#lots of tourists speaking english as well

[fishyfishyfishtimes]

Our non-marine heroine Karleeen McQueen

You know what, you already know lots of stuff about Ahti II, I’m now going to tell you about Karleeen the spidergirl, Ahti’s best friend and the protagonist of a story I’m writing! A quick information sheet:

(+ Art reference)

Karleeen (with three e’s)… well, who doesn’t know about Karleeen! Probably not by looks, but you could read all about her on the papers some years back. It’s been a while, you'd hardly recognise her if you saw her now! Especially among the other jolly beachgoers, joggers, shoppers and summertime tourists; Karleeen lives in Naantali after all, with her single father on the coast of southwest Finland. In the summer it's busy, in the winter it's very quiet, all year round it's a very appropriate place for Karleeen, she thinks.

Now in her mid-teens (the Sirpaverse “starting point” is 2021), Karleeen is a most open and jolly girl! She loves socialising and chats with just about anybody she has a chance to interact with for more than five minutes. She’s always planning outings and looking to spend time with her best friends, too! She enjoys being silly, making wordplay and coming up with puns with ridiculous set-ups. Karleeen is a sensitive soul, she feels all of her emotions very strongly and shows them strongly, too. She sometimes has trouble regulating her emotional reactions and has a tendency to spiral. It's very difficult for Karleeen to lie, her feelings will be very clear from her facial expressions and body language no matter how hard she may pretend to feel otherwise. Not that she'd even lie! It would make her feel too bad.

Karleeen has loved nothing more her whole life than making "thingamajigs" — you know, machines, things that move, little inventions! It's so fascinating to her, how pieces that are little more than scrap on their own weave together into intricate creations that are far more than the sum of their parts. When she was a young kid she'd make things out of twigs and rocks and rope, but in her teens she's now moved onto more sophisticated methods, legos and actual robot-building sets. She's also dipping her toes into coding, so far it seems fun and it offers an additional medium for making things (only digitally this time). Karleeen would love to study mechanical engineering when she's old enough to go to a university, but it'll be a while until then! Besides for robotics Karleeen enjoys hiking in the outdoors, climbing trees, basking, collecting fun and/or useless trinkets of various kinds and strawberry-themed items, playing platformers and action-adventure games and doodling.

Karleeen’s a smart girl, but she struggles a lot with languages. Or, well, don’t let me entirely misrepresent her: she does have the achievement of knowing some ASL signs. Still, Finnish is the only language she speaks fluently and it’s her own mother tongue! She can’t quite get anything else stuck to her brain, speaking Swedish or Surish or even simple English feels like a chore. Like stated above Karleeen’s body language is very clear, one of the more common actions Karleeen does when she’s nervous, scared or sad is holding her hands and arms close to her chest.

Karleeen's favourite genre of music is classical, but she can't listen to it casually because it makes her very emotional. She likes pop, rock and soundtracks when it comes to just playing music in the car or with friends. Her favourite animals are elephants, and her favourite fish is the electric eel. Her favourite meal is minute beef steak with seasoned butter and chanterelles, but her actual favorite singular food item in general and favourite snack is wild strawberries. Her favourite drink is tap water. Her favourite flower is fireweed.

(Nowhere else to really mention this but Karleeen is also asexual and biromantic, it took a long while for her to figure out because her relationship with having human connections is rather complicated and unusual but she’s comfortable in that identity and doesn’t really overthink it, she has a lot of love in her heart for so many things so it’s only natural she would have a lot of love for many people too, she thinks)

[rosekasa]

trying to have an aesthetic parisian cafe writing session vs the music in the coffee shop being fuckin uk drill

[inkskinned]

i love finding out how big this world is. my girlfriend has only visited boston a handful of times, but i grew up here. i told her we'd be going to do the tourist traps in salem, and she said - which salem?

to be fair to her, there are a lot of other states that have a town named "salem." and i think there's some evidence that the witch trials actually happened in what is now called Danvers. but the thing is - she thought "salem" was like, a made-up thing. there wasn't actually a salem, massachusetts - like there isn't a gotham city.

they don't talk about it that much where she grew up, is the thing! and this made me laugh. a week ago she was talking about her hometown and said something akin to "well the museum's kinda like the one in richmond," and i had to explain i still had no frame of reference for what the hell this museum was like.

i love finding out what knowledge i take for granted. i used to live with 5 other women. 3 of them were from south korea. they had to take, like, a solid fifteen minutes to explain their birthday system to my gay math-blind ass, laughing as they did.

that same month, our roommate from denmark taught me the danish word for wreath by accident - she'd been talking about decorations, used krans, and i'd been able to figure it out through context. i just picked it up and kept talking. our entire house used krans as the word. she came home and slammed the door one evening, mock-angry, shouting: you motherfuckers! it's a - a wreath!

and how often do you use certain words, anyway! i am cuban, so i was raised with certain spanish words sort of sprinkled in there; but never how you'd think. in middle school i asked someone to pass me the recogedor - in a completely american accent, like i was speaking english. i hadn't registered it as a spanish word. i mean, how often in school do you actually use the word "dustpan" - i'd only ever heard it in the context of cleaning my house.

there are places that you grew up that you, just, like, know. that you assume everyone knows. there are things and people and "common knowledge" that you have that, just, like. doesn't exist for me. i don't know what you call your public transportation system, but in boston we call it "the T". our train cards are called charlie cards because of a song where a father accidentally abandons his family, which was written because our system of transportation. in boston, most people would snort and say everyone knows that, kid.

i think you and i should go on a long walk - it's getting dark early these days and we need any sun we can manage. tell me about the first time you saw snow. tell me about the stuff everyone knows about your home. tell me about the cities "everyone's been to," about the food "everyone's already tried." who knows. maybe it will feel nice to you - watching someone learn about it for the very first time.

[honeytama]

Nocturne

Merman!Noah Sebastian x Fem!Reader

A/N: I hope you love Merman!Noah as much as I do. If you knew me on here during quarantine, guess what? I'm back to writing about men with two dicks! ...sigh

Summary: Okinawa Island is just south of mainland Japan and it's where you're spending the few days of your vacation away from reality. You're on the search for fun, excitement, newness, and love. It so happens that someone else is, too.

Content and Warnings: Fluff, comfort, alcohol/intoxication, injury/blood, smut 18+, merman!noah has two phalluses, oral (receiving), raw pnv

Word Count: 12k

Tags: @somebodyels3 @yarasdead @raspberrywatermelon @gh0stfacegf @shilohrosechicken

@thefallennightmare @lma1986

Tokyo, Kyoto, and Osaka were beautiful places you spent the past week in, but Okinawa, an island just south of the mainland of Japan, will be your home for the next few days as your one-woman vacation is nearly to its end. Okinawa’s horizon is gorgeous; all the eye can see of crisp, blue waters and green cliff sides. Excitement buzzes through you as you approach the beachside condo in the driver's seat of the rental car from the Naha Airport. 

Last week, you spent all your time in different hotels while traveling to different parts of the country, only staying a day or two at a time in a new bed, but this time, you splurged to stay in an Airbnb on the island's coast. You figured that after spending a lot of time being a tourist on the mainland and being safe with your decisions, you could have a chance to be more relaxed before you had to return home— and return to work. You feel more confident after spending a week in the larger cities; you’re able to speak the little Japanese you know and English, you have found all the foods you like and how to order them, and navigating yourself was becoming easier. This place could become a second home, you think.

Walking through the front door of the condo, you’re able to see right through past the kitchen and living room to the back of the house’s floor-to-ceiling windows. Your backyard is the ocean. However, the building was built on a cliff, so you would have to find a more safe way to reach the soft sands that call you below.

It’s morning, so you figure it’s time to find your favorite Japanese breakfast items and spend the day exploring. On the itinerary, especially, is to figure out how to get down to the beach. 

—

You spent the day eating a few meals around town. You decided not to take the car out, so you walked for the majority of the day finding things to do.

Looking for entertainment for the beach, you found a comfortable bookstore and walked around for an hour scouring for something to read. They had everything you could need in different Japanese writing systems and also plenty of options in English. You found a couple of romance novels, both spicy and sweet love stories, that would help amuse you as you lie on the sands tomorrow. 

Love was the reason you were in Japan, to begin with. Besides always wanting to be in the country, you desperately needed time off from reality. You felt stuck while at home, but you have found, and hope to find more of, fun, excitement, and newness. However, love is something you’re still reaching for—in more ways than one. Before arriving in Japan, you had hoped that some beautiful man would come to sweep you off your feet and take you away from everything you’re hiding from. This just hasn't come true just yet.

While you were perusing at the bookstore earlier in the day, another tourist was speaking to the cashier about some rumors while you peeked at them from behind a shelf. Their conversation made your ears perk up.

“Ningyo,” the woman cashier repeated.

“Ningyo? What did you say that was?” The tourist opened Google on their phone looking for more information, intrigued.

“A mermaid— well ours is a merman,” the cashier corrects herself. “The word directly translates to ‘fish-person’. It’s what me and my sisters have been talking about around town with others for the past few years,” she explained. “We think he’s out there still; we can hear him sing at night. Can’t you?”

“Wow, uhm, I’m staying at a hotel further away from the coast, so no, I haven't heard anything. But, that’s amazing!” The tourist exclaimed. “Do you know what a siren is? Do you think he’s dangerous?”

The cashier giggled and gave the tourist their receipt. “There have not been any reports of people going missing or being injured, so I assume our mystery merman is safe,” she shrugs. “I’ve never seen him, to be frank, all of this is just rumors— a legend. But, you should go out to the beach at night to hear his voice. You won't be disappointed.”

You laugh to yourself about their conversation on your hike back to the condo during this late afternoon. A mermaid? Merman? Please. There is probably some wannabe boyband guy in the neighborhood who likes to practice his music on the beach at night. 

You are surprised that it has been going on for so long though. Wouldn't this guy want others to know that it’s him? That he’s the guy with the amazing voice everyone in town is talking about? You think to yourself.

On your way back to your temporary home, you stumble across a part of the town that’s less busy than the rest. You imagine you had taken the wrong way back, but you swear you’re great at navigating yourself now. There’s no way you could have made a mistake while you're holding Google Maps open on your phone watching every step and counting the minutes it takes before you get back to the door of the Airbnb.

Nevertheless, you’re not lost, just somewhere you didn't expect. With no one around to help, you take a step off of the road to walk over to the railed cliff’s edge to regain your surroundings and reroute toward the correct direction.

Looking over the railing, you admire the teal waters crashing against a group of large slate rocks along the beach that form seafoam that sizzles along the sand. You notice the cliff is quite steep and wraps around a small portion of the beach below you. The edges of it are lined with moss and fern-covered rock walls and green, lively trees for shade. It’s a cove; a private one. The sands look so smooth and on a perfect, warm, sunny day like this, you were sure it should have been packed. You spot a trail that leads down to it when you look up to your right. You found your way down to the beach, you think.

—

The next morning you awake and walk around your apartment eating onigiri. You pack up all your favorite beach essentials, excluding an umbrella, because you hoped the tall trees you spotted at the cove would be enough to protect you. While packing, you hum a tune to yourself, and taking a slow bite from your food you realize you have never heard the song before. You must have made it up in your sleep, you think.

You had pinned the location of the cove in your phone and followed directions back to where you were yesterday afternoon, hoping not to get lost again. 

Once on the familiar cliff again, you take the trail and snake yourself down to the bottom, carefully, which leads you out into your own, personal paradise. A private cove for you to spend the next few days relaxing in.

You make haste to set up everything and to start enjoying your books. A wide beach towel is laid out onto the soft, pale sands. You feel the sand between your toes and fingers; it’s perfect. You set up your Bluetooth speaker and roll up an extra beach towel to use as a pillow. Lying back with your sunglasses on and in your favorite swimsuit, the trees cover just enough to where the sun can leak through and tan your body, but not enough to where you are blinded as you open your first book.

You relax for a couple of hours reading your story and listening to music. You’re relieved you brought water and snacks, too, unbelieving you would get this comfortable. As you turn your music down to change it over to a podcast while you eat, you hear a loud splash come from the water before you. 

Looking up quickly, having been startled by the noise, you spot a large, dark tailfin ducking back under the water behind one of the large, pointed rocks.

“Oh, shit,” the sight makes you sit up on your towel. You pull your sunglasses off hoping to catch a good look at the fin if the animal were to return to the surface. “That thing was huge,” you whisper to yourself. Although you have become familiar with a lot while on your vacation, this was the first time you have been close to Japanese waters, so you have no clue about the types of fish or other things that could be lurking in the shallows. 

On your way out of the cove, you take one last peak at the water. It’s almost still with just the tide coming in to layer over the sand, but you could have sworn you could feel someone’s eyes watching you the entire time and not from the top of the cliff. You feel it coming from the direction of the ocean.

—

“I need to hear it, too,” you thought drunkenly as your feet dragged you back to the cove’s entrance.

Earlier in the night, you thought to indulge yourself in a night of drinks, mingling, and dancing. You went out to a couple of bars in town in a white, frilled spaghetti strap dress that hits you mid-thigh and a pair of platform, strappy sandals. You danced freely with some sweet groups of women you found at each bar; your hands caressed your own curves and you moved your hips to the beat around you. Your spirit caught the eye of many different men, from all backgrounds, who were hitting on you throughout the night and feeding you drinks constantly.

It felt good. Their attention is what you wanted, and you flirted with them back; making small conversations and touching their biceps and shoulders to show you’re interested. Maybe one of them could be the one? You thought. I can find love here. However, too many drinks being pushed your way eventually turned you off to them and they were turned off by how you stumbled out of the bar to walk home.

Walking back to the condo, you come across the same road you were lost on. You look over the railing above your private cove and the waters are dark; they crash against the sands and boulders off to the side of the beach.

“I wanna swim,” you speak aloud. “No, that’s dangerous,” you shake your head. “I’ll just— stand in the water. Feel nice,” you mumble.

You think about the woman who you overheard speak at the bookstore. The ningyo. His alluring voice that sings through the night.

“That’s not real,” you giggle to yourself. “Well, I could prove it her wrong. I just need to see if I can hear him. Need to hear him,” you repeat as your sandals pull you away from the rail.

You stumble over to the cove’s trail entrance and carefully make your way down to the sands, just as you did this morning.

Once below, you undo your sandals from your feet and take your purse to throw them all into a pile of sand. You make your way to the edge of the water and step in the deep blue inch by inch until you can no longer see your ankles. 

“Sing, please,” you wave your arms at the water like it will talk back to you. You start to hum the song that riddled your brain when you awoke in the morning while kicking the water up with your feet. “Ningyo, if you dont start singing right now then I’m leaving,” you yell out to the obscured horizon. 

The ocean stays silent. 

“Fine.”

You take a few steps back toward the shore, but the high tide is so heavy on your legs that it’s difficult to move in the direction you would like. You end up moving at a diagonal towards the jagged rocks that you feared; salt water splashes against them violently. You stick your hands out to brace yourself, but a large tidal wave knocks you off your feet and your head finds the rocks first.

You yelp before falling into the water. Your face is fully submerged as you look up at the moon through the salt water in your eyes. Watching your eyelids close slowly, everything fades to black.

NOAH’S POV

Where’d she go? I think to myself with heavy concern.

I’ve been looking after this girl for the past day and never once did I expect her to be injured while on my watch. I was amused at how she called out to me and I feel ashamed for watching her stumble into the rocks after leaving because I wouldn’t sing. I should have just indulged her instead of teasing her. If I did, then maybe she wouldn’t be lost under the waves. 

I swim towards the rocks with purpose and see her floating there face up. She looks limp.

“Please be alive,” I whisper as I take her body into my arms. I hold my ear to her chest for the sound of her heartbeat and it thumps in my head. Relieved, I allow myself to take a deep breath of air and allow my own heart rate to die down. I swim the best I can through the shallow water with her in my arms until we reach the shore.

I lay her down on the sand and fix her dress so that she’s fully covered. The huge gash in her forehead makes me wince and deep, red blood seeps out of it unhindered.

As her lips begin to turn blue, I realize I need to work faster. I raise my right hand over her lips and twist my fingers as if I’m going to pull a rope from between them. Instead, a stream of saltwater is pulled from out of her lungs and through her open mouth until it forms a sphere above her head. I flick my hand to the side and the water bubble splashes into the sand around us. The tingle from my magic use covers my arms and shoulders in goosebumps.

I need to see her chest rise and fall again. She needs air, I think. Raising myself over her, I pinch her nose with my fingers and bring my mouth to hers. I push the thoughts about her soft lips pressing to mine and blow air into her chest. It rises against mine as her lungs fill up, so I continue to suck in air and blow into her mouth and when she begins to cough, I know to pull back. 

The girl lies there still, unconscious. My hand brings itself to cover the gash on her head in full and I put in energy to allow my magic to flow into her, to heal her. The stream of her blood stops, and I can feel her skin closing under my palm.

My head falls in relief that she’ll be okay and my wet bangs tickle her cheek.

Uncovering her head, there’s just a faint scar above her eye that will fade even more, over time. I roll over to the side and lie on my back next to her. I can’t help but think she’s the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen, even with her hair tousled, clothes soaked, and eyes softly closed. Well, maybe those things make her even more appealing.

