryosuke, I’m so sorry that I’ll be late. I’m on my way right now. I’ll be there tonight. I promise.”, she said with guilt as I heard the sound of cars beeping around which meant that she was really on the road right now. “It’s okay. I’ll be here and drive safe.” I smiled and we hung up. 

[11:57]

“I’m almost there!” she breathlessly shout from the phone as she was running to the venue. I was feeling a bit anxious since we had promised each other each year that we would never miss a single anniversary. And we never did. I just hope that we wouldn’t miss this one.

[11:58]

I sat on the chair waiting impatiently for her to pick up the call but only receiving the voice message option instead. Tears were forming in my eyes but i tilted my head back far just so that they wouldn’t fall. “Don’t fall. Don’t cry. It’s okay. She will come.” I chanted to my self. 

“Ryosuke.” her sweet angelic voice came out from the dark pathway that led to this area. Y/N came out of breath from running with her high heels in one hand and bag in the other. “Y-you came...”, I stood, letting the tears that were about to disappear, appear once more. She dropped the things in her hands and ran to me. She ran into my arms, allowing me to pick her up and wrap her arms and legs around me. “You knew I would.”, she giggled into my neck.

I slowly put her down and kissed her forehead. We both giggled and kept each other in our arms. I then thought to myself as I saw her bright smile, “Now would be the time to keep her with me forever.” and I slowly knelt down on one knee.

[11:59]

“Last year, we promised each other that we would stay together from the start of March 14, to the end of March 14. That we would be looking at the same scenery the whole day, we would be in touch with each other the whole day, and we would show our deepest gratitude towards each other on this day. But I want today to last forever, that there would be more times like this where I am with you. So...”, I hung off my words and tears rolled down my cheeks and hers as I reached and pulled out a velvet box. I opened the box and our tears started streaming down rapidly.

“Will you marry me?”

“Of course.”

I quickly stood up and kissed her on the lips. Our arms were wrapped around each other and our lips grew into smiles as we realized that today will not be the only day to be like this. Everyday would be a March 14. 

Everyday, we would be together.

Let’s spend the time together forever. Our love like these letters engraved in time. Slowly, as our hands nestle close to each other,  Carve our love that day we vowed to never let go of each other. Next year, on this very same day, let's be together.

x

[theherowrites]

Hi! I'm that anon who asked for a summary ^^ thanks for replying and all the translations. I will read the manga but can you still give me the spoilers please?

Very well then, you have been warned!

Sorry for the late reply, it turns out I’m terrible at being concise. >> I tried cutting/shortening a lot of parts and it still turned out this long…

And since it got this long, I decided to only do as far as the end of Part 2 because that’s where Part 1 (the anime) and Part 2 form the most cohesive story. Parts 3-4 are more like further backstory but they’re not as strongly connected. If you’d like the summaries for Parts 3-4 too, please let me know.

This is assuming you left off right where the anime ended.

And goes without saying for everyone else, Senyuu spoilers!!!

Part 1

The anime left out a few characters near the end of the anime, but they’re pretty important to part 2. Mainly the introduction of two demons, August (the one who attacked Rudolf), and Neun September, a demon who looks like a young boy and has magic that allows him to manipulate people like puppets.

Part 2

A year after Ros disappeared, Alba, who’s been training the whole time, is traveling around with Ruki on the king’s orders to exterminate monsters, but really they’re looking for a way to save Ros. After saving another hero-soldier pair, they meet up with Alles and Hime and go back to the castle to make a report. Rudolf and Mii-chan go to meet up with Alba as well, and on the way bump into Foyfoy, who’s been working at the castle for the past year as a butler because the salary was better than being a hero.

Abruptly, Foyfoy slashes Rudolf and sets off an explosion, startling everyone in the castle. Hime-chan is the first one to find Foyfoy in the treasure room. She confesses her love in an attempt to stop him, and when that fails, tries to fight him in her armor, but loses in the end.

A day or so later, to cheer Hime-chan up, Alles organizes a soccer match. Ruki runs after a stray ball and bumps into Neun September, who’s here to kill her, but she’s saved by Samejima. In a flashback, it’s revealed what happened to Ruki’s parents, the second Rchimedes and her mother Honey. The Demon Lord castle was invaded by Dezember’s group, who wanted to revive the first Rchimedes. Rchi2 almost defeats them all but is tricked by Elf November, who transformed into Honey. Honey leaves Ruki, Honey leaves Ruki, telling her that she’s the new Demon Lord now, and attempts to seal everyone, herself and her husband included, with Creasion’s sealing magic. But Elf, having transformed into Rchi2 and using the power of the gates, allowed Dezember’s group to escape, bringing along Rchi2′s unconscious body in the process. What happened to Honey is unknown.

Back in the present, while everyone at the castle has now heard the commotion and Alba goes to find Ruki, Neun reveals that he’s been using Ruki’s father’s body as a puppet to carry out their (Dezember’s group) plans to revive the first Rchimedes. After a brief battle where Neun is almost defeated and we get a fake-out ending of Part 2 being over, one of Dezember’s cores shows up to rescue him. In a last ditch attempt, Neun uses Rchi2′s body to open up a huge gate, and Alba abruptly finds himself alone in a forest he doesn’t recognize.

Realizing just how far he’s been teleported by the number of cracked ribs he has, Alba wanders and bumps into a cow and an old man, who allow him to stay the night in Creasionland, a town called Originia which Alba realizes is Ros’s birthplace. It turns out the old man has a magic that allows him to show people dreams of the past, and he allows Alba to see Originia’s past.

In the dream, Alba witnesses the daily interactions of a boy who looks like Ros and is called Shii-tan by his brown-haired, blue-eyed best friend and his father. To Alba’s surprise, the brown-haired boy is the one referred to as Ros, and the father’s name is Rchimedes. Rchimedes asks the brown-haired boy and Ros (Alba’s Ros) to go on an errand to find something. Once they arrive, Rchimedes abruptly stabs the brown-haired boy and calls his son by his name, “Sion”, stating that they’ve helped him complete magic. Sion attempts to attack Rchimedes with a knife, but can’t bring himself to do it, and Rchimedes blows half his body to bits, then wanders off to destroy a village. Staring in horror at the scene, Alba wonders who “soldier Ros” and “Hero Creasion” really was. Meanwhile, the brown-haired boy wakes up, with a certain mark on his left arm.

The brown-haired boy feels magic flowing in him, and decides to use it. Cut to a scene of Sion waking up, confused as to what happened but with his body intact. There is a strange mark on his left arm. He hears an explosion and goes to it, to find his father’s body lifeless and his brown-haired friend who looks at him with red eyes and calls him “Sion” instead of Shii-tan. Sion realizes that his father has taken over his friend’s body and resolves to kill him, but Rchimedes reveals that his friend, Crea, is still alive. Stunned, Sion can only ask Rchimedes what he means, and Rchimedes tells him farewell.

Alba wakes up at the end of the dream, realizing the reason for which Ros couldn’t kill the Demon Lord a year ago. Ruki and Janua suddenly arrive in Originia, having been searching for Albal, and while Alba and Ruki are talking, Janua is suddenly proposed to by the cow. Samejima arrives, and after some stuff happens, there’s suddenly the Demon World’s Strongest tournament in which Janua will defend his honor or something. It’s just as random in the manga, don’t worry. Janua beats the cow, and Alba reflects on the many different types of magic he saw, wondering if there’s a magic that can take out people’s souls.

The scene suddenly cuts to Ros in the dimensional rift, at the same exact moment he was sealing Rchimedes and Elf interrupted him. After a brief battle, Ros is kicked out of the dimensional rift without his magic. Absolutely coincidentally, he’s near the tournament site. Meanwhile, Rchimedes and Elf have an exchange, which leads to Rchimedes being kicked out too.

Very long story short, Alba and Ros reunite, but since they’re in the Demon World, Alba is thrown in prison for being a hero. Ros and Ruki (and Janua) wander around and bump into Rchimedes. Meanwhile, Alba is rescued by Guilty Justice. There’s a battle, Dezember arrives, Alba and Guilty Justice show up, Rchimedes escapes, and Alba and Ros decide to go after Rchimedes.

Meanwhile, Hime-chan has found Teufel Diabolos, one of the castle’s laziest butlers, and is looking for Foyfoy. They find him bringing food for a demon named April who has promised to help his sister, who’s been in a coma. After a series of developments, Foyfoy’s sister is rescued and woken up and Teufel is revealed to have a magic that can take out people’s souls.

Alba, Ros, most the castle group, and some demons meet up to plan a final battle strategy to fight Rchimedes, except almost everyone is immediately defeated. Alba, having stayed behind in the first attack because he didn’t have a sword, finds one and easily takes down most of the demons, much to Ros’s surprise. But Rchimedes appears to suddenly burn him to ashes, enraging Ros and causing him to rush out. Rchimedes reveals that all he’s done is send Alba to the dimensional rift, and even he doesn’t know where.

In the dimensional rift, Alba happens to meet Ruki’s mother, Honey, who was trapped there ever since her sealing magic backfired. She shoves a magic container into Alba’s body, causing him to gain magic and be able to get them both out.

Alba rescues everyone and the plan to have Teufel remove Rchimedes’s soul from his body succeeds. Happy end. Ros buries his father’s soul.

Ros and the newly freed Crea decide to travel around the world, while Alba decides to stay behind since it’s his duty as a hero. (But he just ends up getting thrown in prison because he can’t control his new magic).

The stinger is Elf seemingly digging up Rchimedes’s soul and lighting it up.

Onwards to Part 3!