I’ve been close to very few humans in my life, but I swear she’s the only one that has ever truly intrigued me like this. 

I have wanted to know her since she stepped foot into my cove this morning. I think she’s already seen my tail, but I want her to know all of me, too.

“I’ll meet you in the morning,” I whisper.

—

READER

You sit up with a gasp.

“Ah, shit,” you mumble and shade your eyes from the sun rising over the horizon. 

While adjusting your eyes to the brightening blue sky and reflective teal waters, you notice an array of colors lying on the sand in your peripheral. Artwork? Your eyes fully adjust and the sight of a Japanese traditionally tattooed arm moves next to your thighs. 

“Oh, my God!” You yelp and push yourself further back on the sand with your hands and feet. You look down and see the same white dress you wore out to the bars last night. What happened? You think.

Looking up slowly, you see that there wasn't just a severed, tattooed arm mere inches from your body, but a whole man. A man with a tail.

The ningyo, you think. The merman is on the beach with me.

You cover your mouth with the thought that it will muffle your quick, anxious breathing; you didn't want him to know you were awake for many reasons, but mainly you were curious about him and needed time to examine his form.

Crawling on your knees toward him, you notice not just his arm is tattooed, but his entire human-like skin. His neck, torso, arms, and you assume his back, too are covered in Japanese traditional tattoos. The artwork of koi fish, waves, scales, and clouds all meld together in black, gray, and vibrant accent colors throughout his body. How does he have tattoos? You wonder.

It’s saddening that you can see his face; he has his forearm thrown over it. You assume it’s to shield from the sun’s rays as he sleeps soundly. The outside of his forearms have dark, feather-like fins. They look so soft; you want to reach out and touch them. His hair is short with bangs that shape his temples from what you can see. His wrist and neck are adorned with jewelry made from stringed, tiny pearlescent shells. Looking around his chest and sides, you see no gills.

Trailing your eyes further down, his tail begins a few inches under his navel and it’s the most brilliant thing you’ve ever seen. His tail is long and it's halfway in the saltwater; you assume if he were standing he would be over six feet tall. The majority of his scales are slate, almost black, and would probably look like obsidian underwater. They have a shimmering shift under the light of the sun that makes them look wet, even when dry. These same scales go all the way down to his tailfin and the ends of his tailfin feather out just like his forearm fins. However, along his hip, he has a strip of pearl-colored scales that run down the length of his tail. You assume he has the same strip on his other hip, as well.

Overall, you are aware of your heart pounding in your chest. The cashier from the bookstore was right… There is a merman living in the waters of Okinawa. He’s gorgeous, too.

“Ah,” you hiss as you sit on your heels next to him. You feel a raging, throbbing pain in your head. Feeling over your forehead, there’s a light ridge under your fingertips in the form of a scar. Looking down at the man, you think that he must know why you’re at the cove this early in the morning in the clothes you wore the night before. Taking a deep breath, you tap his shoulder, curiously, hoping to wake him. “Ningyo.”

He stirs awake and removes his arm from his eyes. You watch him slowly sitting up on his elbows. “Hmm,” he groans while squinting to adjust his eyes to the morning.

“H—Hi,” you speak up and wave at him to get his attention. 

The merman twists his head towards your direction and your eyes meet. Beautiful maple eyes widen at yours. “Oh,” he says, blinking as if to check if you’re real. “Hi… You're awake.”

“Mhm,” you hum and fiddle with the end of your dress. “Nice to meet you. My name’s Y/N.”

“I’m Noah,” he extends his hand for you to shake. You reach out to him and his hand engulfs yours. He brings it to his lips and presses a soft kiss into the back of your hand. Must be a tradition for him, you think, blushing.

He smiles at you in awe with his teeth. You notice one of his lower canines is covered with a shiny, pearlized coating and it gleams at you sultrily. 

“Could you tell me why I’m here, please?” You feel comfortable, but your voice speaks nervously. Your fingers come back to your head as the pain pulses beneath your skin.

He looks out onto the horizon and his tail moves under the water as he thinks. “You came here by yourself last night. I think you might have been intoxicated,” he explains. You feel heat rush over your cheeks in embarrassment. “I watched you fall into the rocks over there,” he nods across the beach to your right. “You got a bad head wound and you drowned.”

“I drowned?” You ask incredulously while holding your chest.

“It’s ok. I pulled you out of the water and brought you here,” he motions his hand from the rocks to where you are now and his forearm fins fan out. “I hope you don’t mind— I had to use some magic on you or I might have lost you,” he says. “I spent the night looking after you to make sure you were okay.”

“Thank you,” you nod at him with a grateful smile. He does nothing to hide himself, and you realize he must have stayed overnight with you to see you in the morning. The thought of him watching over you makes you flush.

“Also—,” Noah’s face turns pink and he looks away from you with a smile. “I had to resuscitate you. It’s called mouth-to-mouth, right?” 

Oh. You feel your hands turn clammy, so you rub them on the front of your dress. “Yeah, that’s right. I’m sorry, by the way.”

Noah flips over to his side and rests his cheek in his hand. His tail follows suit and his movement flows the water toward you in a small wave that pools at your knees. He looks at you concerned with furrowed brows. “Why would you say you’re sorry?”

“Well, for one, you shouldn’t have had to go through so much trouble to save my life last night. I was being stupid. I don’t know why I came here,” you talk towards the blue horizon. “Second, you were right. I was drinking. I’m sorry that you might have tasted it on…” you bring a hand to motion towards your lips. “Or that you had to put your mouth on mine, at all,” you turn and laugh at him half-heartedly, but his face looks even more confused than before.

“Don’t apologize,” Noah says assertively. “I needed to save your life. You needed help and I was here to do that. Also, don’t be embarrassed about your actions… You looked cute yelling at me to sing to you.”

Yelling at him to sing to you? What was I thinking? You think. “I don’t know how to thank you,” you smile and shrug your shoulders.

Almost immediately, he replies, “Spend the day with me.”

“What? You don’t even know me,” you giggle. “Also, what do you mean? You want me to sit here on the beach with you until the evening comes around again?”

“Well, that’s the thing. I want to know you,” Noah says matter-of-factly. “We could do that, but I don’t like staying on land for more than half the day. I was thinking we could hang out in the water?” He nods towards the ocean.

“Ok, yeah, we can go swimming,” you nod. “I don't think I’ll be able to go too far though.”

“I have something in mind that can help,” he says with a smirk. “If you would feel more comfortable, then go home and change into your swimming gear and meet back here in an hour… It’s a date.”

A date? You’re going on a date with a merman after just meeting him? Out of all of the men you have met on your trip, he’s the only one who’s made the move for something romantic. And, your swimming gear? Ha! More like one of the skimpy swimsuits you had brought on your trip, you think.

“Okay,” you stand up to your feet and Noah looks up at you with his hand shielding his eyes from the sun. “I’ll be back soon,” you begin to walk towards the sand pile you threw your things onto the night before, before turning back to him. “Don’t you dare disappear on me, Noah.”

He laughs and pushes himself further into the water; his biceps flex under the weight of himself, “I wouldn't dream of it.”

You pick up your bag and sandals and watch Noah dive further into the water. The splash of his dark tail leaves a spray of sparking droplets in the dawn sun.

—

It’s still morning time, but you have returned to the cove having eaten breakfast with your beach bag sitting in the sand. You changed into your favorite swimsuit, which in your opinion seems just fine for a date and swim session with a merman. No big deal. 

While at the condo, you quickly paced around trying to change your clothes and locate everything you needed while simultaneously forming a hundred questions about Noah. All the while, having to deal with a racing heart and jitters as the merman you met less than two hours ago asked you out on a date— rather he declared it a date. That’s so much hotter, you think. Calming yourself, you thought that today would be the best opportunity to ask him everything that you wanted to know. 

How does he have so many tattoos? Did tattoo guns work underwater?

The most pressing question on your mind is asking him about his song. It must be the one you keep hearing in your dreams.

You see Noah’s head rise over the water in front of you and he stops ten feet away from the shore. “You came!”

“Noah!” Leaving your things behind, you walk into the water and slowly adjust to the new temperature. You make your way to him, having to step off of the coast’s shelf. You swim in place in front of Noah while the seafloor is probably over twelve feet beneath you at this point. “I’m not that confident that I’ll be able to keep up with you,” you admit.

“I told you I had a trick to help you out, didn’t I?” Noah reaches out towards your neck and caresses the soft skin. It tingles underneath his touch. He then brings his hand to the side of your face and his thumb pad rubs over your bottom lip.

Is he about to kiss—? Your thoughts are interrupted when you feel a tight sensation in your throat. “Noah, what are you—,” you croak.

“Shh,” Noah soothingly hushes you as he passes his thumbs over your eyes. “It’s okay. Come under the water with me. I’ve got you.”

You plug your nose and close your eyes as you shove yourself under the surface of the water. A foot under the surface Noah makes sure his presence is known by keeping a soothing hand on your hip. His voice speaks out to you through the water, startling you.

“What you’re feeling is your body coming to balance with the new abilities I’ve given you. Whenever you’re ready open your eyes and breathe. It’ll feel just like it does when you're on land… I promise you,” his fingers graze lightly over your skin, calming you.

His confidence in you gives you enough bravery to open one eye. He’s holding you so close and a grin grows on his face when he sees you slowly open up. You open your other eye after realizing you dont get the usual sting from the saltwater from having them open underwater for too long. It feels normal. Your eyes widen at Noah when your chest starts to burn from the absence of air. Feeling anxious, you lose the ability to control the wading of your arms and legs and begin to sink.

“Take one breath. It’ll be okay,” Noah pulls you against his chest by wrapping his arms around your waist. “Remember if you drown, I’m right here. I’ll save your life every day if I need to,” he whispers. 

Nodding vigorously at his words, you quickly suck in and blow out. A burst of bubbles spews from your mouth, but you feel fine— better now that you’re letting oxygen into your lungs.

“I can breathe under—,” You stop mid-sentence realizing you can hear yourself, too. 

Noah throws his head back and laughs; his hair flows through the water with his movement, “I just need to give you better swimming ability and we’ll be ready to go.” He lets go of your waist and dives towards your bare legs. He places his hands around your ankles and they feel the same tingly sensation as before. “Alright, let’s go,” Noah holds out a hand for you to take.

“Where are we going?” You ask while hesitantly taking his hand in yours. Noah begins to swim with you by his side and you’re able to kick your legs fast enough to meet his pace. 

“I’m going to show you around,” he smiles.

—

After a few hours of talking and swimming through Okinawa’s waters, you’ve gotten to do things you never imagined. Noah took you through the colorful reefs that are home to sea turtles and colorful fish, coral, and sea anemones, he brought you to meet a family of dolphins and you both held onto their dorsal fins swimming through the water, and you talked about where he lived and he promised he would show you soon. 

Right now, you follow closely behind him as he leads you along the sandy floor through a forest of seaweed that are as tall as trees back home. The sun glows through the ripples of the surface sending rays of light that adorn Noah’s skin. 

He stops at a wall of seaweed and smiles back at you before using his hands to spread apart the stalks. It opens up to a clearing in the forest with golden sands that sparkle under the high sun. In the middle of the clearing is a large, deep green blanket and as you swim closer to it you see it's woven from fibers of seaweed and other plants.

“I have nothing for you to eat, but I did set up this blanket for us while you were getting ready this morning,” he gives a sheepish smile as if he’s sorry he couldn’t give you more. “Kind of like a picnic.”

Taking a seat on the woven blanket, you run your fingers through the material. While it’s made of seaweed, its fibers feel satisfying to the touch and you can poke your fingers through each stitch. 

Noah rests beside you, lying back and supporting himself with his hands. He closes his eyes and basks in the midday sun that rains on you two.

“Can I ask you some questions?” You ask him curiously. “Like, about you being ningyo?”

“I was wondering when I was going to be interviewed,” he nods. “Ask me anything.” He still rests with his eyes closed, but his ears are open.

“Ok, so—,” you stop, realizing there’s an overwhelming number of things you could ask first. “You like to sing?”

He smiles, amused by your question. “Mhm,” he hums and opens his eyes to meet yours. “When I saved you last night, it seems like you know one of my songs.”

“So it is your song! It’s been stuck in my head. I think the place I’m staying is just close enough to your cove that I can hear you while I sleep,” you explain. “And it’s your song? Noah, does every ningyo sing?”

“My friends and I, that’s what we do. We make music, and I’ll usually write the lyrics. Not every ningyo sings, but we all have our own special talents,” he explains. Whenever he touches on the topics most close to him, you can feel his pride radiate off of him.

You start to hum the notes you’ve had in your head, by the time his voice reaches your condo you can’t hear words, just a mumbled tune. “Hmm, what are the lyrics to the one you’ve been practicing the past couple of nights?”

“The song is called ‘The Grey’. The part you’ve heard…,” he hums to himself and tilts his head back and forth trying to find the words. 

“Nobody left for me to talk to, nobody to call

Got everything I could want, but I still wanted more.”

“You should sing it,” you lean and nudge his shoulder.

“I don’t usually have a problem when it comes to practicing around my friends, and we do live performances too, but something about you makes me shy,” he admits. A tinge of a blush dances in his cheeks and nose. “You’re just gonna have to listen to the ningyo like everyone else.”

“Or, you can bring me to one of your live shows?” You ask excitedly.

Noah giggles and shakes his head, amused by your excitement. “You’re invited any time.”

Too bad I’ll only be here one more day, you think to yourself. “How much do you know about humans?” You ask, changing the subject.

“Oh, well, my best friend is human,” he shrugs his shoulders as if it’s not the most surprising thing you’ve heard him say all day. “So, I know a lot… Maybe, too much.”

A tinge of jealousy strikes your chest. Another human in his life that isn’t you. Someone found him before you did, you think. 

As if Noah is reading your mind, he smirks. “I met Nicholas when we were kids… He stumbled across my cove the same way you did and I was more brave with him than you because I introduced myself immediately. He’s my family,” he smiles and then gestures, holding up his wrist, “He’s also my tattoo artist. He has a portable machine and setup that he brings to the beach for when we have sessions.”

“You beat me to ask you about those next,” you smile with relief. “He’s been keeping your secret all these years?”

“Yeah,” he laughs but it sounds like a scoff. “Well, he was, but in the last few years since I’ve started to sing more he was the one that started a rumor about the ‘ningyo’. He says his neighbors love it. A lady who runs a bookstore and her sisters?” Noah breaks out into a fit of laughter and it tickles you to join him. 

“She’s the reason I knew about you,” you giggle pleasantly. 

“I’m glad my existence is entertaining,” he calms himself and reaches out to rest a hand on your thigh.

You gaze into his eyes for a beat before braving to ask, “So, do you have any other human friends I should know about?”

He smiles. “I don’t. My other friends are all like me,” he assures. “I would love for you to meet them, but for right now I just want to keep you all to myself. I hope that’s okay?”

“That’s perfect,” you scooch closer towards him until your knees are against the smooth scales of this tail. Noah is cold-blooded, but he still gives you goosebumps of warmth whenever he’s so close to touching you. “I have one more question to ask.”

“Go ahead,” he caresses up and down your thigh softly.

“Am I the first human girl you’ve taken on one of these dates?” You ask cautiously.

“You are the first girl I’ve brought into the ocean in general,” he admits. “Besides the cove and where I live, this is my sanctuary. It means a lot for me to share it with you.”

While you want to seem relaxed about his response, you still let out a relieved breath. He chuckles and leans into your shoulder.

“To be honest, you’re the only girl I’ve been intrigued with in a long time. When I first saw you come down the cliff and relax on the sand with a book in your hand, I knew you might be the one for me,” he smiles. “This clearing is where I read all of my books.”

“You have books in the ocean?” Your eyes widen at him and you tug on his bicep excitedly.

“Mhm,” his face glows each time you’re enamored by every new piece of information he shares about life below the surface. “I have a library at home. We have shelves, too,” he teases.

“Now, you have to show me,” you whine. “Please.”

“I’ll bring you home before you have to leave Japan,” his lips graze your shoulder with a kiss. “I’ve always wanted to find someone like you.”

Your heart flutters at his words. “I think you’re exactly who I was meant to find, too.”

His dark eyes match yours and a grin grows on his lips. These words are the only ones he’s wanted to hear come out of your mouth since the moment he laid eyes on you. 

“Noah, I’m not just in Japan to relax,” you begin to explain. “Home isn’t perfect as what I’ve found here. I’ve been searching for something new… Someone to love,” your gaze pulls away from him and you stare at the glistening sands of the clearing. “I want someone who will want me,” you pause but don’t dare look up to see his reaction. “I feel so stuck and ignored where I’m from. In my family, at work, every place that I should feel recognized and appreciated… It feels like I’m nothing.” you admit. A ghost of a hand tightens over your heart and squeezes. It hurts to talk about, but even with him, a stranger, it feels right.