[malyga]

92 TRUTHS !!!

Sorry for the late qwq @holiwissoygigi WOOP I GOT TAGGED :3

LAST :

Drink : ~~~~Cola ~~~~ Phone call : My boss >_> Text message : “Dinner :O” Last time i cried : yesterday T^T

HAVE YOU EVER : Dated someone : Yeah !¡!¡!¡! Been cheated on : i hope not Kissed someone and regret it:Nope Lost someone special : my granddad Been depressed : the last 3-4 days before that nah  Been drunk and Thrown up : Aye, bit to few times >_>

3 FAVOURITE COLOURS : BLACK AND WHITE :3

IN THE PAST YEAR HAVE YOU :

Made a new friend : Yeahh nWn Fallen out of love: Nooo Laughed until you cried : Haha yes Met someone who changed you : Bigtime  Found out who your true friends » are : Friends LUL, all i got is gaming communities :3  Found out someone talking about » you : Yes, and it was really awkward

GENERAL :

How many people in Tumblr do »»» you know in real life : 2 people :O Do you have any pets? : im horrible i named my cat Pepsi, and i prefer cola >_> Do you wan’t to change your name? : kinda, my name is War and it sounds so wierd when i introduce myself to english people >_>_>_>_>_> What did you do for your last Birthday? : Played games 

What time did you wake up this morning : not yet gone 2 sleep, nier automatica is WAY TOO GOOD What were you doing last night : watching streams and anime :3

Name something you can’t wait for : cant wait for my nintendo switch and play the new Zelda game Kreygasm

Last time you saw your mom : 1 hour ago +-

What is one thing you wish you could change about your life : i have this thing that i find to amusing and allways hurt me in the end but i have allways been dooing it and i have no clue why, i tend to lie people straigth in their face to see how they react, and if they belive it i change the story a tiny bit everytime to see how it affects people >_> im the worst lel Pronouns : YOU

Have you talked with a person named Tom : ayee  What gets on your nerves : distance and people that rage in games ( i do to but shhh) Nicknames : Neet, Phatty (sisters fault for calling me it when i was on ventrillo a few years back and everyone heard and started calling me it, used to it now tho )  Blood type : no clue :3

Status : single since 3-4 days ago >_> kmpls

Zodiac sign : Tauros

Height : 179cm 

Favourite TV show : >_> no idea

High school : DONE 

University : Drop out! Woopsie

Hair colout : brown

Long or Short : short now >_>

Do you have a crush on someone: aye, my ex, but ex be far far away T^T What do you like about yourself : dont know about myself but i love my pc setup :3

Tattos : WAAAAAAAAANT 

Righty or Lefty : Right

FIRSTS :

Surgery : Aye  Piercing : dont dare First best friend : no idea,i tend to push people away if they get to close, dont want anyone finding out about mah hentai blog ;^)))))) and im scared of having to live up to expectations  First sport you joined : Handball >football same day in 1st grade :’) First holidays abroad : probably sweeden First pair of trainers : ?? idk

RIGHT NOW :

Drinking : COLA Listening to : Rion Lee anime cover :3 Im about : to eat pizza and watch anime :3 Get married : i dont do religion Career : IT ENGINEER soon 2 be >_>

HAVE YOU EVER :

Kissed a stranger :Nope Drank hard licor : AYE and i will keep on dooin it :3 Lost glasses / contacts : aye Sex in first date : almost D_D but i ran away  Broken someones heart : maby D: Been arrested : nopee Turned someone down : aye Cried when someone died : plenty of times both in real and in fiction >_> Fallen for a friend : yes WICH IS BETTER :

Hugs or kisses : HUGS (im bad at kissing T^T)  Shorter or Taller :SHORT Older or younger : dont care if they are amazing they can be whatever Romantic or spontaneous: Neither im a shut in Lel Sensitive or Loud :Neither i listen to loud music and never talk :3 Hook up or relantionship : i dont care anymore fuck that  Trouble maker or hesitant: …….. .. a combi ?kinda DO YOU BELIEVE :

In yourself : Not anymore  Miracles : lel nah Love at first sigh : i should say no but it kinda happend atleast first meeting Heaven : Nah dude Santa :LMAO Kissing on a first date : yeah!

Who do i dare to tag >_>  cant just anyone who knows im here do this    but  @shiina-yep u can do this >_>  also anyone who see this shii :3 and have freetime im scared to tagg people im sorry

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1000 Palavras Mais Usadas em Inglês

http://tinyurl.com/kb44wkk A tabela completa está disposta da seguinte forma: # é a posição da palavra na ordem da mais usada (1) até a menos usada (1000), palavra, pronúncia (com áudio) e tradução. Confira:

# Palavra Pronúncia Tradução 1 the dhâ o, a, os, as 2 of âv de 3 to tuu para 4 and énd e 5 a â um, uma 6 in ên em, dentro 7 is ês é 8 it êt este 9 you yuu você 10 that dhét que, aquele 11 he rrii ele 12 was uós era, estava 13 for fór por, para 14 on ón em 15 are ar são, estão 16 with uêdh com 17 as és como, enquanto 18 I ai eu 19 his rrês seu 20 they dhei eles 21 be bii ser, estar 22 at ét em 23 one uân um 24 have rrév ter 25 this dhês este 26 from frâm de 27 or ór ou 28 had rréd tinha 29 by bai por, em 30 hot rrat quente 31 word uâd palavra 32 but bât mas 33 what uót o-que 34 some sâm algum 35 we uii nós 36 can kén pode, lata 37 out aut fora 38 other âdhâr outro 39 were uâr eram, esavam 40 all ól todo 41 there thér lá 42 when uen quando 43 up âp para-cima 44 use iuz usar 45 your yór seu 46 how rráu como, quão 47 said séd disse 48 an én um, uma 49 each iich cada 50 she shii ela 51 which uêtch qual 52 do duu fazer, mesmo 53 their thér seus 54 time taim tempo, hora 55 if êf se 56 will uêl vai, vontade 57 way uei caminho, jeito 58 about âbaut sobre, quase 59 many méni muitos 60 then dhên então 61 them dhêm deles 62 write rait escrever 63 would uôd deveria 64 like laik como, gostar 65 so sôu assim, tão 66 these dhiiz estes 67 her rrâr dela 68 long lóng longo 69 make meik fazer 70 thing thêng coisa 71 see sii ver 72 him rrêm dele 73 two tuu dois, duas 74 has rrés tem 75 look lôk olhar 76 more mór mais 77 day dei dia 78 could côd poderia 79 go gôu ir 80 come câm vir 81 did dêd fez, mesmo 82 number nâmbâr número 83 sound saund som 84 no nou não 85 most moust mais, maior 86 people piipâl pessoas, povo 87 my mai meu 88 over ouvâr sobre, acima-de 89 know nou saber 90 water uóttâr água 91 than dhén que 92 call cól chamar 93 first fârst primeiro 94 who rruu que 95 may mei maio, pode 96 down daun baixo 97 side said lado 98 been bên sido, estado 99 now nau agora 100 find faind encontrar 101 any éni qualquer 102 new nuu novo 103 work uârk trabalho 104 part part parte 105 take teik pegar 106 get ghét ficar 107 place pleis lugar 108 made meid feito 109 live lêv, laiv viver, vivo 110 where uér onde 111 after éftâr após 112 back bék atrás, costas 113 little lêttâl pequeno, pouco 114 only ounli somente 115 round raund redondo, rodada 116 man mén homem 117 year yiir ano 118 came keim chegado 119 show shou mostrar 120 every evri cada 121 good gôd bom 122 me mii me, eu 123 give ghêv dar 124 our ar nosso 125 under ândâr sob 126 name neim nome 127 very véri muito, absoluto 128 through thruu através-de 129 just jâst justo, só 130 form fórm forma, formulário 131 sentence sêntâns sentença 132 great greit ótimo, excelente, grande 133 think thênk pensar 134 say sei dizer 135 help rrêlp ajudar 136 low lou baixo 137 line lain linha, fila 138 differ dêfâr diferir 139 turn târn tornar, vez 140 cause cóz causa 141 much mâtch muito 142 mean miin meio, significar 143 before bêfór antes 144 move muuv movimento 145 right rait direito 146 boy bói garoto 147 old ould velho 148 too tuu também 149 same seim mesmo 150 tell têl contar 151 does dâz faz, mesmo 152 set sêt conjunto, fixar 153 three thrii três 154 want uânt querer 155 air ér ar 156 well uel bem, poço 157 also ólsou também 158 play plei peça, tocar 159 small smól pequeno 160 end ênd fim, finalizar 161 put pôt por 162 home rroum casa 163 read riid ler, lido 164 hand rrénd mão 165 port pórt porto 166 large larj grande 167 spell spêl soletrar, encanto 168 add éd adicionar 169 even iivân mesmo 170 land lénd terra 171 here rriir aqui 172 must mâst dever 173 big bêg grande 174 high rrai alto 175 such sâtch tal 176 follow falou seguir 177 act ékt ato, agir 178 why uai por-que 179 ask ésk pedir, perguntar 180 men mên homens 181 change tcheinj mudar 182 went uent foi 183 light lait leve, luz 184 kind kaind bom, tipo 185 off óf