“I’m not perfect,” he furrows his brow and runs a hand through his hair. “But, I can give you all of me if you let me.” Noah’s chest tightens too; he can’t bear the sight of your glossy eyes staring back at him so lonely. “I think I’ve felt similarly to you… I’ve been so bored of life. While I love to perform, I’ve felt so burnt out and in need of something new. It’s why I’ve been singing on my own at night; I’m trying to find what makes me feel excited again. I think you’re exactly who I need,” he explains. “I’m so sorry you feel that way about home. I would never make you feel inadequate,” Noah brushes a piece of hair being your hair. “I wish you could stay here with me.”

In Noah’s mind, he recounts the rumors under the sea of how you could stay. He’s been wanting to grant Ruffilo the same privileges, so everyone he loves can be with him at the same time. Noah chooses not to mention it, knowing that it could get both of your hopes up.

“I hate that I have to catch a flight soon,” you say softly. Allowing your feelings to come out as your next words, you whisper, “I don't want to fly away from you.”

You find yourself leaning into him while anticipating if he’ll reciprocate your movements. Your eyes switch between watching his own and his lips; his tongue darts out to lick his before leaning into you slowly.

He leans into you fully, but merely presses his forehead into yours. With his eyes shut tight, he huffs defeatedly, “I want to kiss you so badly, but you need to know that if I do… Something in me won't be able to let go of you.”

You pull away and attach your lips to his neck. He hums under the heat of your mouth and teeth on his jugular. Speaking into his ear you urge him to go forward, “I want it. Whatever it is. I need someone to hold onto me… Like I told you, it’s why I’m here.”

He leans back to meet your gaze. “Are you sure? No matter how I feel…I can’t just take you away from where you’re really from. You need to go home soon.”

Heat builds up in your cheeks and your eyes begin to well up, you bite your lip but allow your heavy emotions to come through your voice, “I would rather be with you, even for a few days more, than to have to return to the life I already know.” His eyes watch you intently, looking for confirmation that you’re telling your whole truth. “Even if this doesn’t work out, I want to know that I tried. I want to love again, Noah.”

His eyes widen in surprise. You would give up everything you knew for him, and he’s starting to realize that. “C’mere,” he brings his hands to your cheeks.

You eagerly pull yourself to your knees. “Please, kiss me,” you whisper while leaning into him once more. Noah pulls you into him and your lips meet him under the afternoon sunlight. “Mmm,” you hum under the soft press of his lips. You feel a pull from your chest towards him growing, almost supernaturally. It feels as if a string is reaching from your chest towards his heart to tie you two together. The golden glow you feel under your skin entices you to pull Noah in closer by tangling your fingers in the back of his hair and holding him by his cheek.

Noah hums and his hands leave your face to roam freely over your exposed skin. Through his passionate kiss, you feel his fingers grazing over your neck, shoulders, and lower towards your thighs. He doesn’t fight you when your tongue presses against his supple lips for entrance. He melds into you comfortably and allows his tongue to explore your mouth, as well.

You believe you’ll never get used to the tingly sensation he brings to you when he touches your skin, whether using magic or not. Being in this secluded clearing and having access to his cove, he has made you feel like the only girl in the world. With him, you sit in the eye of a hurricane and get to watch the world spin by without care if everything will be okay because you know it will be. Noah makes you feel safe and needed; he makes you know that your existence is important and he wants to be a part of it.

As you pull away from his kiss, the smile on his face and his pearled tooth make you melt in his arms.

Giddy in his grasp, you bite your lip, “Why do I feel like something is pulling me into you?” Pointing to the center spot between your breasts, “I feel like I could never lose you.”

“You won’t,” Noah assures. “Come to my place tomorrow night,” he pulls you to lie down on his chest on his blanket. You plan to spend the day away in his arms looking up a the rays of light dripping through the waves above you. “I’ll tell you then.”

—

After going home from your day with Noah, sleeping, and spending the majority of the next day away from him and the sea, you could still feel the same pull on him that you felt when you first kissed him. It felt as if the invisible string that grew from your chest was tethered to him even miles away at your Airbnb. Even when you close your eyes, you know the exact cardinal direction he is at any time. To your surprise, it didn't bother you one bit, because for once you didn't feel alone, and knowing he had the same tie to you, he was looking after where you were, as well.

It’s evening time and Noah planned for you to meet him on the shore of his cove; so you’re currently headed down the cove’s cliff to him. You’re wearing another bikini you packed with a pair of sandals.

He wanted to show you exactly where he lived and to explain the tether you felt towards him; you secretly hoped that he would do more than that, too. To feel pride in having kissed a merman is something you would never thought would be a truth in your life. Noah’s physically different to say the least, but damn does he make your knees weak.

Noah beams waiting for you with his head and shoulders above the dark water. Throwing your sandals to the side and walking towards the edge of the water, you admire his glazed skin under the bright moon. Under the moonlight, his tattoos are riddled with water droplets that shine. His hair is soaking wet as always, falling into into eyes and shaping his temples.

“My place is nearby,” he smirks and nods his head over your shoulder. “We have to dive underneath the island.”

“Dive?” You shift weight on your feet before swimming off into deeper water towards him. Noah is confident in you, but he sees the hesitance on your face.

“You’ve been a great swimmer so far keeping up with me. I know you can do this,” he holds out his hand for you to take, “Just hold onto me and you’ll be safe.”

You take his hand and interlock his fingers with his. “I trust you.”

“Right this way, beautiful,” he pulls you underneath the water and you start swimming over the side of the cove. Even with your tether, you watch the pearlescent strip on his tail closely to not lose him. It’s the brightest part of the entire ocean at this point of the evening. The sun was out when you were here last and Noah probably failed to mention that he has night vision.

Following closely behind him, you squeeze his hand as you two approach a deep cavern that’s carved into the base of the island. 

“Hold on tight to me,” Noah faces you and holds your chin. “We’re going to dive and then swim right back up. I live in an underwater cave, so you’ll be able to walk around and breathe normally once we’re inside, okay?”

“Okay, I got this,” you breathe out steadily and give him an assured smile.

“Hell yeah, you do,” he kisses your knuckles in his hand. “C’mon.”

The strength of Noah’s tail pushes you both deep through the cavern and it’s the first time you feel real pressure on your limbs— and the first time you feel you need to hold your breath. Noah watches over you, and his presence helps you calm your nervous heart and lungs. When he points upwards, you know to swim with him toward the surface and you do so eagerly.

You gasp for air as you reach the surface even knowing you don’t need to. However, the sight around you could make you gasp, too.

Noah comes up to the surface after you and shakes out his wet hair. His gaze falls onto your bewildered expression. “Y/N, are you alright?” Noah asks with worry in his voice. 

“Yeah—,” you answer, truthfully, but you can’t fully focus on his voice as you’re wading through the water of his cave looking around at his home. The room is sizeable with the pool of saltwater you’re in the center of. Noah’s shelves are carved out of the side of the cave and stuffed with books thick and thin. There’s enough room to walk around the pool, but also layers of rock that surround it. Either it’s the material of the rock or the deep teal waters reflecting off of them, but it seems as though the cave’s walls are glowing blue-green. Moonlight seeps in through an opening in the ceiling, but you see he’s set up groups of white pillar candles around the edge of the cave. 

“I borrowed a lighter and candles from Nick,” he chuckles watching your lips turn into an “o”. “It was a pain in the ass to dry them all out and it took all day, but I wanted it to feel more romantic than our picnic yesterday.”

Your neck snaps to Noah, “I loved our date. Thank you though, your place is gorgeous.” You wrap your hand around his bicep and kiss his shoulder for reassurance. 

He melts under your touch. “I did too. Go ahead and rest on the ledge,” he motions towards the side of the pool. “I’ll help you up.”

You swim over to the edge of the pool and turn to face him. You feel his arms wrap around under your butt and begin to lift up. 

“Oh,” a surprised noise falls from your lips as he picks you up with ease and lifts you onto the smooth, rock edge. He also failed to mention his super strength, you think. You cross your legs and rest against the smooth stone behind you admiring the way the flicker of the lit candles reflect off the dark pool of water your calves dangle in.

“There you go,” he smiles up at you and rests his hands on your knees.

Looking around some more, you realize his place is pretty empty. There are two instruments that are reminiscent of guitars leaning on the opposite wall. Other shelves along the walls have wooden boxes and trinkets displayed, but he doesn’t have a bedroom, bathroom, or a kitchen. “Where do you sleep, Noah?” You ask, looking down at him. 

“You’re wondering if I have a bed?” He shoots you a smooth wink and raises his eyebrows.

“Yes, but not like that,” you fluster. He was right though, the thought about how he sleeps and has sex does cross your mind. “It just seems like you don’t have a lot of things.”

“Everything you see is what I have,” he shrugs and water splashes over his shoulders. “I don’t need much.”

“What do you eat, then?” You tilt your head to the side, curious. Unknowing to you, you have just uncrossed your legs at the same time as asking this question.

Noah’s gaze darts from your face to in between your legs, which are at his eye level. He nearly chokes and you watch him try to control a cough. “Uhm, I eat a lot of different things. I just don’t have the need to cook anything.”

Shying away from whatever that reaction was, you move on to talk about what has been on your mind all day, “So, you said you would tell me about what’s going on here?” You tap on your chest with your pointer finger.

His eyes widen as if you’ve just given him permission to look at your breasts sitting nicely in your bikini top. Noah forces his primal thoughts away and blinks to refocus on your question. It’s important he tells you quickly or you won’t know what’s coming to you.

Noah caresses your skin around your thighs with his thumbs. Clearing his throat he begins to explain everything, “When I told you that if I kissed you that I wouldn't be able to let you go, I was being literal.” Noah’s eyes pass back and forth searching for any bit of negative reaction, but you give none. You just nod him on to continue. “Beings like me, when we reach a certain time in our life that we feel we need a companion, something within our DNA begins an instinctual ritual to find…,” he pauses again looking for your eyes to dart to the water wanting to leave or for you to fidget out of your seat, “a mate.” He wants to shut his eyes and disappear from your curious gaze, but luckily to him, a small smile paints itself on your face. “I think my time began a couple months ago— when I began to start feeling bored and burnt out with my normal life. My body and mind pushed me to find someone to make me feel belonging and excitement again, and I didn’t see anyone fitting my ideal mate— until I saw you on the sands of my cove.”

His head falls and you look down at him concernedly. He continues, “I need you to understand that being my mate would make you mine for life. I would be the one you must love; you wouldn’t have a choice.” You want to interrupt him, but all you do is lean and place a soothing hand on his cheek. Noah tilts his head toward your touch, “Right now, we have formed a tether from our kiss that binds our two hearts together.” Noah looks up at you finally, but your heart caves in on itself when you see his eyes, red and glossy. “The tether is permanent. Throughout our lifetimes, neither of us will ever forget where the other is as we’ll be able to feel each other’s presence, even across the world. However, Y/N, if you don’t want any more than that, I understand.”

Grabbing both sides of his face, you lean down to lock on his eyes with furrowed brows, “Noah, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you.” The words seem crazy to you as you thought them over as he explained his culture, but hearing them come out of your mouth was a different story. You wanted to leave home and start anew; this is your chance to begin a life with someone that cared for all of you… Wanted you. “I think— I think your power over love is beautiful. Please know that I'm grateful for the gifts you’ve given me, including our tether. I want to be your mate.”

His hands come to the sides of your hips and his muscles flex when he pushes himself out of the water to meet his lips with yours. It’s a quick, soft, reassuring touch, nevertheless you feel your heart glow golden.

Back in the water, Noah uses his thumbs to rub away the redness and deep emotion in his eyes, but they still are slightly puffy. 

“I know I should believe you, but I need to ask if you’re sure? This isn’t a decision you can take back,” he reiterates.

“I’m sure,” you smile at him confidently. “So, do I marry you now? Say I do?” You chuckle under your breath and kick your feet in the water in front of him.

He laughs along with you and you notice the water behind him splashing. You imagine he’s kicking his tail in excitement, like a dog, at your answer. “We can get married and have a wedding,” he smiles up at you proudly, “If that is what you dream of. However, there’s a— different ritual that ningyo do in order to make a life mate relationship official.”

“What is it?” You tilt your head curiously.

Noah wants so badly to say the next word under his breath, but he has to be truthful to you, his soon to be mate. His wife. “Consummation,” he says assuredly.

Oh, okay! You think. You would’ve swam through a sunken ship to retrieve a ring or even fought a shark for him, but this ritual sounds much better. You never thought that you’d be mentally celebrating the opportunity to have sex with a merman, but it feels like fireworks are shooting off in your brain. 

Before you can react, he continues, “Y/N, since kissing you my body and mind have not been able to forget the way your skin feels on mine. I can’t get over the way you say my name. I just want— need you, primally. I’ve been acting strangely all day thinking about whether you would say yes to being my mate, and every time I imagined the words coming out of your mouth I— I needed to relieve myself,” he admits. A faint shade of pink blankets his cheeks. “So again, if you say no to this, I’ll under—,”

You interrupt him, “I want to have sex with you.” Very smooth. “I understand what I’m getting into and forever is okay with me. I want you.” The thought of Noah spilling into his fist several times today just because you kissed him makes your heart pound.

His eyes widen at your confidence. “I trust you, Y/N. I’ll make you mine,” he smiles proudly. “You should know that I’ve never had sex with a human before, though. All I know about female human anatomy is from what Nick has shown me in,” he catches your amused, hopeful expression, “— uhm, nevermind.”

You throw your head back and laugh, but realize he might feel insecure about his knowledge of your body, so you cover your mouth and chuckle to yourself silently. “Noah, have you watched human porn?” You whisper through your hand.

He scoffs and grabs underneath your thighs, tugging you to the edge of the pool. “Get over here,” his voice is assertive, but the warmth of his face hiding itself between your thighs tells you he feels otherwise.

“Mhm,” you hum teasingly. “What did you learn? I assume you watched it on something you borrowed from your friend?” You try to push him further. The sight of the big, strong ningyo crumbling between your legs fuels the aching fire in your core. 

“Put your legs over my shoulders and I’ll show you?” He asks while looking up at you with dark irises. His fingers come to the sides of your bikini bottoms and you lift yourself so he can pull them down off your legs. “I’m confident that I can please you in other ways, but I want to use my mouth— which is something I’ve never done before. Let me know if I’m making you feel good?” 

You nod and bite your lip while spreading your thighs and hooking your calves over each of his freckled shoulders. You didn’t expect to feel shy spreading yourself open for him, but Noah’s eyes are studying your form and his fingers are caressing your folds curiously.

The soft touch of his fingerpads explores the area around your entrance makes you shutter. Noah’s thumb finds your clit and begins kneading your bud intently. “Right there,” you praise him urging him on. One of his digits gathers your arousal from your entrance before pressing into you slowly. Little by little, you take on the length of his forefinger as he stretches you out for him while his thumbs continue circling your clit. “Noah, can I have more?”

“Of course,” he agrees adding his middle finger into you. He pumps into you purposefully; he curls his fingers upward and listens for the sweet sounds to come from you that help him make sure he’s hitting the spots you like best. Noah takes your chin in his empty hand and gives you a look of permission to move his mouth to where he wants it most. 

“Just don’t stop what you’re doing okay?” You nod and nibble your lip. Bringing your hands to your breasts, kneading and pinching your nipples over your bikini top, you’re eager to get off on his fingers. “Feels so good.”

Noah takes a second to ogle you, pleasing yourself, but since you’ve allowed him to duck his head between your thighs he’s there right afterward. He removes his thumb from your clit and replaces it with the suck of his lips. Like he’s been starving himself all day, his mouth and tongue move hungrily against your clit while he thrusts his fingers into your cunt in a focused rhythm. The sound of his lapping and the squelch of you on his fingers reverberates against the walls of the empty cave.

“Noah,” your hands reach for his hair and interlace with his dark, damp strands. “Fuck, you’re doing so well, baby.”

He groans between your legs and squeezes the outside of your thigh around his head with his empty hand.

When Noah described his primal urges, you had not understood the gravity of which it affects him. He needs this. He needs you. You believe that getting you off is an instinctual goal driving him to devour you with vigor. Squeezing your breast harshly, you anticipate how he’ll behave once he gets to thrust into you with his dick.

“I’m so close, Noah,” you choke out, “but I want to cum with you. Let me cum on your cock.” You plead to him, but he continues on with his movements; your announcement almost encourages him to continue moving his tongue and fingers in tandem. “Noah, please, I’m gonna— fuck, you’re so good at this.”

“Mmm,” he hums on your clit before pulling away. “Cum on my fingers. I’ll make you cum on my cocks, too, I promise,” he claims before returning to your clit encouraging your orgasm.

Before, your eyes sat half lidded as he fucks you up to his knuckles, but now they’re wide open. Cocks? Like, with an “s”?

“Shit,” the thought of your pussy stretched around all of him makes you come undone. Gripping the back of his head, you pull him in and hump his mouth eagerly.

“Good girl, use me,” he praises you against your skin. He allows you to squirm on his hand as you ride out your high. Your chest heaves under your hand as you lie back against the stone behind you. “Ready to come down?” Noah asks while pressing nurturing kisses along the insides of your thighs down to your knees. He softly unhooks your legs from his shoulders and places them over the ledge.