por, desligado 186 need niid precisar 187 house rraus casa 188 picture pêktchâr foto, filme 189 try trai tentar 190 us âs nos 191 again âghein de-novo 192 animal énâmâl animal 193 point point ponto 194 mother mâdhâr mãe 195 world uârld mundo 196 near niir perto 197 build bêld construir 198 self self próprio, ego 199 earth ârth terra 200 father fódhâr pai 201 head rred cabeça 202 stand sténd permanecer, de-pé, banca 203 own oun próprio 204 page peij página 205 should shôd deveria 206 country cântri país 207 found faund encontrado, fundar 208 answer énsâr resposta 209 school skool escola 210 grow grou crescer 211 study stâdi estudo 212 still stêl até, calmo 213 learn lârn aprender 214 plant plént planta, fábrica 215 cover câvâr cobrir 216 food fuud comida 217 sun sân sol 218 four fór quatro 219 between bituiin entre 220 state steit estado 221 keep kiip guardar 222 eye ai olho 223 never nevâr nunca 224 last lést último, durar 225 let let deixar 226 thought thót pensamento, pensado 227 city cêtti cidade 228 tree trii árvore 229 cross crós cruz, cruzar 230 farm farm fazenda 231 hard rrard duro 232 start start começar 233 might mait poder, poderia 234 story stóri estória, andar(prédio) 235 saw só viu, serra 236 far far longe 237 sea sii mar 238 draw dró arrastar, empate 239 left left esquerda, deixado 240 late leit tarde 241 run rân correr 242 don't dount não 243 while uail enquanto 244 press pres pressão, imprensa 245 close clous fechar 246 night nait noite 247 real riil real 248 life laif vida 249 few fiu alguns 250 north nórth norte 251 open oupân aberto 252 seem siim parecer 253 together tâghedhâr juntos 254 next next próximo 255 white uait branco 256 children tchêldrân crianças 257 begin bêghên começar 258 got gat ficado 259 walk uók andar 260 example igzémpâl exemplo 261 ease iiz facilitar 262 paper peipâr papel 263 group grup grupo 264 always óluêz sempre 265 music miuzêk música 266 those dhouz aqueles 267 both bouth ambos 268 mark mark marcar 269 often ófân muitas-vezes 270 letter lettâr letra, carta 271 until ântêl até 272 mile mail milha 273 river rêvâr rio 274 car car carro 275 feet fiit pés 276 care kér cuidado 277 second secând segundo 278 book bôk livro 279 carry kéri carregar 280 took tôk pego 281 science sains ciência 282 eat iit comer 283 room ruum cômodo, quarto 284 friend frend amigo 285 sight sait visão 286 began bêgén começado 287 idea aidiia idéia 288 fish fêsh peixe, pescar 289 mountain mauntân montanha 290 stop stap parar 291 once uâns uma-vez 292 base beis base 293 hear rriir ouvir 294 horse rrórs cavalo 295 cut cât cortar 296 sure shôr certo 297 watch uótch assistir, relógio 298 color câlâr cor, colorir 299 face feis rosto 300 wood uôd madeira 301 main mein principal 302 enough inâf bastante 303 plain plein plano, simples 304 girl gârl garota 305 usual iuzhuâl usual, comum 306 young yâng jovem 307 ready riidi pronto 308 above âbâv acima 309 ever evâr sempre, já 310 red red vermelho 311 list lêst lista 312 though thou apesar-de 313 feel fiiól sentir, sentimendo 314 talk tók conversar 315 bird bârd pássaro 316 soon suun logo 317 body baddi corpo 318 dog dóg cachorro 319 family fémâli família 320 direct dârekt direto 321 pose pouz posição 322 leave liiv deixar 323 song sóng canção 324 measure mejâr medida 325 door dór porta 326 product pradâkt produto 327 black blék negro 328 short shórt curto 329 numeral nuumârâl numeral 330 class clés classe 331 wind uênd vento 332 question quéschân questão, pergunta 333 happen rrépân acontecer 334 complete câmpliit completo 335 ship shêp navio, embarcar 336 area ériiâ área 337 half rréf metade 338 rock rak roque, rocha 339 order órdâr ordem, pedido 340 fire fair fogo, incêndio, despedir 341 south sauth sul 342 problem prablâm problema 343 piece piis peça, pedaço 344 told tould contado 345 knew nuu sabido 346 pass pés passar 347 since sêns desde 348 top tap topo, principal 349 whole rroul inteiro 350 king kêng rei 351 space speis espaço 352 heard rrârd ouvido 353 best best melhor 354 hour aur hora 355 better bettâr melhor 356 true truu verdadeiro 357 during duurêng durante 358 hundred rrândrâd cem 359 five faiv cinco 360 remember rimembâr lembrar 361 step step passo 362 early ârli cedo 363 hold rrould guardar 364 west uest oeste 365 ground graund terra, amolado 366 interest