“Mhm,” is what you can muster as a response as you sit up slowly. While your brain is dazed, you still yearn to give all of yourself to him. Putting on a show for your soon-to-be mate, you undo the tie of your bikini top and drop each strap to the sides sensually. The top falls to your lap and you throw it over your shoulder into the slate cave wall. 

“H— Hold onto me,” Noah says distractedly. You take his shoulders under your palms and brace yourself for him to lift you off the stone ledge back into the pool. 

You expect to hiss at the cool temperature change, however, the heat of your arousal warms you and there’s no need to adjust to the Okinawan waters. Your skin, between your legs, your hands… Everywhere is hot with need for him. 

Holding onto Noah’s shoulder for support, you brush his damp hair back with your fingers. He melts into your touch and almost purrs with pleasure. Taking his chin between your fingers, you praise him again seeing how he wanes to your words. While being a powerful, fantastical being, he’s also reminded you how he is all yours. “Thank you for trying something new for me,” you tell him before pressing a passionate kiss to his lips.

He returns your kiss and wraps his arms around your torso snugly, pulling you into his. “You get to have everything you want,” he pulls away to kiss along your collarbone and up your neck, “now that you’re with me.”

As he kisses your neck, you feel the firm press of his pelvis against your upper thigh. You look down, but can’t see much through the obscured water, just the reflection of the moon through the ceiling and candlelight.

“Can I touch you?” You ask hesitantly while trailing your fingers along the velvety scales on his hip.

Noah takes your hand in his from his hip and guides into to about where a human man’s groin would be. His breath hitches as he helps wrap your smaller fingers around one of his members. “I know humans only have one. I don’t expect you to…” Noah pauses questioning his vocabulary, “Use both of them tonight.”

Excitedly and inquisitively, you explore his parts while watching his face twist and eyes roll back into his skull. Just from feeling, his cocks are stacked on top each other, vertically, with the lower one being larger than the human average size while the upper one is about one inch shorter. They seem to be prehensile having the ability to move freely in your palm, seeking your warmth. Twisting your hand up and down larger shaft, he’s wider at the base than the tip and much smoother than a human, besides the shallow, chevron ridges that line the bottom of the shafts. He feels so slick in your hand… His water-resistant precum coated himself as he went down on you.

He must have really enjoyed himself, you think. 

As you rub your thumb over his larger tip, you realize you’ve distracted yourself from the merman attached to it. He hisses under your touch before wrapping his arms underneath your ass and hoisting you up to wrap your legs around his hips.

“I need to be inside of you, so badly, it hurts,” he proclaims. “No more teasing.”

“I’m giving myself to you,” you whisper. “Please fuck me.” 

Noah bites his lip focusing on moving slowly regardless of his impulsions to buck up into you with force. With his large hands supporting you, he guides you down on his larger member. You feel it prod against your entrance moving itself up and down your slit.

“Fuck—”

“—yes,”

You two moan together as your pussy stretches around his cock while he lowers you. As he bottoms out on his flared base, you feel his other, smaller phallus rubs lazy figure-eights on your aching clit.

“That feels perfect,” you compliment. “Keep going.”

He leans in to attach his lips to yours and starts to bounce you on his cock. The saltwater moves around you in soft waves in response to your movements. With your hands wrapped around the back of his neck, he pulls you into his hips.

Noah continues to thrusts into you rhythmically while the sounds of your combined moans fill the empty cavern. “Look at you,” he smiles, his pearl tooth twinkling at your sultrily. “How do you feel?”

“So good,” you mumble as your eyes roll back. You wanted to say how you’ve never experienced sex like this before, but you’re head is so foggy you can’t get the words out. The way you feel is euphoric. You mentally wonder if there’s some magical element to his precum to make you feel like every thrust feels better than the last, but maybe you’re stereotyping him now. No way that could be the case, right? You think.

Setting you to bottom out on his cock, he stills his hands to start thrusting his hips normally. Every sensation he brings to your body drags you closer and closer to your end. The circling of his phallus on your clit, the needy humping of his hips into yours, and his soft lips on your neck and shoulders all exhilarate you at once.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you cry out in a whine. Your forehead meets his and you shut your eyes to focus on his touch. Your pussy pulses around his dick to take him for all he’s worth as you reach your climax.

“Fuck, me too,” Noah announces before shutting his eyes and groaning through his orgasm. You feel his cum glaze your walls and it feels different than you would expect… thick, cooling, and sticky.

You hold Noah close and come down from your second orgasm with him. He matches his breathing with yours. Looking between the both of your chests, a soft golden light shines for the first time through your skin before it dissipates to nothing.

Noah looks up from your chest with a grin. “You’re mine now. I— I love you already,” he proclaims with a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you, too,” you reply. Usually you would feel crazy for saying such words less than a week of knowing someone, but right now it feels so right. Resting your head on his shoulder, exhausted, Noah holds you close to his body. “Can I stay here for a while before we swim back up?”

“Of course, my love,” he nods and rubs soothing circles on your shoulder blades. “If you need to take a nap or anything… It’s okay. You can even pick out a book from my library, so I can read to you.” Even without looking up, you can feel the beam of his smile shining next to you.

—

NOAH’S POV

Y/N spent the majority of the night with me that night as we enjoyed having completed our mating ritual; I read to her as she rested on the edge of the pool and we chatted about our future together. 

She left the next morning needing to catch her flight to return home and she’s been away from me for two months. I can still feel all of her, though. I know exactly where she is, and my chest feels like it glowing when she happens to look in my direction.

Even with her gone, the past couple months I haven't spent alone, not just because of our tether, but because I’ve reconnected with my friends and with my love of music. I’ve been singing every day and writing new songs… Some of which are about her.

Besides music, only one other goal has been driving me to wake up every morning: finding a way that I can have my family, Nicholas and Y/N, to be here in the ocean with me whenever they like.

Following the rumors and pursuing every lead, I think I’ve finally found the magic I need and I can’t wait until she’s back in Japan for me to show her.

[nobodyfamousposts]

The Hero of Paris

...so when Gabriel was in the bathroom on that train when he transformed and tried to akumatize someone...

...you think anyone could have just...I dunno, recorded it?

__________________________

Michael Donahue was the hero of Paris.

In truth, he was an American tourist. And about as American as one could get.

And AS a young American in a foreign country, he did what most Americans do: abuse his phone's camera function for anything and everything he thought was interesting and likely to get him likes on social media.

He recorded a man feeding pigeons before being run off by a police officer.

He recorded some curator at a museum telling a wild fanfic idea at the Louvre.

He recorded a bunch of people chasing after a blond haired kid and screaming at the sight of him. Which...okay, weird?

Well, he'd known Paris would be weird. But he didn't think it'd be THIS weird.

But then THAT day happened. And what he thought was perhaps the silliest…even the downright dumbest thing ended up being what made him go viral in the last way he ever expected.

Some would consider it uncouth. Most would have just politely ignored it.

But Micheal was a young American with a need to record everything.

And he was already in his seat in a train waiting for it to depart for his next travel destination...only to be delayed due to some reason that he, not being French-speaking, didn't understand.

Ultimately, that made this the perfect combination of bored and impulsive in JUST the right way to achieve a miracle.

So when he heard what sounded like shouting and insane laughter coming from the bathroom on the train, Michael—in true American fashion, decided to record it.

"Dude, some guy has taken over one of the restrooms and is yelling like crazy!"

…and for the sheer hell of it, he started livestreaming.

And his chat started to come alive.

What's going on?

"The train's held up. My French isn't that good. An 'akuma' or something?"

What's an akuma?

He looked over his shoulder.

"I dunno. But that guy in the restroom has been shouting about it a lot."

On the other side of the door, the faint sound of yelling could be heard. Most of it garbled that Michael couldn't quite make out except for a few words.

"—akuma—"

"—Ladeebuug!"

What's he shouting?

"Something about Ladybugs and noir? Is he shooting a movie or complaining of a lack of pest control? Lol."

Out of all his vids and livestreams, he hadn't expected the one about some random making a scene in a bathroom to be the one that got attention, but more people were joining the chat and he saw his numbers rise more than they ever had.

"Wow. Okay. Didn't expect to get this level of response."

He made sure to keep the camera on the bathroom door the noises were coming from rather than himself. It was what the people wanted to see apparently and it allowed better audio quality.

What was perhaps the most interesting was that he started getting comments in French.

In all caps.

With many exclamation points.

Is this real!?

HAWK MOTH!

IT'S HAWK MOTH!

WHERE IS HE?!

"Hawk Moth? What?"

Then a particularly insistent commenter named LadyWifi joined and started to spam the chat.

Où est-ce?

Où est-ce?!!

OÙ EST-CE!!!

"Wait hold on. What?"

Où

où!

WHERE?!

WHERE IS IT

OÙ

wherewherewerewhere?!!!!!!!!11!!1

He balked at the repeated demands. Given the chat seemed to be repeatedly questioning where in English, he could only presume that's what they were asking in French, too. But he had no idea why and no explanation was forthcoming! Any attempts anyone made to tell him what was going on quickly got lost in the flood of comments demanding a location.

Before he could comment further though, his thoughts were interrupted by a cry of outrage from the restroom, loud enough to ring his ears.

Silence.

Then…

"Nooroo, detransform moi."

There was a strange sound from inside. Muffled, but distinct enough. Like how sparkles should sound? Something from one of those magical girl shows his little sister watches.

A click signaled the door unlocking.

"I think he's about to come out!"

The chat was going wild. Everyone commenting. Making random names? Maybe trying to guess who the person on the other side of the door was?

Then some blond guy in glasses and a really unfashionable suit came out of the restroom.

…and his livestream promptly exploded.

[hunieday]

Iori, Yuki, Touma 2024 Shuffle talk RabbiTV Episode 1

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

*Door opens*

Izumi Iori: Good morning...Uh. What are you doing, Yuki-san?

Izumi Iori: Wrapping your hands around Inumaru-san's biceps…

Inumaru Touma: Good morning! Izumi!

Yuki: Good morning, Iori-kun. Touma-kun said he’s been really into muscle training lately, so I was just checking him.

Izumi Iori: C-Checking him...?

Yuki: If you're aiming to be like Ryuunosuke-kun, maybe you still have ways to go.

Inumaru Touma: That’s right...! I'll work even harder!

Yuki: Yeah, keep it up.

Izumi Iori: What kind of conversation is this... I thought I walked into the wrong room for a second…

Yuki: This is the planning room for the "Monthly World Travel".

Izumi Iori: I am aware.

Inumaru Touma: Oh man, I'm looking forward to Taipei! It’s interesting that we’re going sightseeing and challenging ourselves on a mission at the same time.

Inumaru Touma: We decided the members for this project by drawing lots, but the combination of the three of us seems a bit unusual, doesn't it?

Izumi Iori: Yes, it does. We’re different types of people...

Izumi Iori: ...I'm starting to feel anxious.

Yuki: What's making you anxious?

Izumi Iori: Just, overall.

Inumaru Touma: Huh? And here I thought that a trip with the dependable Izumi and Yuki-san would be good…!

Yuki: I’m dependable?

Izumi Iori: Please don't ask me that question.

Inumaru Touma: You really are dependable! I’ve been recording and watching "NEXT Re:vale" a whole lot!

Inumaru Touma: Also, I saw the way you looked at us when we were on the show together. You were looking as if you were watching over us, and it made me straighten my back!

Yuki: Is that so. Thank you.

Yuki: Maybe because Momo was there.

Inumaru Touma: Momo-san?

Yuki: Yeah. Momo isn't with us this time so I'll have to make sure I don't space out.

Izumi Iori: ...Inumaru-san.

Inumaru Touma: Huh?

Izumi Iori: Let's do our best. We should cooperate.

Inumaru Touma: Y-Yeah...?

Yuki: We’ll have the power of a hundred people with IDOLiSH7’s brainiac Iori-kun and ŹOOĻ’s leader Touma-kun in here. (1)

Inumaru Touma: Hehe, thank you very much...! I hope I’ll be able to communicate with the locals in English at least? That's the only thing I'm a bit worried about.

Izumi Iori: I think you'll be fine. Do you have confidence in English, Inumaru-san?

Yuki: Your rap is usually so cool after all.

Izumi Iori: We have members who are fluent when they sing but completely terrible at speaking, though...

Inumaru Touma: Well, my English is just about average, but I can manage somehow! It's all about the flow and momentum!

Izumi Iori: It's really strange, but it seems like it...

Yuki: That's hilarious. Our group shouldn’t have trouble communicating with the locals then.

Inumaru Touma: Yeah! Since everyone here can speak English, I'll learn a lot of things!

Izumi Iori: ...Looking at Inumaru-san’s positive attitude is making me believe everything will work out fine.

Yuki: I'm counting on you, children. (2)

Yuki: Now let's hope it's not too hot.

[Cut to Taipei]

Izumi Iori: As expected… Taipei is bustling with tourists.

Yuki: That's right. 

Inumaru Touma: I was a little worried about the weather since the rainy season is right around the corner, but I’m glad it’s sunny!

Yuki: That’s right.

Izumi Iori: ...Are you okay, Yuki-san?

Yuki: I might not be right…

Inumaru Touma: Are you tired, Yuki-san? Want me to give you a piggyback ride?

Yuki: ...ŹOOĻ’s Inumaru Touma giving me a piggyback ride doesn’t sound too bad.

Izumi Iori: You don’t have to do that. This isn't "NEXT Re:vale" after all...

Yuki: You're right. But I'll suggest a segment where we carry someone and run to the finish line next time.

Inumaru Touma: Sounds fun! I think Tora would be the only one in ŹOOĻ who could carry me…!

Accompanying staff: Once again, thank you for joining us today! Here is the card containing the missions with hints written on it. We'll also give you a map of Taipei to explore around!

Inumaru Touma: Thank you very much! ...Uhh, the mission is... 

Inumaru Touma: "Make your way to the flower carpet!", or so the card says!

Izumi Iori: A carpet... in a flower field, perhaps. We should be able to narrow it down quite a bit this time of the year...

Yuki: The hint says "popular tourist spot," but the map we got doesn't seem to have anything that hints at it.

Inumaru Touma: Yeah... Then how about we go somewhere we can ask the locals?

Yuki: Good idea. Sounds like a task that fits Touma-kun's high communication skills.

Inumaru Touma: Thanks! How about Yongkang…jie? It says there are many restaurants to enjoy and walk around, there might even be some shopkeepers who know something!

Izumi Iori: ...I see, it’s Yǒngkāng jiē (Yongkang Street). I've heard that there are many stores here where Japanese is spoken because of the amount of Japanese tourists who visit, so we might be on the right track.

Yuki: Amazing, Iori-kun's extensive knowledge is coming into play now.

Yuki: Momo, our children are growing up splendidly.

Izumi Iori: What are you mumbling to the camera?

Inumaru Touma: Well then, let's go there for now! Yuki-san, you feeling better now?

Yuki: I'm fine. Let's just take it slow. It's hot.

Inumaru Touma: Yeah! Slow but steady wins the race or something. Izumi, if you’re in trouble, let me know right away! You look like the type who doesn't show that kinda thing on your face.

Izumi Iori: Oh, thank you...You truly are the one who keeps ŹOOĻ together, aren't you...

Yuki: Fufu. I'm glad we have this group after all.

End of Episode 1.

This is a pun on Momo’s name (Hundred), as he has a combination of Iori’s wits and Touma’s communication skills and leader status. 

Yuki says “kouhai-kun-tachi”, which sounds like a more endearing way to refer to his juniors with the addition of the “kun” honorifics commonly used for younger people, so I chose to translate it as children. You can still interpret it as “little juniors” if you wish!

[generational-atrophy]

helloooo can i humbly request the s/o liking their accent + voice but with romano and iceland? :) loved your other post with it!! good luck with exams by the way

hetalia romano and iceland with a s/o who loves their voice

0.3k words ~ gender neutral headcanons

tw: none!

a/n: this is a short one BCS I didn't have that much to say and I'm about t o pass out hi I love u guys

Romano

It's a good thing you're a sucker for Italian accents because Romano loves when girls swoon over his voice (Whenever a pretty tourist is around, he sounds like it's his first time speaking his English.) So, if he has the same effect on you, he abuses that privilege greatly.

“Qualcuno ti ha mai detto che hai un sorriso meraviglioso?”

“What?”

“Nothing, Bella~”

Anything he says to you is followed immediately by some random off-handed phrase in Italian, just because he knows how hot you find his voice. That habit keeps your attention, as well as his patience with the English language.

Plus, he's Italian, so he loves the sound of his own voice. Give him a good enough topic and he can rant for hours without you saying even a single word to encourage him.

He prefers S/Os that are a lot quieter than he is, so it's not uncommon for him to have a whole conversation with himself while you just listen. And when he knows he has an audience, even if it's you, his voice becomes painfully smooth and attractive. So, win-win, right?

Iceland

Wait, really? He... never expected anyone to tell him that. It seems like only yesterday that he sounded completely different, and he hasn't gotten used to having a more mature voice yet. That's partly why he's so quiet, he still finds his voice awkward and childish.

But really, his voice is perfectly soft. He's accidentally sent you to sleep more than once, but he assumed that was actually just an indication that he bored you.

“If me speaking bothers you that much... I will be quiet.”

“It doesn't bother me!”

“... I will be quiet anyway.”

He doesn't like talking. It's hard to get a more than 3-word text out of him, much less ramble; even if you beg. He doesn't really believe you when you say you like his voice.

Though, like with every compliment you give him, it makes him blush every time you bring it up. Plus, it does stay in the back of his mind... even if he won't indulge you.

[octuscle]

I wanted to say congratulations for your work, I really like your transformations into muscular Arabs, they are very good and I also like your writing style, it is really unique

Thanks a lot, buddy… Or should I say "sadiq"? I mean, no wonder you like these kinds of transformations. Anything that strengthens your people and weakens the infidel wimps is of course in your interest. What is the point of this statement? You are not an Arab? Then explain your circumcised cock to me first. Okay, yes, the blond hair is irritating… And the blue eyes… But the heavy Arabic accent in your English also clearly speaks for your Arab descent.

As you walk through the mall towards McDonald's, the soundscape begins to change. The soft, whispering background music gives way to an ever louder babble of voices. The skin color of the customers becomes darker. The hair gets darker. Anyone who is still blonde is usually carrying a camera and is a tourist. You are the exception. But you're not really blonde any more…

Where did you want to go again? Right, you need sesame curls for your tea room, you have to go to the bakery. Fortunately, you know the big bazaar like the back of your hand. The infidels like to get lost in the labyrinth of aisles and alleyways. But that's also your luck. Unlike most of the other traders here in the bazaar, you speak English quite well. And for a few dollars, you guide the tourists into your tea room first. And then outside.

The muezzin has just called the Asr. From now on, the bazaar empties quickly. You're quite honest, you don't pay much attention to religion. That's why you've never had a problem with tattoos and piercings. Your conservative parents and many customers think it's terrible. But you don't give a shit. You also trim your beard short and let your hair grow long instead.

Your last customer will have left in an hour. Then you'll lower the shutters, tidy up and clean. And then you'll hang out with your bruhs over a shisha. Life is great!

[phantoms-lair]

Fredogawa - Enter the PizzaPlex

@pixlokita you wanted more of this AU so Happy Birthday

((From my DCxFNAF:SB))

((Also I never posted part 2, so, uh...here?))

"So we are stuck here?" Freddy asked.

"For now." Conan looked annoyed. They were supposed to catch their connecting flight to Hawaii here, but a storm over the ocean was making it impossible. The clear blue skies around them just made the reason seem so incongruous. "Thankfully we're already in the states so we won't have our visas checked or anything. Especially since you look mostly Caucasian and we both speak perfect English."

"Your accent might need a bit more practice," Freddy said gently. "I have the advantage of switching my language module. Well, there is nothing we can do about the weather." Freddy shrugged gamely. "Why don't we 'do the tourist thing' until a flight is available to meet with your Great Aunt and Uncle."

That's one thing Conan appreciated about him. As an entertainment bot, he knew how to commit to a bit. They were impossible far away from anyone who might know them, but he kept their identities, as well as his parents identities relevant to theirs, up.

"Sure Dad. What's around here?" he asked, also staying in character.

"Let's see." Freddy pulled out his phone and did a quick search. "Oh." His entire demeanor fell.

"What's wrong?" Conan asked concerned. He'd seen few things get under his 'dad's' skin like this.

"The biggest tourist spot in this area is...a Freddy Fazbear's PizzaPlex."

Yeah, that would do it. "We don't have to go, I'm sure there are other things we could do."

"No, I - I want to see. what it could have been like? How many people get the chance to see what might have happened if their lives had gone according to plan. And this one is even bigger than the one in Japan. Here I - The other Freddy has a whole band. It is strange and frightening, but I want to see."

Conan wasn't sure if he could say the same. If he could see a different Kudo Shinichi who'd never been shrunk, never had to lie to Ran...all in all he'd just rather not. But this was Freddy's choice, not his. "Sure Dad, sounds like fun." He gave Freddy his "I'm a little kid smile, which Freddy returned with a genuine one.

The Pizzaplex wasn't far from the air pad, and when they got there both stared at the building for a moment. 'Bigger' was an understatement. The Pizzaplex in Beika was the size of a good sized restaurant. This was the size of a mall.

"Fazbear Entertainment must be doing well in America." Conan commented.

Freddy nodded. "Shall we?"

Conan held his hand, slipping his face into that of a little kid excited for an afternoon with his father. They walked through the giant glass doors and that where everything went wrong.

They had barely stepped foot into the Pizzaplex when Conan froze in place. Freddy did a quick scan of his son and noticed in addition to his paling skin his heartrate had skyrocketed and his breathing had quickened to a worrying degree.

He knelt down next to his son. "Conan, are you okay?"

He wasn't sure what he expected, but it wasn't for Conan to grab onto him like a koala, gripping his clothes in fear while small sniffles escaped from him. None of this was standard Conan behavior.

"Is your son alright?" a concerned lady in a Fazbear uniform asked.

"I think he's overwhelmed." he responded, wondering why the woman suddenly looked surprised." He stood, holding Conan to him. "I'll take him to the parking lot and see if that helps."

Thankfully as soon as he exited the doors Conan's death grip on him relaxed, thought it wasn't gone completely. His breathing evened out and his pulse rate dropped to normal.

"Hey there, superstar. You okay?" Freddy asked, rubbing Conan's back soothingly.

"No." Conan croaked. He took several deep breaths before he continued. "I...I've trained my detective instincts a lot."

"You have," Freddy agreed.

"And I've gotten them to the point where if someone's feeling a large amount of bloodlust or malice I can tell. Not who, and it wouldn't be permissible evidence in court even if I did know who, but...I don't feel it everytime but when I do it's never wrong."

That didn't sound like something that should be physically possible to Freddy, but now wasn't the time for that. "Is that what happened when you entered the building?"

But Conan shook his head. "No, it was.." Haibara used smell as her example, and Freddy was made to be a musician. "Think of it like a sound. Usually when I pick up on malice it's like a sudden note out of silence, a stinger on a violin. It's shocking and I have to pay attention to it. Walking into the Pizzaplex..." Conan gulped. "It was like stepping out of a sensory deprivation chamber into a cacophony. Loud horns, screeching violins, hands slamming on a keyboard. A thousand overwhelming notes of malice, death, violence. And they just kept playing. I've never felt anything even remotely resembling that."

"Do you think something bad is going to happen?" Freddy asked gravely.

"I think," Conan gulped, trying to make sense of the whirling feelings going on inside him. "I think something bads been happening for a while."

"Can we tell to the police?"

"No. We have no evidence other than me having a panic attack, which they'll be even less likely to listen to due to my age. And if they look into either of us they might realize we entered the country illegally."

Freddy thought a moment. Then he sighed. He wanted nothing more than to lick up his son, turn his back, and leave this place forever. But the thought of leaving victims, most likely children, made his servos twist. And he knew his son. Knew if he tried to leave Conan would just turn around and sneak back in to handle it himself. And the thought of Conan going there alone if this was anything like was happened at his Pizzaplex..."We are leaving."

Conan opened his mouth to argue.

"For now." Freddy appended. "We will get food and rest and give you time to recover. We will return shortly before the last big show. If we cannot find anything to give to the police, we will hide until closing in one of the recharge chambers. Though I have been altered to no longer require them, I should still register as a Fazbear Entertainment Animatronic and you would not be harmed in my stomach hatch. We can investigate after it is clear. The Pizzaplex is hugely busy. If something bad is ongoing, it will not be happening during opening hours."

"Thank you," Conan whispered.

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano, Please? Part 3

Word count: 1.3K A/N: Just an FYI, I don't usually upload twice a day, I just felt particularly inspired today. As always, italics in quotation marks signify the speaking is using romanian dialect.

Y/N's POV:

I gotta admit. It hurt when Jenna didn't send me a text immediately. It's been two days, and still nothing.

Maybe it was a meaningless banter. Oh well. I guess I just really thought something could come out of it.

"What are you sulking about?" Nessa asks me one day after our shift. 

"I'm not sulking, I'm just a little sad because I didn't get a text from someone," I explain, "It's not like she owed me a text or anything, but I don't have to be ecstatic over the fact that she hasn't done so."

"Oh my god, you're into the American one," Nessa exclaims, "I knew it! I mean, she's gorgeous. Like if I were into girls I would definitely be into her." I take a sip of my cortado (half espresso, half milk) as I listen.

"Well in any case, she's probably not interested."

"Stop sulking, Y/N," Nessa scolds me, "Let's do something fun. Gotta get your mind off of this girl."

Since our shift just ended, and we have a whole afternoon ahead of us, Nessa and I take her car to Predeal, the closest thing to a modern city we have around here.

It's about seven miles, so about twenty minute drive. The town's mostly filled with ski resorts, but there's a few fun places to shop.

A great deal of the afternoon is spent sitting outside a store judging the tourists. 

"Oh my god she's probably saying something stupid like, 'I know it's winter but my husband will love this hawaiian T-shirt I bought in Romania,'" Nessa mimics the normal thought process of the typical tourist.

"This guy's even worse though,"  I stifle a laugh, mocking his actions.

After a thorough mockery of all of the Predeal tourists, we head back to our town, content with our afternoon.

I still haven't stopped thinking about Jenna, though. I wish I could have gotten to know her better. It's so nice to finally have someone I can talk to in English.

All I can do is hope that she comes back to the shop. Even then though, she probably won't want much to do with me.

Nessa drops me off at my apartment, waving goodbye. Almost instantly, I shed my winter coat, relieved by the warmth of the building.

The first thing I do is turn on the TV and open Netflix. A new baking show just dropped, and I'm not the type to turn down new entertainment.

The show turns out to be a combination of baking and engineering. It seems cool, but it's hard to tell from the first episode.

My phone lights up with a bright reminder Remember to feed Cupid!

Sighing, I get up from the couch and grab my fish flakes.

Cupid is my purple betta fish. She's about a year old and as of yet hasn't had too many health issues, which is super lucky for both of us. She's at the point where she recognizes my face. So when I go up to the tank, fish feed in hand, she eagerly swims up to the glass.

"Hey Cupid," I laugh, sprinkling some food into the tank.

After feeding her, I head back to the couch, where I continue watching my cooking show. Before I know it, I'm five episodes in and the sun is starting to set. I look out of the window, trying to gauge the temperature and weather condition.

It's a fairly clear twilight right now. There's a good chance I'll get to see stars tonight. Actually, I've decided I will see stars tonight.

I don my winter coat and make my way down the apartment complex stairs. One of the perks of not living in a huge city is that I can see the night sky beautifully.

One of my favorite places in town is on the outer edges of it. At this point, all of the buildings are housing, be it apartments or actual houses. The long stretches of pavement are perfect for strolling down while admiring the night. 

Not a lot of people choose to come out here late at night, which is honestly their loss. I wouldn't necessarily say I'm super into nature and the great outdoors, but when I am outside, I can find an appreciation for my surroundings.

So that's how I found myself strolling the streets of Bușteni Romania, not looking at the cement in front of me.

BAM! I find myself crashing into another person, almost knocking both of us over.

"Fuck, I am so sorry," I find myself defaulting to english, "I- I mean, I'm so sorry, are you okay?"

"Y/N?" A familiar voice asks.

"Jenna?" It may be dark, but I can just barely see the details of her face. God I hope she's not mad.

"Yep, it's me," I hear her faintly laugh.

"Are you okay? I almost knocked you over."

"I'm okay, just a little rattled."

"Sorry for that again," I apologize, "I should have been watching where I was going." 

"You could make it up to me by walking me to my apartment?" she offers.

"I'd like nothing more," I laugh, linking my arm with hers and we start to walk.

"So, Y/N, tell me about yourself," she starts the conversation.

"Well, my name's Y/N L/N, I work at a coffee shop. I speak English and Romanian, which is useful for when people like you come to the shop."

"I know that stuff," she interrupts me, "what do you like to do outside of work?"

"You know, the normal things, be around the people I care about, watch shows, I read sometimes, listen to music, that kind of stuff. What about you?"

"Well for starters, I'm Jenna Ortega, I also love to read and listen to music," she tells me, "I also like to write though, I have like, twenty scripts and stories sitting in my FinalDraft™ folder."

"Damn, you must really like writing," I respond, "that's pretty awesome."

"I guess so," she shrugs.

"Have you ever considered publishing your work?" I ask.

"Yeah, I actually published a book called It's All Love," she answers proudly.

"That's like, the coolest thing anyone's said to me all day," I tell her.

"I guess I'm just a cool person," she jokes, "I'm kidding, I'm kidding, only an arrogant person would say that."

"No, you have reason to say, it. You're a published author, the lead in a TV show, and fun to talk to. Don't discredit your own awesome-ness." 

She laughs, "thanks for saying that."

"Sure thing." 

"So, does your offer to take me around town sometime still stand?" she changes the subject.

"I'm a woman of my word, Jenna, if you still want a tour, you have my number," I remind her, trying to sound kind and cool at the same time. Which is kind of challenging.

"Oh my god, I forgot to text you, didn't I," she gasps, "I'm so so sorry, Y/N. I've just had so much going on." She starts to talk herself into a panic, "I have work for like, eight hours a day, plus cello lessons, plus german and fencing, it's just so much." If I had known how busy she was I never would have felt so hurt. That must be so overwhelming.

"Hey, it's okay, I'm not mad about it." Which is true. 

"That's such a relief," she exhales, "again, I'm so sorry."

"Hey, Jenna, it's okay. How about the next time you have a day off, we get in touch and I take you around town."

"Well, conveniently enough, my next day off is tomorrow, so how about I see you then?" she offers.

"I wouldn't be opposed to that," I smile, doing my best to hide how excited I am for this.

"Well this is my place," she announces, "thank you for walking me home." 

"Anytime," I reply, sad to know the night is ending. She heads through the door to her apartment, leaving me to walk the short five minutes to my apartment alone.

As soon as I get home, I dash to my bedroom, putting on pyjamas and getting ready for bed. I'm tired from the day. At at the same time, I'm so happy I got to see Jenna. I'm so excited that she wants to see me again, maybe tomorrow! I can't wait to get to know her better.

My phone lights up with a text from a new number

                       +1 ***-***-****

Does 11 AM tomorrow work for you?

-Jenna

I smile, quickly texting back 

                               Sure thing, see ya then :)

I can hardly wait.

[simplyjake]

Enha hyungs with filo!reader

summary: meeting the fam and visiting the philippines with your lovely boyfriend!

a/n: this is VERY self indulgent yall. im filo-american

i think its fully gn!reader.. let me know of any mistakes!

Heeseung

All da titas LUV hee

Girl atp during your family parties

You enter and ur man isnt with you

“Anako where is your boyfriend”

Like damn my bad tita i thought you wanted to see me more

Yk… your niece/nephew

The younger kids love him

Hes the life of the party

This goes without saying but you teach him a lot of tagalog

Or whatever dialect you speak!

You taught him putangina mo and he hasnt stopped saying it since omg

“Yo jake”

“Hmm?”

“Putang ina mo”

LOLLLLL

You teach him how to make your favorite meals

I think heeseung would really enjoy bibingka 

Though let me just say

Good luck getting your man back during a party fr like

If hes not doing karaoke w the titas, hes playing mahjong with the uncles, if not them your older cousins steal him to game and the young kids love playing house with him

And once you found him with one of your cousins babies in the room as he sings them to sleep 

like which one gave him that baby please..

Jay

Okay so jay

When you brought him to the philippines for the first time

Pookie LIVED at the mall of asia let me tell you

Like honey we still gotta do everything else

Jay would love baguio too

Doesnt even care if they are over paying him for the taho he LOVES IT

“Jay pls stop talking to them in english theyre overcharging u”

“Womp womp i dont care this street food is fire” 

Did he fr just womp womp you…

He said this after getting said taho

You made sure he knew how to bless the elderly before you meet everyone

And he makes sure he does it to all the lolas and lolos in your family!

Hes just in awe with the country and how pretty it is

He asks your parent how to cook some of your fav dishes

Just so he can make it at home whenever you feel homesick

He actually had to buy a THIRD luggage for yall cus he would not stop buying souvenirs and clothes when you went.

I think jays fav filo dish would be balatong idk

I dont make the rules

Tbh i kinda do

Anywho

After the trip jay has a talk with you

He really wants to have a house there for whenever you visit and have it be next to your family home :( so cute

Makes plans to propose at your favorite place in the ph!!

Jake

Ok jake

The titos LOVE jake

Honorary filipino of the family fs

Your younger girl cousins are all over him HELP

“Can i have my man back”

“No.”

“You heard them y/n, i guess i have to stay with her”

Oh hes sick

Constantly offered your lola to help cook 

She said no plenty of times but he wouldnt take no for an answer!

You took him to visit paoay 

LOVED IT THERE

Jollibees number one fan

LIVES for the pineapple quencher got it anytime he ordered

Hesitant on the cheese and ube pie

Ended up buying like two during the visits

Jake love love loves igado

Its now one of his favorite dishes

His fav dish tho was the empanadas by the small shop near your house

After the trip he is now officially in the gc u nd ur cousins have

He was already planning your next trip back

Even though youre halfway through this one

Like babe let's maybe finish this before anything else ok?