êntrâst interesse, juros 367 reach riitch alcançar 368 fast fést rápido 369 verb vârb verbo 370 sing sêng cantar 371 listen lêssân ouvir 372 six sêks seis 373 table teibâl mesa, tabela 374 travel trévâl viajar 375 less les menos 376 morning mórnên manhã 377 ten ten dez 378 simple sêmpâl simples 379 several sevrâl vários 380 vowel vaul vogal 381 toward tuuard para 382 war uar guerra 383 lay lei deitar, amador 384 against âghenst contra 385 pattern péttârn padrão 386 slow slou devagar 387 center centâr centro 388 love lâv amor, amar 389 person pârsân pessoa 390 money mâni dinheiro 391 serve sârv servir 392 appear âpiir aparecer 393 road roud estrada 394 map mép mapa 395 rain rein chuva 396 rule ruul régua, regra 397 govern gâvârn governar 398 pull pôl puxar 399 cold could frio 400 notice nottâs aviso 401 voice vois voz 402 unit iunât unidade 403 power pauâr poder, força 404 town taun municipal 405 fine fain bom, excelente 406 certain sârtân certo 407 fly flai voar, mosca 408 fall fól cair, queda, outono 409 lead liid levar, chumbo 410 cry crai choro, chorar 411 dark dark escuro 412 machine mâshiin máquina 413 note nout anotar 414 wait ueit esperar 415 plan plén plano 416 figure fêghiâr figura, imaginar 417 star star estrela 418 box baks caixa 419 noun naun substantivo 420 field fiild campo 421 rest rest resto, descanso 422 correct cârekt correto 423 able eibâl capaz 424 pound paund libra 425 done dân feito 426 beauty biutti beleza 427 drive draiv direção, dirigir 428 stood stud permanecido 429 contain cântein conter 430 front frânt frente 431 teach tiitch ensinar 432 week uiik semana 433 final fainâl final 434 gave gheiv dado 435 green griin verde 436 oh ou ó 437 quick quêk rápido 438 develop dêvelâp desenvolver 439 ocean oushân oceano 440 warm uórm quente 441 free frii livre, grátis 442 minute mênât minuto 443 strong stróng forte 444 special speshâl especial 445 mind maind mente, importar-se 446 behind bêrraind atrás 447 clear cliir claro 448 tail teil rabo 449 produce prâdus produção 450 fact fékt fato 451 street striit rua 452 inch êntch polegada 453 multiply mâltâplai multiplicar 454 nothing nâthêng nada 455 course córs curso 456 stay stei ficar 457 wheel uiil roda 458 full fôl cheio 459 force fórs força, forçar 460 blue bluu azul 461 object âbjêkt objeto 462 decide dêsaid decidir 463 surface sârfâs superficie 464 deep diip profundo 465 moon muun lua 466 island ailând ilha 467 foot fuut pé 468 system sêstâm sistema 469 busy bêzi ocupado 470 test test teste 471 record recârd recorde, gravar, registro 472 boat bout barco 473 common camân comum 474 gold gould ouro 475 possible pasâbâl possível 476 plane plein avião 477 stead sted local 478 dry drai seco 479 wonder uândâr admirar 480 laugh léf rir 481 thousand thauzând mil 482 ago âgou atrás 483 ran rén corrido 484 check tchek cheque, checagem 485 game gheim jogo 486 shape sheip forma 487 equate iiqueit equacionar 488 miss mês sentir, senhorita 489 brought brót trazido 490 heat rriit calor 491 snow snou neve 492 tire tair pneu, cansar 493 bring brêng trazer 494 yes yes sim 495 distant dêstânt distante 496 fill fêl encher 497 east iist leste 498 paint peint pintar 499 language lénguêj língua 500 among âmâng entre 501 grand grénd grandioso 502 ball ból bola 503 yet yet ainda, já 504 wave ueiv onda 505 drop drap gota 506 heart rrórt coração 507 am ém sou, estou 508 present prezânt presente 509 heavy rrevi pesado 510 dance déns dança 511 engine enjân motor 512 position pâzêshãn posição 513 arm arm braço 514 wide uaid amplo 515 sail seil vela(navio) 516 material mâtiiriâl material 517 size saiz tamanho 518 vary véri variar 519 settle settâl estabelecer 520 speak spiik falar 521 weight ueit peso 522 general jenral general, geral 523 ice ais gelo 524 matter méttâr matéria, importar-se 525 circle sârkâl círculo 526 pair pér par 527 include ênclud incluir 528 divide dêvaid dividir 529 syllable sêlâbâl sílaba 530 felt feólt sentido 531 perhaps pârhépps talvez 532 pick pêk escolher, apanhar 533 sudden sâdân imprevisto 534 count caunt contar, contagem, conde 535 square squér quadrado, praça 536 reason riizân razão 537 length lenth comprimento 538 represent reprêzent representar 539 art art arte 540 subject sâbjêkt sujeito, assunto 541 region riijân região 542 energy enârji energia 543 hunt