Sunghoon

Since hes a bit on the quieter side

Hed be a bit awkward meeting everyone first 

If you're in a filo family yk how they are when you bring a man home oml..

But in the end

He fits in well with your family fr

Also hot take

I think sunghoon loves balut 

I cant remember if any of the enha members have tried it before so forgive me

But i just feel he woul enjoy it the most

Loved the beach trips you and him would take 

He buys the silly “I love the Philippines” shirts

Gets a few little trinkets to display around the house

Became friends with your tourist guide

Now they follow each other on facebook

Based off true events

Talkative s/o and bf who listens

You tell him all about the history of the places you visit

And he looks at you absorbing all the info you tell him

[yasmimkilleruwu]

{Old drawing}

Sorry for the writing errors, there will probably be many. {I wrote a lot of things, so my translator dies to translate it into English.}

•Fun facts about Heartless The Proxy {And about her story.}

Since she was little, Michelly didn't have much sympathy or care about other people, she only cared about people who were really important to her and there were only 2 of them, she wouldn't care if someone got hurt or was in a life or death situation in front of her, she would just ignore the person because that person was not important and did not affect her. She got involved in fights a lot, with girls and boys, which is why she was expelled from a school after beating a boy and a girl, and her sister and uncle had to teach her at home.

She knows how to play the violin, guitar and piano, as her sister taught her, she also knows how to fight some types of fight and knows how to shoot very well as her uncle taught her, she knows how to use some weapons such as nunchaku and bow and arrow. Michelly's sister didn't like her learning these things from her uncle, because Michelly was normally aggressive towards other people and because Michelly appeared with several injuries, because of the "training" that her uncle did, so her sister and Michelly's uncle always argued, while Michelly's sister wanted her to do something that wouldn't hurt her, her uncle wanted her and always said that Michelly would be a fighter.

Where Michelly lived was in the middle of a forest, because Michelly's relatives liked being outdoors and hunting animals, so Michelly used to go out for walks in the forest or pass by the gas station that had a little store that sold a lot of things, this gas station was very popular with tourists, in addition to the gas station there were small hotels for tourists to stay for the night. On one of these walks, Michelly noticed that there was something following her, but she couldn't see or locate the thing, she could only hear some noises and squeaks, so she quickly went back home and locked herself there, this happened several times and she always she felt the same feeling of dread and fear, this also happened when she was a child and she always ran away, but it didn't happen as often as now.

Michelly suffers physical and psychological abuse from her brother who blames her for the death of their mother, she has suffered this abuse since she was little and this ended up affecting her psychologically, with this abuse Michelly ended up being diagnosed very young with dissociative identity disorder, the psychiatrist who diagnosed, she said that she has a total of 2 personalities, but that only one appeared frequently and the other very rarely.

This personality that appears most, is very aggressive, she has already attacked many people, including doctors, this personality has no name because she doesn't talk much and when she does talk she doesn't give information about herself, but she knows everything that happens, even not being in control of Michelly's body.

This personality was no longer appearing so frequently, only a few times, as Michelly was undergoing treatment, but it returned and got much worse when Michelly's sister ended up having an accident and ended up dying, it got so much worse that Michelly ended up being admitted to the hospital for some time, after having self-harmed, she was going through a very difficult time and was very unstable, there were days when she seemed to be dead, she didn't move, didn't eat and didn't speak, she just lay motionless on the bed hospital, staring at a place and only stopping looking when someone touched her.

On one of those days when she was in the hospital, one of her caregivers took her to the patio and left her sitting on one of the benches outside, everything was going well, until the caregiver had to leave and go do something. related to work, leaving Michelly alone, Michelly was just looking at the sky there was nothing cool or interesting in the courtyard, but something caught Michelly's attention, it was a boy under 10 years old, he was holding a sheet of paper with scribbles in his hands, he came to Michelly and offered her to take it and when she took it and looked at the paper, she saw some kind of tall creature with no face, it was white with tentacles coming out of its back, and wore a suit, the creature was in the middle of the drawing and around it were several children smiling, Michelly did not understand the drawing and when she looked at the boy again, Michelly's eyes were filled with horror and fear when she saw the boy completely disfigured. The caregivers went to the courtyard as soon as they heard Michelly crying and screaming desperately, the only way they found to calm her down was to sedate her.

{I was going to post this answering a question in my inbox, but there was a problem with the post and it didn't post.}

[callofdutyma]

Foreigner

Kurokawa Izana x Fem Reader

Walking along the trail in the park, you take in the sights and sounds around you, snapping pictures of the beautiful scenery. You’re currently in Japan sightseeing, you’ve wanted to come here for a long time, and on New Years, you vowed that you’d actually do it despite barely knowing any Japanese.

As you round a bend in the path, you see a young man sitting on a bench, his elbows resting on his knees and his chin in his palms. He looks up as you approach, and you can't help but notice how handsome he is. He has a tanned complexion and a toned build, with striking purple eyes that stand out against his skin. His white hair is styled into an undercut that suits him perfectly, and he's wearing Hanafuda-derived earrings that dangle from his ears, adding to his unique style. Suddenly, he says "konichiwa" to you, and you stop in your tracks, surprised. You return the greeting, and he starts speaking in more Japanese, but you don't understand him. 

“Gomen nasai, I don’t understand.” You say. 

Izana stands up, he walks over to you and stares down at you without a greeting. You seem a little surprised as he walks closer, wondering why he was doing so. His purple eyes seemed to almost glow as they reflected the light of the setting sun. However, you didn't have long to admire his looks as he seemed impatient when he looked down at you with his blank purple eyes. He stared at you for a few more seconds before he spoke, “so you’re a foreigner?” 

Your eyes widen slightly and you pause for a moment, caught off guard by him suddenly speaking to you in English. After a moment you speak, “you.. you can speak English?” 

He seemed surprised at your expression, and he couldn’t help but stare as if it wasn't everyday he came across a foreigner. “Yes. I know English. Are you surprised?” He asked as he continued to stare at you, his words sounding flat, like he didn't care for them or didn't have a reason to care for them. 

“Yeah I am.. i’ve tried speaking to some people here but they couldn’t understand me. I’m in Japan for a week, and I only know a bit of basic Japanese.. so it’s refreshing to meet someone who can speak english.” You smile. 

You seemed to brighten up his mood slightly, as he cracks a small smile, even if just for a few seconds. He still seemed somewhat monotone, even if he was clearly trying to lighten up his attitude in response to yours. It seemed to take a lot of energy for him to smile. "Tourist, huh? well, what do you think of this city? is it to your liking?" His expression seemed to shift into slight curiosity, staring down at you in the same manner as before, only slightly less intimidating.

“It’s beautiful, I love it!” You beam, then you try the Japanese equivalent, “utsukushii desu, suki desu..?” 

“That’s good. Nice job.” He says, then he speaks again after a moment, “would you like to see more of the city? it’s not everyday that I run into a foreigner.. not that i'm complaining, of course." He spoke in his usual monotone voice with a careless expression, showing no signs of emotion or change in the way he spoke. You can tell by the way he speaks that he must think very highly of himself. He wasn't going to give you a proper greeting or proper attitude, but still, he seemed curious to show off the city to you. 

“You.. wanna spend time with me?” You say, your voice is a little hesitant, but there’s a hint of excitement. You can’t help but feel intrigued by this mysterious stranger and the possibility of exploring the city with him. 

He stared at you for a few seconds, almost as if he was surprised. Did he? He paused, seeming to think it over before speaking once again. “I could do that.” In classic Izana style, his flat and monotone voice carried over his words without a hint of emotion. It made you wonder if it was even possible for him to feel things, or if he was just always this emotionless. 

“Sure, I’d really like that.” You reply with a smile, “i’m y/n by the way.. what’s your name?”

“My name is Izana. Izana Kurokawa.” He simply continued to stare at you. He gave no facial expressions or changes to his tone, only his voice and eyes carrying over his words as he said them in his usual manner. “Follow me.” He simply turned and started walking to an unknown destination. It was up to you to follow after him or not. 

“Okay.” As you follow Izana, you feel a sense of unease wash over you. You can't help but wonder where he's taking you and what his intentions might be. 

You were completely right to feel uneasy as Izana continued down the road, leading you who-knows-where.. His pace was quick, yet steady, like he didn't seem to be worried about losing you or you losing him. The fact he had a complete disregard for you was rather frightening. “So what brings you to Japan?” He suddenly spoke up once again in his usual manner like he was continuing off a previous conversation, his purple eyes piercing into you as you both walk side by side. 

“I’ve always wanted to come here sightseeing.. and also.. to try the food.” 

“I see. So you must know a thing or two about Japan, huh?” His pace and tone still made him sound serious as he spoke, but there was a slight change in his words, as you could tell by his slight smirk and almost teasing tone when he asked if you knew about the country. 

“I did my research.” You smile. 

He continues to look straight ahead as he walks, and silence fills the air once again. You decide to ask him something, “so.. what do you do?” 

He side eyed you for a long while before he finally spoke, sounding a little annoyed at the question, “why do you want to know?” He didn't seem to like talking about himself all too much. His expression stayed unchanged, as did his manner of speaking. It was up to you to try to break the wall that he seemed to have put up. 

You notice his reluctancy to answer, “um.. no reason, nevermind.” You say, not wanting to overstep.

He turns his head and continues to stare ahead with his blank purple eyes as he speaks with a slight grin on his face, and they’re now in the part of the city where all of the stores, restaurants and tourist attractions are. “So.. do you have anything you wanna do? or any places you wanna see? any restaurants you wanna eat at?”

“Well, I am pretty hungry.” You smile.

He stared at you for a few seconds before speaking, “that’s great, I know a great restaurant that isn’t too far from here.” 

“Really? that sounds good.. so, will you be joining me to eat or will you just be showing it to me?” 

He seemed surprised yet slightly amused by your question. He looks at you in a way that almost implied he thought of you as naive as you stared and smiled up at him, his purple eyes not showing any emotion. He looks back ahead of him, seeming to think about your request for a few seconds, “i’ll join you.” It was as if he wasn't too pleased about it, his words and tone sounding annoyed by the request, as if he was a god that had to lower himself to join the mere mortal. 

“Really? i’m so happy, thank you.” You beam. 

“Well, you must be thrilled to have the honour of my company.. I don't often eat with anyone. I'm a very private person, but you’re an exception, so I decided to break my rules.. consider yourself lucky.” His tone is sarcastic and teasing.

You raise an eyebrow, “really? why me?” 

He stares at you from the side, his lips curving slightly into a small but playful smile. His eyes still remained their usual cold purple hues. “Well.. you’re a foreigner are you not? you’re unique.. consider yourself lucky to be in my presence.” He continued on with his usual teasing words and tone, acting as if he was this special person that should be worshiped. 

“I see..” You flash a closed eye smile, but then the smile gets wiped off of your face when you remember what you’re wearing. You look down with widened eyes, “oh no! I can’t go to a fancy restaurant like this! I need to go buy something special first!” 

He stares at you from the side with his blank purple eyes as he walks, before finally speaking in a cold but serious tone once again, "do you wanna go buy clothes? I can wait if you do.. but you can also stay dressed in casual clothes if you want, i'm not one to judge. I simply wear what's comfortable.. but I understand if you want to get a more... presentable outfit before we go and eat." His expression stayed the same as he spoke, his eyes just as blank as before. It seemed like he was saying this purely because he had to rather than wanted to. 

“It shouldn’t take long.. wanna come and help me pick something out?” 

Izana turns his attention ahead of him once again, then he speaks, “fine,” he pauses for a moment, and his tone becomes a bit less rude and arrogant, “I'll come.”

As you and Izana arrive at the fashion store, you're immediately struck by the vibrant colours and bold patterns on display in the window. You open the door, and the bell chimes as you walk in. The store is filled with racks of clothing, each one overflowing with dresses, blouses, and skirts in a variety of styles.

Together, you make your way through the store, browsing through the different sections and admiring the various styles on display. You grab a handful of dresses and make your way to the dressing room, eager to try them on. Izana sits down on the bench outside of the changing room to wait for you.

You undress and then slip on the first dress, a stunning blue number with a fitted bodice and a flowing skirt. It's beautiful, but something about it doesn't quite feel right. You try on a few more dresses, each one more stunning than the last, but they still don’t feel right. Finally, you try on the last dress you picked. 

Izana stares ahead while he sits and waits for you. He didn’t like waiting nor being at the fashion store in general, he was just there for your sake. Despite being irritated that he had to wait for you, he stayed quiet and kept the blank look on his face. He didn’t really care about what clothes you were gonna pick, as your taste in dresses didn’t concern him. 

You slip into the dress, it’s a tight black dress with a lace hem, and as you look at yourself in the mirror, you can't help but smile. The dress hugs your curves in all the right places, making you feel confident and sexy. You twirl around, admiring the way the lace hem flutters around your legs, and you know that this is the one.

You walk out of the changing room and stand in front of Izana, “what do you think?” you say.

Izana gazes at you with his dull purple eyes that trail up and down your body. His tone sounded blunt and straightforward as he spoke, “that’s a good dress, you have good taste.” 

You turn around and look into the mirror on the changing room door, you run your hands over your body, flattening out the dress against your curves. 

His eyes follow your body, staring as you did so. The usual blank look on his face changed slightly, almost giving you a glimpse of some sort of attraction before he clears his throat and suddenly frowns, his blank look returning once again as he speaks, “are you buying it? He sounded almost impatient, as if he wanted to get going already. His normal cold attitude seemed to resurface, making him seem annoyed by the fact you needed to buy clothes to begin with.

“I am.” You smile. You walk over to the counter where you rip off the tag and hand it to the associate. She takes the tag and scans it. When she tells you the cost, you open your wallet and pull out the money, handing it to her. She gives you your receipt and you shove it in your wallet. “Alright, let’s go to the restaurant.” You say eagerly, and you both walk out of the store.

Izana stares at you in the dress again for a few seconds as you walk, before he focuses his attention back ahead of him and continues on with the same blank, lifeless expression. He didn't seem to be in as much of a hurry as before, he tried to make it seem as if the fact you even bought clothes had somewhat quelled his irritation. 

As you and Izana make your way to the restaurant, you begin to fidget with your hair, unsure of how to style it. You lift your hair, exposing your neck, "Izana, do you think I should put my hair up like this?" You ask, then you drop your hair and shift it all to one side, exposing your neck once again, "or should I leave it down but to the side, like this?"

His blank, lifeless eyes suddenly snapped to focus on you. His eyes glue to your neck, like he couldn't take them off of what he was seeing. He gulps, before the blank look on his face returns once again as he speaks, “leave it, it’s so much better down.”

“So.. to the side? like this?” You run your fingers through your hair to fix it better. 

His eyes follow your hair as you move it, as if he was hypnotized by it for some reason. “That’s good, it suits you.” He says, and his usual cold and arrogant attitude has somewhat disappeared, instead being replaced with something that seemed almost like admiration or interest. His dull purple eyes seemed to even have some sort of glow to them now, although it was hardly visible. He liked what he was seeing.

“Thanks. I’ll leave it like this then.” You smile. 

The two of you arrive at the restaurant soon after. Izana stares ahead once again, walking up to the door and opening it for you. “Ladies first.” He spoke with a slight smirk and a twinge of teasing. He seemed to be treating you like a.. lady, strange for someone as disrespectful as him. 

“Thank you Izana.” You smile. 

“No problem.” He says with a playful tone. He holds the door open and his eyes move down your back as he watches you walk into the restaurant. He watches your every move, his blank purple eyes not being very subtle at all. 

When you enter the restaurant, the warm and inviting atmosphere immediately engulfs you. The air is filled with the tantalizing aroma of savoury spices, sizzling steaks, roasted vegetables, and more, making your mouth water in anticipation. The soft glow of candlelight illuminates the room, casting a romantic and intimate ambiance over the entire restaurant. You can hear the gentle murmur of conversation and soft music playing in the background, making you feel at ease and relaxed. 

You both make your way to a booth, and Izana sits across from you. You each pick up the menus, and scroll through the variety of options. Shortly after, he speaks, his usual cold and arrogant tone returns, “ready to order?” 

“I am.” You smile. 

“Good.” He almost sounded eager to get the meal done and over with now. A slight smile comes across his face, almost looking down on you with those cold, lifeless eyes. He signals over the waitress and you say your pick to Izana. He orders yours and his in Japanese and the waitress writes it down and nods, before she leaves to give the orders to the kitchen staff. 

Izana stares straight ahead, seeming to be deep in thought now. “Have you been anywhere else besides Japan?” He says, his voice still slightly cold and arrogant, though he sounds a bit more friendly. 

“I haven’t actually. This is my first time being outside of my country.” 

He stares straight at you with his cold and judgmental eyes, "I see.” 

“How about you? have you been outside of Japan? you speak English, is there any other languages you speak?” You ask. 

His eyes look at you with that slight arrogant judgement in them. “I haven’t been outside of Japan.. and yes, I speak Japanese, Filipino and English.” 