rrânt caçar 544 probable prabâbâl provável 545 bed bed cama 546 brother brâdhâr irmão 547 egg eg ovo 548 ride raid passeio 549 cell ceól cela, célula 550 believe bêliiv acreditar 551 fraction frécshân fração 552 forest fórâst floresta 553 sit sêt sentar 554 race reis raça, corrida 555 window uêndou janela 556 store stór armazém 557 summer sâmâr verão 558 train trêin trem, treinar 559 sleep sliip dormir 560 prove pruuv provar 561 lone loun só 562 leg leg perna 563 exercise eksârsaiz exercício 564 wall uól parede 565 catch kétch pegar 566 mount maunt monte, montar 567 wish uêsh desejo 568 sky skai céu 569 board bórd quadro 570 joy jói alegria 571 winter uênttâr inverno 572 sat sét sentado 573 written rêtân escrito 574 wild uaild selvagem 575 instrument ênstrâmânt instrumento 576 kept kept guardado 577 glass glés vidro 578 grass grés grama 579 cow cau vaca 580 job jáb trabalho, jó 581 edge ej canto 582 sign sain sinal 583 visit vêzât visita 584 past pést passado 585 soft saft macio 586 fun fân alegria 587 bright brait claro 588 gas ghés gás, gasolina 589 weather uedhâr tempo 590 month mânt mês 591 million mêliân milhão 592 bear bér urso, carregar 593 finish fênish fim, finalizar 594 happy rrépi feliz 595 hope rroup esperança 596 flower flauâr flor 597 clothe cloudh vestir 598 strange streindj estranho 599 gone gón ido 600 jump jâmp pular 601 baby beibi bebê 602 eight eit oito 603 village vêlâj vila 604 meet miit encontrar 605 root ruut raiz 606 buy bai comprar 607 raise reiz levantar 608 solve soulv resolver 609 metal mettâl metal 610 whether uedhâr se 611 push pôsh empurrar, iniciativa 612 seven sevân sete 613 paragraph pérâgréf parágrafo 614 third thârd terceiro 615 shall shél vai 616 held rreld guardado 617 hair rrér cabelo 618 describe dêcraib descrever 619 cook côk cozinhar 620 floor flór chão, derrotar 621 either aidhâr um, ou outro, também 622 result rêzâlt resultado 623 burn bârn queimar 624 hill rrêl colina 625 safe seif seguro, cofre 626 cat két gato 627 century centri século 628 consider cânsêdâr considerar 629 type taip tipo, datilografar 630 law ló lei 631 bit bêt pouco, broca 632 coast coust costa, litoral 633 copy capi copiar 634 phrase freiz frase 635 silent sailânt silencio 636 tall tól alto(pessoa) 637 sand sénd areia 638 soil sóil solo 639 roll rôl giro, lista 640 temperature temprâchâr temperatura 641 finger fêngâr dedo 642 industry êndâstri indústria 643 value véliu valor 644 fight fait luta 645 lie lai deitar, mentir 646 beat biit bater 647 excite iksait instigar 648 natural nétchârâl natural 649 view viu vista 650 sense sens sentido 651 ear iir orelha, espiga 652 else els outro 653 quite quait muito 654 broke brouk quebrado 655 case keis caso, embalagem 656 middle mêdâl meio 657 kill kêl matar 658 son sân filho 659 lake leik lago 660 moment moumânt momento 661 scale skeil escada, escala, escama 662 loud laud alto(som) 663 spring sprêng primavera, mola 664 observe âbzârv observar 665 child tchaild criança 666 straight streit reto 667 consonant cansânânt consoante 668 nation neishân nação 669 dictionary dêkshânâri dicionário 670 milk mêlk leite 671 speed spiid velocidade 672 method méthâd método 673 organ órgân órgão 674 pay pei pagar 675 age eij idade 676 section sekshân seção 677 dress dres vestido 678 cloud claud nuvem 679 surprise sârpraiz surpresa 680 quiet quait quieto 681 stone stoun pedra 682 tiny taini minúsculo 683 climb claim escalar 684 cool cuul frio 685 design dêzain desenho 686 poor pôr pobre 687 lot lót muito, lote 688 experiment eksperâmânt experimento 689 bottom battâm baixo 690 key kii chave 691 iron airn ferro 692 single sêngâl só, solteiro 693 stick stêk vareta, fincar 694 flat flét achatado, plano 695 twenty tuenti vinte 696 skin skên pele 697 smile smail sorriso 698 crease criis ruga 699 hole rroul buraco 700 trade treid comércio 701 melody melâdi melodia 702 trip trêp viajar, passeio 703 office afâs escritório, função 704 receive riciiv receber 705 row rou remar, fila 706 mouth mauth boca 707 exact igzéct exato 708 symbol sêmbâl símbol 709 die dai morrer 710 least liist menos 711 trouble trâbâl preocupação 712 shout shaut gritar 713 except êkscept exceto 714 wrote rout escrito 715 seed siid semente 716 tone toun tom 717 join join juntar 718 suggest sâgjest sugerir 719 clean cliin