“You speak Filipino?” 

“Yeah.. I am half filipino after all..” 

“Wow, I didn’t know..” You chuckle awkwardly. 

Izana’s lips curl up into a very slight smile, then the waitress comes back with the food. She places it on the table and says enjoy in Japanese, before she takes her leave to tend to the other customers. 

He looks at the food, making a slight face when he saw what’s on the plate, “they got my order wrong.. again.” He spoke in an irritated tone. "I suppose i'll take it this time and tell them about the mistake later."

“Are you sure? i’m sure they’d change it for you if you told them.” You suggest. 

He stares at you with a slight smirk before speaking with a bit more attitude than before, "you think I like to deal with people? people are annoying and always make mistakes, they're not worth the time and effort.” He was speaking as if he thought he was better than everyone else around him, even you. He seemed to be very condescending and arrogant with his words. 

“I see..” Your face is blank as you say this, but then you flash a closed eye smile. 

His cold, blank expression changed to one of slight curiosity as you smiled, as if it surprised him, even a little. “Something amusing you?” He says, he was almost starting to get a little annoyed with what you were doing, but he still had some sort of interest in you as he continued to stare at you, his eyes not leaving your face. 

“Not really.” You continue smiling. You take a bite of your food, “mm, this is really good!” 

He continued to stare, watching as you took a bite of your food and enjoyed it. He got lost staring at you and your smile. You take a sip of your drink, unsure of what to say to him.

He stared on in silence as you took a sip from your drink. His usual cold and arrogant expression slightly wavered. He was drawn in by your beauty for some reason, and couldn’t take his eyes off of you as he reluctantly ate some of his food.

The waitress comes back over to the table and politely asks if everything’s good in Japanese. 

A slight look of annoyance came over Izana as he was distracted for a moment and pulled out of his gaze when the waitress spoke, having to answer her question. “Yes.. it’s all fine.” He returns in Japanese with a blunt and indifferent tone, almost sounding annoyed to have to answer her. You don’t understand what he’s saying, but you can tell he isn’t being polite. Once she leaves, his attention returns to you once again.

You can’t help but wonder why he’s staring at you so much without speaking, “is something wrong?” 

His eyes snap out of his little trance when you speak to him. He got a little annoyed once again, his eyes still in their cold, lifeless state, with his usual arrogant attitude, “no, there's nothing wrong.. i’m just staring at you, is all.” 

“What.. never seen a foreigner up this close before?” you joke.

He took that joke with a bit of annoyance, his cold and blunt tone of voice seemingly confirming this, “if you would stop speaking so much, that’d be great..” He wasn't trying to hide his irritation at this point. 

“Oh.. okay..” You say, then you go silent, feeling somewhat hurt by his words as you go back to eating your food. 

He stared at you for a while, his eyes not moving from that cold and judgmental look. His dull, blank purple eyes were now glowing slightly, as if he had some sort of strange obsession with just you. His eyes were watching every move you made, almost studying them. He didn't look at you as a person, more as if he was analyzing you and watching your every move. 

You look down at your plate, not meeting his gaze. Your beautiful face was radiating melancholy in response to his words. You take another bite, remaining silent. 

Izana’s eyes were not only judgemental now, but they also had a sinister look to them, as he looked at you with a bit of disgust. 

You look out the window of the restaurant, the sun is setting and casting a beautiful golden glow over your skin. You look like a goddess in the light of golden hour. 

He watches in silence as you look out the window, his eyes not leaving you for a second. He stares at you with his usual cold and ruthless eyes that now had a look of hunger in them. It was almost like you were a piece of meat and he was a predator getting ready to devour you. 

The golden glow makes you look incredibly beautiful and your eyes sparkle when you meet his, where you flash him your gorgeous smile. 

He seemed shocked when you smiled, almost like your beauty froze him in his place. He was almost like that of a statue as he stared at you, with those now glowing eyes of his. He was now staring you down almost lustfully. His eyes were no longer filled with the judgment and coldness from before. He now looked at you in a whole different way. A way that was a bit more sinister and a little perverted. 

You decide to break the silence with small talk, “the sunset sure is pretty.. huh?” You say, and then take another bite of your food. 

He suddenly snapped out of that strange spell you seemed to have put him in. After you spoke, he regained his usual cold and arrogant attitude, his eyes now losing their glimmer. “Yeah, it’s not bad.” He spoke casually and indifferently as he looked at the sunset like you did, he didn’t care too much about it, and he turns his attention back on to you. His eyes still somewhat judge you harshly, showing all sorts of emotions as your beauty grabbed his attention. 

You take another sip of your drink. 

“She’s just.. so beautiful.” He couldn't help but think, there was just something about you that drew him in. It was something he didn't want to resist. It was almost like he didn't want anyone else to take you away from him. He was almost possessive and jealous of everyone around you. 

“How’s your food?” You ask.

“It’s fine.” He spoke in a blunt and indifferent tone once again. His usual cold attitude slightly faded away as he spoke to you. His dull, lifeless eyes were now starting to become more alive, with them looking almost.. warm? Almost as if they were warming up to you little by little. He started to enjoy your company, even as he still judged every move you made with those purple eyes of his, but he was now looking at you with a hint of admiration. 

“Want some of mine?” You look down at your plate.

“No.” He was blunt and quick as you asked him, his tone a bit sharp even, as if your question annoyed him for some reason. “Why would I want yours when mine is just as fine?” 

You frown, “right.. my bad.” 

The waitress comes back over and checks in on the both of you, asking if you need anything else at the moment in Japanese once again. You don’t understand.

“No, we don't need anything else.. why do you keep asking?” He questions in Japanese with a cold and blunt tone, seeming annoyed, and once again you don’t know what he’s saying. A faint look of irritation flashed before he was able to suppress it, his judging eyes gave the waitress a cold glare, while he holds his head up high, his dull, lifeless purple eyes look at her almost like she was nothing but dirt. It seemed he never learned how to be nice. 

The waitress apologizes, and says it’s part of her job to double check on the customers. The only part you understood was “sumimasen,” which is a polite apology. 

He flashed the waitress another look of annoyance, “that’s fine..” He said in a casual and dismissive tone. 

The waitress leaves your table and goes on to checking in on the other customers. Izana sighs a bit, as if he finally got rid of her. After she left, he shifted his attention back to you, and he takes a sip of his drink.

Suddenly a thought comes to your mind, and you can’t help but blush, “so.. is this a date?” You ask, hopeful. 

His eyes widened slightly in surprise for a second when you asked him the question, he places down his drink. He didn’t expect you to ask him that. He’s a little taken back from it. “What?..” He spoke in a shocked and confused tone. 

“I.. was asking if this was a date..” You say nervously. 

He continues to look at you with a confused expression for a moment before he finally answers you, his tone being as blunt and arrogant as ever, “no, it’s not..” he stares at you, seeming uninterested. 

You look down, “oh.. okay.” you say, then fake a smile. 

He seemed to catch that your smile was fake almost instantaneously, making him almost scoff in response. "What's with that fake smile?" He said in a blunt and arrogant tone.

“I.. I guess I was kinda hoping this was a date.” 

“Why would you even think that in the first place?” He was pretty blunt and harsh with his question, asking you in such a way that implied he thought you were stupid for even thinking it. 

“Well.. we’re eating together at a fancy restaurant, so I was hoping maybe it was..” You smile, feeling embarrassed. 

A slight look of annoyance came over him as you spoke, almost as if he didn't like the fact that you thought it was a date. “That doesn’t mean it’s a date.” His tone was even more cold and harsh than before, and his voice seemed to get deeper as he spoke.

“Right.. I apologize.” You flash a smile, though you don’t look happy at all, but even when you look extremely down, he can’t deny how beautiful you are. His eyes twinkle as he looks at you, and he sighs at your apology before he goes back to studying you, trying to find even the tiniest fault. 

The longer he stares, your beauty only intensifies. He’s looking long and hard for something to dislike, but only finds more beauty, and more cute things about you. His eyes scan every little movement and action you make, seeming to look for something to criticize or say mean things to you about. It was like he was trying his hand at the cruel judge, trying to look down on you. Despite trying so hard, his eyes just got drawn in as he discovered more of your beauty. 

You bat your eyelashes at him and you flash him an almost flirty and genuine smile as he stares. 

His eyes widen slightly and his lips part as he now lost himself for a second in your beauty, but then he cleared his throat and his eyes returned to their usual state. A slight look of irritation crosses his face again, almost as if your behaviour made him annoyed in some way. 

You finish your food, and excitement washes over you when you think about dessert. “Now it’s time for dessert!” You exclaim. 

“Dessert isn’t a necessity.” He replied back in his usual arrogant and blunt tone, his deadpan eyes now looking at you with a slight hint of boredom in them. 

“It is for me! you don’t need to get some.” You say. 

“I don’t know.. dessert just seems like something to waste your money on.” He spoke in a sarcastic and rude sort of a way. 

You ignore and signal the waitress over, you know you can’t ask Izana to order for you in Japanese because he’s being difficult for some reason, so you try your best, “mochi aisukurimu, kudasai.” (mochi icecream please), you’re close, but not exactly right. You turn to Izana, “are you sure you don’t want a dessert?” You smile. 

He seems to get slightly annoyed by the fact you even asked him in the first place. He stares at you with that usual cold look of his, seeming to try to look down on you once again as he speaks, “no.. i’m not getting any dessert.” He says, his tone flat. 

You look back at the waitress and smile, trying to use your facial expression to show that’s all you wanted as you nod. The waitress returns the smile, before she nods and walks away from the table. 

“It’s fine.. we can just share mine.” You say, still smiling. 

He seemed to be surprised by your suggestion, his cold and judgmental look seemingly being replaced with a slight look of interest. “Umm.. sure.” He spoke in a more friendly and relaxed tone than usual, a faint hint of friendliness in his voice. His lips curve into a small smirk before he speaks again, “by the way, you forgot the ‘o’ before kudasai,” he points out, teasing you with your mistake. 

You furrow your eyebrows at him and then you look away in a pout. He laughs in response, and shortly afterwards, the waitress returns to your table with the ice cream. 

You look at it and then you smack your forehead against your palm, “I should’ve asked for two spoons.”

He looks at the ice cream and then back at you with a smug expression, “well, I guess we’re gonna have to share, aren’t we?” He says and grabs the spoon, trying a bit of the ice cream. “Oh that is good.. you chose well.” He says, then he offers you the spoon with a slight grin. You blush and take it from him, then you scoop up some and eat it. You can’t help but feel a bit flustered at the fact you’re sharing a spoon with him. You pass it back to him and he has another spoonful, his eyes lighting up, almost as if he was having fun eating the ice cream with you.

He hands you back the spoon and heat rushes to your cheeks when an idea pops into your head, he’ll probably say no, but you wanna at least ask, “can I.. feed you some with the spoon?” 

His eyes widen, completely caught off guard by your request, but to your surprise, he nods, “sure.. go ahead.” 

You feel a rush of excitement as you scoop up some ice cream, then you bring it to his mouth. He parts his lips and let’s you feed it to him. He savours the taste and swallows, “you’re so cute.” He whispers to you softly and quietly. His voice had a slight teasing tone to it. The cold and heartless expression he usually wore was now gone, replaced by a much warmer, friendlier, and playful attitude. 

A tingle shoots down your spine when he calls you cute. “You think I’m cute?”

“Of course, cutie.” He said with a slight wink. 

“That makes me.. really happy.. it’s really surprising to hear.. before.. when you said this wasn’t a date.. I was extremely disappointed.. I didn’t expect you’d say something like that to me.” 

He looks at you with a slight look of surprise, “is that so? well, what if I told you it could be a date now?” He said with a little smirk, his tone still playful. 

“That would make me so.. so happy.” You smile.

“Then I guess it’s a date.” He said with a small laugh, his eyes seeming to glow and you can’t help but blush. 

“You’re so cute when you blush.” He says, and he continues to stare at you.

“Could you.. feed me the ice cream now?” You ask, your cheeks still red. 

He smiled softly at you, his kind and gentle demeanour continuing to show through. “Sure.” He takes the spoon from your hand and scoops up some of the ice cream. He brings it to your mouth, seeming to be really careful while doing so. He had this slight look of kindness and warmth in his eyes, almost like he actually cared for you a bit now as he fed you. 

“Mm.” You utter as you savour the taste in your mouth. 

“Is it good?” He asks in a gentle tone.

“It’s very good.. you feeding me makes it 10 times better.” You say in a flirtatious way. 

You could tell now that he wasn't immune to it, as he blushed a little bit when you spoke to him like that. He scoops up some more ice cream and continues to feed you, “r-really?” 

“Yeah..” You take in the ice cream once again, “mm.” 

He was blushing a lot now as he continued to feed you the ice cream, seeming to enjoy himself. 

A bit of the ice cream gets stuck on your lip, and Izana notices. He leans in a little bit and wipes it off with his thumb, and then he goes back to feeding you. His blush seemed to get stronger after doing so. 

“I’d much have rather you use your lips to wipe it off instead of your thumb.” You say, half jokingly. 

A look of surprise crosses his face for a split second, before he had to look away. Despite his attempt at not making it obvious, his blush got stronger, “w-what? I..” He was at a loss for a way to respond. He looks back at you, before he blushes even more. 

You just let out a giggle in response to his reaction. He just smiles, even if it was a bit awkwardly. He continues to feed you the ice cream. “You’re so mean..” He says in a pouty way. 

You giggle again, and after bit longer of being fed by him, you find yourself wanting to kiss him, wanting to taste his lips. “Kiss me..” You say. 

His eyes widened and he grew flustered by your sudden demand, his face becoming bright red almost instantly. Despite that, he agreed. He now closes the gap between the two of you, leaning in closer over the table. He hesitates for a second, then he kisses you on the lips. 

You return the kiss and utter a “mm” against his lips. He continues to kiss you for a few seconds more, before he pulls away gently. “You’re cute.. that was nice.” He said with a soft and warm tone, still blushing a little bit. He slowly starts feeding you ice cream once again until you finish it. 

“So can you tell me about you now? i’d like to know more about you..” You say.

He’s reluctant, but despite that, he agrees, “sure.. what do you wanna know about me?” 

“Anything, everything.” 

He seemed to pause, not really wanting to tell you about his life. "U-Umm.. well, I, uh.. I actually lead a group.. my group is called Tenjiku."

“A group? what do you mean?” 

He went quiet for a little bit again, as if wondering how to tell you. “I lead a group of criminals..” he says, his dull purple eyes seeming to dim a little bit, and he suddenly became really serious now as he replied to you.  “I.. can't go into much detail about it..” He took another soft breath in, “but we’re called Tenjiku.” 

Your eyes widen in shock and unease, “so.. you’re a criminal?”

He continues to speak in a low and serious tone now, “yeah.. I lead a gang.. of criminals..”

“Oh.. I had no idea.” You say. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” 

“I guess I just didn't want to disappoint or scare you off.. I know most people who find out about this usually are.. put off by the truth..” He continued to speak in a low and serious tone, his purple eyes getting a little duller. The kindness in his voice was still present though, and it almost felt like he was feeling a little guilty for not telling you earlier. 

“Well.. I understand that.. it is pretty scary.. I probably would have been scared off if you told me right off the bat.. the truth is.. i’m even scared now.. I knew Japan was popular for gangs, but I didn’t expect to meet a leader of one.” 

He went quiet for a little bit now, seeming to be at a loss of words, until finally he speaks, “do you think I’m a bad guy?” 

“I don’t know.. are you?” 

He was a little bit hurt by that.. that hurt showed on his face as he spoke. He was silent for another moment, before he spoke again, “yeah.. I am..” 

Your eyes widen and you remain silent. Izana went quiet again too, letting the silence linger for a moment. He sighed gently, as his dull eyes got a little bit brighter now. He tried to give you a comforting smile, but his lack of experience was obvious. “Listen.. I might seem scary at first.. but.. you can trust me.. I promise.” 

Your ponder for a second, then you reply, “well, if you’re a criminal.. obviously you’ve done bad things.. so I wanna hear the full truth.. what have you done?” 

His gentle demeanour turned serious once again, and he let out another sigh. “Well..” He clears his throat, and then continues, “i’ve.. induced a suicide.. organized murder.. assaulted people.. and stolen.. really i’ve.. done a lot of bad things.. and I..” He went silent for a moment. “also organize drug and human trafficking.” He spoke with a serious tone, and his purple eyes seemed colder now.

Your eyes widen and your stomach turns. Izana goes silent for a moment, “I know.. i’m a bad person.. aren’t I?” He spoke with a slight frown, as if he was now feeling guilt and remorse, why was he? he never cared before he met you, but now, it’s like he developed these unknown feelings for you, which made him question his life choices, and he didn’t want you to think badly of him now.

He almost teared up from the guilt he felt, but he didn’t, “I understand if you don’t ever wanna see me again after this.. i’m a horrible and dangerous person..” 

“Under different circumstances.. I could’ve very well been kidnapped and sold.. couldn’t I?” 