limpo 720 break breik quebrar 721 lady leidi dama 722 yard yard jarda, quintal 723 rise raiz levantar 724 bad béd mal 725 blow blou assoprar 726 oil oil óleo, petróleo 727 blood blâd sangue 728 touch tâtch tocar 729 grew gruu crescido 730 cent cent centavo 731 mix mêks mistura 732 team tiim grupo 733 wire uair arame 734 cost cóst custo 735 lost lóst perdido 736 brown braun marrom 737 wear uér usar 738 garden gardân jardim 739 equal iiquâl igual 740 sent sent enviado 741 choose tchuuz escolher 742 fell fel caido 743 fit fêt ajustado 744 flow flou correr, corrente 745 fair fér feira, claro 746 bank bénk banco 747 collect câlect recolher, pagar 748 save seiv salvar 749 control cântroul controle 750 decimal dêsêmâl decimal 751 gentle jentâl gentil 752 woman uômân mulher 753 captain képtân capitão 754 practice précttâs prática 755 separate sepârât separado 756 difficult dêfêcâlt difícil 757 doctor dactâr doutor 758 please pliiz por-favor, agradar 759 protect prâtect proteger 760 noon nuun meio-dia 761 whose rruuz cujo 762 locate loukeit localizar 763 ring rêng anel, tocar 764 character kérêktâr caráter, personagem 765 insect ênsect inseto 766 caught cót pego 767 period pêriiâd período 768 indicate êndêkeit indicar 769 radio reidiiou rádio 770 spoke spouk falado, raio 771 atom étâm átomo 772 human rriumân humano 773 history rrêstâri história 774 effect êfect efeito 775 electric êlektrêk elétrico 776 expect ikspekt esperar 777 crop crap colheita 778 modern madârn moderno 779 element elêmânt elemento 780 hit rrêt acertar 781 student stuudânt estudante 782 corner córnâr esquina 783 party party partido, festa 784 supply sâplai suprir 785 bone boun osso 786 rail reil grade, trilho 787 imagine êmédjân imaginar 788 provide prâvaid fornecer 789 agree âgrii concordar 790 thus dhâs assim 791 capital képêtâl capital 792 won't uount não-vai 793 chair tchér cadeira 794 danger deindjâr perigo 795 fruit fruut fruta 796 rich rêtch rico 797 thick thêk grosso 798 soldier souldjãr soldado 799 process prouces processo 800 operate apâreit operar 801 guess ghes adivinhar 802 necessary nesâséri necessário 803 sharp sharp agudo, sustenido 804 wing uêng asa 805 create crieit criar 806 neighbor neibâr vizinho 807 wash uósh lavar 808 bat bét morcego, bastão 809 rather raadhâr de-preferência 810 crowd craud multidão 811 corn córn milho 812 compare câmpér comparar 813 poem pouêm poema 814 string strêng corda 815 bell beól sino 816 depend dêpend depender 817 meat miit carne 818 rub râb esfregar 819 tube tuub tubo, tv 820 famous feimâs famoso 821 stream striim corrente 822 fear fiir medo, temer 823 thin thên fino, magro 824 triangle traiéngâl triângulo 825 planet plénât planeta 826 hurry rrâri pressa 827 chief chiif chefe 828 clock clak relógio 829 mine main meu, mina 830 tie tai amarrar 831 enter enttâr entrar 832 major meidjâr maior, major 833 fresh fresh fresco 834 search sârtch buscar 835 send send enviar 836 yellow yelou amarelo 837 gun gân arma 838 rose rouz rosa, levantado 839 allow âlau permitir 840 print prênt imprimir 841 dead ded morto 842 spot spat ponto 843 desert dêzârt deserto 844 suit suut terno 845 current cârânt atual 846 lift lêft levantar 847 continue cântêniu continuar 848 block blak bloco 849 chart tchart gráfico 850 hat rrét chapéu 851 sell sel vender 852 success sâkses sucesso 853 company câmpâni companhia, empresa 854 subtract sâbtréct subtrair 855 event ivent evento 856 particular partêkiâlar especial 857 deal diil negócio 858 term târm termo, período 859 opposite apâzât oposto 860 wife uaif esposa 861 shoe shuu sapato 862 shoulder shouldâr ombro 863 spread spred espalhar 864 arrange âreindj arranjar 865 camp kémp campo 866 invent ênvent inventar 867 cotton catân algodão 868 born bórn nascido 869 determine dêtârmân determinar 870 quart quórt quarto(medida) 871 nine nain nove 872 truck trâk caminhão 873 noise nóiz barulho 874 level levâl nível 875 chance tchéns chance, acaso 876 gather ghédhâr juntar 877 shop shap loja 878 stretch stretch alcance 879 throw throu arremessar 880 shine shain brilhar 881 property prapâtti propriedade 882 column calâm coluna 883 molecule malêkiul molécula 884 select sêlect selecionar 885 wrong róng errado 886 gray grei cinza 887 repeat rêpiit repetir 888 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