His eyes froze when you said that, as if those words suddenly sent a shiver down his spine. The guilt and sadness he was feeling seemed to grow ever more apparent as those words sunk in. “I… I’m so sorry.. I.. I can’t believe-” His words faded out, and he held back his tears. 

You study his facial expression as he says that, taking in how guilty he looks, “but.. you feel guilty for the things you do.. you feel remorse.. so no.. you’re not a bad person.. you’re just doing bad things.” 

Hearing those kind words was enough to make him start crying. “You really mean that?” A tear rolled down his face as he spoke again, his voice was soft and gentle. It seemed that his kindness and decency were finally starting to shine through again. “You don't hate me.. after knowing what kind of horrible things I've done?”

“I don’t hate you.” 

He seemed almost relieved by your response. His eyes light up, he’s always been so scared of being alone, he’s sick of people leaving him, and he always had to scare people into sticking by his side, turning them into his servants, but he told you the truth, and you said you don’t hate him. “Really? You don't hate me, even though you know now all of the horrible things I do?” 

You grab his hand from across the table and hold it, “no, I don’t hate you Izana.” 

He seemed a little bit surprised by your sudden intimacy, but he blushes as he takes in the warmth of your hand. He was speechless for a moment, then he took his other hand and placed it on top of yours. “Thank you, for.. accepting me.”

“I’m here for you.. okay?” 

He blushes as he grips your hand tighter, “I.. I can count on you..?” He asked in a soft and gentle tone, it almost sounded like he was in disbelief that he could actually be cared about. 

“You can.. I promise.” 

He softly smiles, “alright then, I’ll hold you to that.” He brings his hand up and starts to stroke your hair, “I want.. to protect you.. to keep you safe.” 

You immediately blush, and you take in his features as he gazes at you with those beautiful purple eyes. You tilt your head to the side with a smile, “I gotta say.. when I imagined gangs and such, I didn’t think the criminals would be this handsome.” 

He blushed at that, “h-huh? really?” He looked away, a little bit embarrassed now as he was complimented by you. He was still stroking your hair gently with his hands from his seat, his elbow rested on the table top. “No one has ever said that to me before..”

“It’s true.. you really are gorgeous.” 

He blushed more now, “well.. you're very beautiful.. but you already know this.. right?” He smiles.

You return the smile, then you suddenly lean over the table and kiss him on the cheek. He wasn’t expecting that, but he liked it a lot, “you’re making me blush..” He spoke with an embarrassed tone, but it sounded like he was happy to be getting attention from you. 

You decide to get up from your side of the booth and join him on his side. You kiss him on the cheek once again, and he slowly leans into your touch. You kiss down his neck passionately, and a slight shiver went down his spine. “Ah..!” He blushed once more now, and he was caught off-guard by your sudden passionate intimacy, but he let you keep going. 

“Do you like that?” You ask in a quiet voice.

It was hard for him to answer, as he felt a little bit embarrassed. He slowly nods, as if in approval, “y-yeah.. that felt nice..” He was starting to enjoy this. 

You lick the skin of his neck and give him a little nibble, and he lets out another quiet little whimper in response. 

You kiss back up his neck and bite his jawline gently, before you lick your way to his lips. His heart seemed to skip a beat when you suddenly bit his jawline, and he let out another quiet whimper. He speaks in a quiet tone, “you know.. you’re really cute.” He says, with your face now extremely close to his. 

You slide your tongue in his mouth and kiss his lips. His tongue meets yours and he kisses back with a passionate and fiery intensity. His hands started to roam around your waist, and he slowly pulls you closer to him to embrace your figure. You moan softly against his lips, and moments later, you both pull away, your lips still feeling tingly from the intensity of the kiss. “Wanna get out of here?” You say. 

He was surprised by your sudden offer, but he quickly accepted, “oh.. yeah.. i’d like that.. i’d like that very much..” 

After a somewhat long walk together, you and Izana arrive at his place. Izana unlocks the door and leads you inside. When he shuts the door behind you, you immediately wrap your arms around him and your lips meet his once again in a passionate kiss. He hands roam your curves and he grabs your waist as he returns the kiss. You can hear his earrings dangle with every movement he makes, and the smell of his cologne, mixed with his natural manly musk drives you insane. You moan softly to his touch, and then you break away from the kiss to speak, “I want you.” 

His eyes lit up, and they started to glow a bit as he listened to your words, “r-really? you want me?” He spoke as if he couldn't believe it himself, but it felt so good to hear you say it. He never had someone want him like this before. 

“Yeah.. take me?” You say, your breath heavy. 

He quickly replies, “yeah.. okay.. i’ll take you.” Izana grips your waist harder as he suddenly picks you up in his arms, your figure is soft and warm as he carries you to his bedroom. He walks slowly, careful to not accidentally hurt you by moving too fast. Izana places you down on the bed before he joins you and leans over you. He looks down at you for a moment, then places a kiss on your lips. He slides his thumb under the strap of your dress and pulls it down, then he does the same for the other one. He tugs on your dress, gently letting the fabric come off of your body. 

His purple eyes glow as he looks at your body now. You’re as beautiful as ever. “You’re so beautiful.. you know that right?” 

You can’t help but blush, and he smiles down at you. “I’m just telling the truth.. you’re really beautiful.” His eyes move up and down your body, “I could stare at you for hours and never get bored.. if i’m being honest.” 

You bite your lip as you gaze back at him, before you tug on the hem of his shirt and pull it off of him. As the fabric slides off his body, you're struck by the sight of his muscular chest and arms. His skin is smooth, and his muscles ripple under the surface. His white hair moves slightly as he tilts his head to the side and smiles at you, his hanafuda earrings dangling with the movement. You can feel your heart racing as you take in the sight of him, and he can’t help but feel happy because of your reaction, “you like what you see?”

Heat rushes through your body, and you can’t help but feel a strong sense of infatuation for him. “I do, very much.” 

He blushes as he looks down at you, and his eyes skim over your body again, “I like what I see as well, beautiful.” 

You take off your panties, now completely bare, and he can’t stop himself from looking down there, his eyes widen and they glimmer as he takes in the sight for a second, and his eyes trail back up your naked body. “You seem really confident about yourself.. like.. really confident.. I have to admit, I find it really sexy.” 

You spread your legs, your whole naked body laid out for him like this as you giggle cutely, “really?” 

He gulps and breathes out heavily as he takes in the sight. You looked so beautiful in front of him, “y-yeah, I really do.. like what I see.” He says, his breath hitched. 

“Wanna taste?” You say as you gaze into his eyes. 

His eyes widen, “I.. I’d really like to.” 

“I’d like that too.” You say.

“Really? you’d like that?” He liked hearing you say that, what you’d like him to do to you, it made him feel hot with desire. 

“I would, i’d like it a lot.” 

Izana let’s out a hot and heavy breath at your words, before he moves down your body, kissing his way down. You let out a soft moan when you suddenly feel him kiss your slit, and he looks up at you with a small smile. He started experimenting with his tongue, he couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous because he was still new to all of this.. but he kept going, because he wants to taste you and please you. His tongue begins working your clit, he seemed to actually be quite good at it, despite not having experience with this kind of thing before. He was starting to get more and more passionate about it, the way he started to make out with your pussy. His throbbing length only got harder in his pants the longer he enjoyed the taste and smell, and the way you moan as your body twitches. 

“Mm, that’s so good Izana..” You moan.

He shudders as he hears your words, and he gets lost in the pleasure of it all now, he was enjoying this just as much as you were, maybe even more. He continues his tongue action as he makes love to your pussy with his mouth, cherishing every single second. His intense erection pulses, and he moans against your pussy. 

You can feel yourself getting close, and he notices that you are. He keeps going, but speeds up his actions a bit. After a few moments, your pleasure reaches a fever pitch, and your body shoots up as you climax, your thighs locking Izana’s head in place for a moment as you grip his white hair with your hand. 

He blushes and moans softly in response to your actions, and there’s passion in his tone when he speaks, “was it good?” 

“It was amazing.” 

He seemed to be very pleased with himself now, as he was successful at making you feel good. “I’m glad it was.. I really liked it too.” 

You look into his eyes with pure infatuation, “I want you.. inside..” 

He blushed heavily after he heard those words, and he couldn’t help but feel excited, “o-okay..” He says, and stands up. He unties his sweatpants and lets them drop, followed by his boxers, revealing his throbbing length. Your mouth waters when you take in the sight of his purely naked body, and he leans over you on the bed once again. 

“Do you wanna be inside of me?” You ask, you wanna hear him say it. 

He nods his head quickly a couple of times, and passion fills his purple eyes. “Yeah.. yes!! I want it.. badly..!” it was starting to get harder for him to contain his excitement now. 

You decide to flip him over and get on top of him, and he’s completely caught off guard. This was something he wasn’t expecting at all. He didn’t move a muscle, he seemed to want you to have your way with him. 

You grab his length and sit down on it, letting it slowly go inside. He let out a gasp at that, as his purple eyes lit up. “O-Oh.. oh wow.. that’s.. that’s a different feeling.. but.. it’s.. it’s so good..” 

“Do you like that?” You say, and you’ve lowered yourself completely on him, his length deep as possible inside of you. 

“Yeah.. yeah.. I do..! it feels really good.” His breath hitches, “I.. I like this a lot.” 

“Me too.. being filled by you, it’s all I want.” 

“Oh really?” He spoke in a happy and soft tone as he placed his hands on you, gripping your waist tightly now. “I can’t wait to do this every day.. only with you.” His eyes were filled with passion and desire as he spoke. 

You blush at his words, and a tingle shoots through you. You begin moving, and he gasped slightly the moment he felt you start to move. “Oh.. oh.. g-god..”

As you move, you lean down to run your fingers through his white hair, and you kiss his neck. 

“Ah! oh my..” He was completely lost in the sensations and the passion you both shared. You continue to kiss his neck as you move up and down on him, and he gets goosebumps all over his body. “Oh.. I.. I love this.. so much.” He spoke, and more sounds escape his mouth the longer you do it. 

“Do I feel good?” You ask. 

“You feel amazing..!” 

“So do you, mm.” You moan, and he blushes deeply at your words.

As you move up and down on him, you can’t help but admire how handsome he is as he lays there, the moonlight spills through the window, casting a beautiful glow over his tanned skin. His muscles ripple and glisten in the light, and his white hair sticks to his face slightly from sweat. His purple eyes glint with a fierce desire that sends shivers down your spine, and the smell of his cologne mixed with his natural manly musk drives you wild. You can’t get over how perfect he is. “You’re the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen.” You say.

He was speechless for a moment. “I.. I am?” He seemed surprised by your words. 

You nod, and the smile on his face got bigger now as he looked at you, feeling flattered. 

“You’re.. so perfect.” You say as you pick up your pace on him. 

He was completely taken by you, as he was getting lost in the feeling of it all. His eyes glowed brighter and brighter the more you spoke to him like that, and moved on him. He leans his head back and lets out more moans, as your words and actions continued to send him into a state of pleasure. 

“Are you getting close?” You ask.

“Yeah.. I am..” He became more passionate now as he tried to move himself slightly, he grabs your hips and starts moving you up and down on him fast, he made a low growling sound as he moved you, “nnh, I.. I can barely stand it anymore..!” 

“Me too, together, okay?” 

“Okay..” He says. He let out a few more sounds of pleasure before he finally got there, he releases inside of you, and the feeling makes him shoot up and whimper uncontrollably. You now reach your climax as well, and the feeling of your walls suddenly pulsing around him catches him completely off guard, his eyebrows tilt up, “oh.. oh g-god..! it.. it feels so.. amazing..” he moans. 

Moments later, you gently pull off of him, and he lets out a hissing sound as you do so. You collapse on the bed beside him and he wraps his arms around you. He smiles as you nuzzle into him, and shortly after, you both fall asleep.

Some time later, he finally woke up to see you next to him, his eyes glimmer as he gazes at you, still sleeping soundly. He smiles as he looks at you for a moment, and the look in his eyes was filled with a certain kind of love and care. He continues to look down at you, and then he thinks for a moment. “Hmm.. I wanna do it again.. I really do.” He lets out a soft moan. “Hey.. do you want to?” His eyes had excitement in them, he really wanted a second round now. You start to wake up from your slumber when you heard indistinct talking, “hmm? did you say something Izana?” 

“Oh! yeah.. I think you might’ve missed it.. well.. I uh.. I really want it again now.” He said in a soft tone. 

“Really?”

“Y-Yeah! you have no idea how much I want it now.. and I’ve never felt this way before.. i’ve never wanted something this bad.. ever..!” There was a certain level of desperation and need in his tone now.

“I want it too. I want you.” 

“Y-You do?” He asked in a voice that was filled with excitement, “i’m glad to hear that.” He leans over you and winks, “you ready?” 

“I’m more then ready, baby.” 

“O-Oh.. oh my.” His eyes got brighter the moment you said that, and he looked at you with such intensity now. He kisses you passionately, and he lets out a soft growl after the kiss. He puts his hand on your hip and grips it as he slides himself inside of you, and he whimpers as he takes in the feeling of your wet and warm walls, he’s already addicted to them. You moan when he hits deep inside of you, “mm, Izana.” 

“Nnh, oh my.” He utters in response to hearing you moan his name. He starts to breath heavily as he begins moving in and out of you. He starts off slow and deep, “god I love this feeling.. hnn! I feel like I could just keep going.. and going.. and going..!” He picks up his pace a little, and he buries his face into your neck as he thrusts into you. You feel his hot and heavy breath in your ear and he speaks lowly with his raspy and nasally sounding voice, “you feel so so amazing.” 

His voice in your ear sends a shiver down your spine. He lifts his head back up and looks down at you as he continues his thrusts, each one hitting your sweet spot. 

“I never thought doing this would feel so good..” He says, and speeds up his thrusts to where he’s now pounding into you. He could feel his limit approaching, and you could feel yours as well. “You ready?” He asks. 

“I’m ready.” 

“G-Good.. I can’t hold it back any.. longer.. nnh!” You both reach your climax together, your bodies twitching as the pleasure consumes you. 

He remains inside of you for a moment, savouring the feeling, before he finally pulls out and collapses beside you. 

“I love you.” You say. 

He was still trying to catch his breath, but a smile comes across his face, “y-you do? well.. I love you too.” He says as he pulls you in to cuddle. 

“I hate that I have to go back home soon.. I don’t wanna leave you.” 

“You.. really don’t wanna leave me?” well.. I don’t want you to leave me either.. I really don’t.” He frowns as he thinks about it. 

“I wish I could stay.. I want to so badly.. I just don’t know what to do.” 

“I want that too.. more than anything.. I want you to stay here.. I want you to stay.. with me, here.” 

“Are you implying I move in with you?” 

Izana’s eyes got brighter, “yes! yes.. I really want you to stay with me.. and I know this is sudden, but I don’t wanna loose you.. we’ve only just begun.” 

“I’d love to! I wanna be with you.” 

“He seemed extremely happy by your words, “y-you really mean that?” 

You nod and nuzzle into him. He embraces you deeply, “i’ll make you happy.” 

You smile, “i’m glad I came to Japan.” 

“I’m glad too.. because of you I feel like I’m complete now.. I can’t explain it, but.. it’s a good feeling.. a really good feeling..” 

You chuckle as a thought comes to your mind, “you know.. for someone who’s a dangerous criminal, you’re one loveable man.” 

Izana blushes a little bit, “I.. I am?” He seemed happy to hear that he was seen that way by you. “You.. really think that about me..?”

“I do.. I love you so much.” 

He started to tear up a bit, and he speaks in a soft tone, “I really love you too, so much.”

“How much?” You smile, wanting to hear more. 

“You really want to know? I love you.. more than anything.. right now, there’s nothing more important in my life than what I feel for you.. I want you as my special someone, and I really mean that.” He spoke with such passion.

“You want me to be your girlfriend?” 

Izana nods frantically, “yes! I really want that.” He exclaims. 

“I’d love to.” You say.

“Though you should know, that with you being my girlfriend, if anyone finds out, there’s a chance my enemies could come for you.. but don’t worry.. I promise i’ll keep you safe.. i’d never let anything happen to you.” Izana gave you a quick look of reassurance now, he did indeed mean it, he really would do anything to protect you. 

“I understand.. i’m not worried at all.. I trust you completely.. I know you can protect me.” 

“Then I guess it’s settled.. you’re my girlfriend..” He kisses your forehead. 

You smile and blush, then you let out a yawn, “we should go back to sleep.” You say.

“We should.. it’s super late.. and I wanna take you on a date tomorrow..” He says in a low voice. 

Your smile grows bigger in response to his words, and he grips you tighter in his arms. He places one last kiss on your forehead before you both eventually doze off. 

The sun was shining brightly through the window when Izana woke up, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretching his arms above his head. As he looked around, his eyes fell on you, still sleeping peacefully in the bed beside him. His breath caught in his throat as he saw the way the sun was shining on you, casting a beautiful radiance over your features. The blanket only covered your lower body, leaving your upper bare and exposed to the light. You looked like an angel, so peaceful and serene in your slumber. Izana couldn't help but stare at you for a little bit, feeling a sense of awe at the beauty of the moment. 

As you start to stir, you feel a pair of eyes on you. You open your eyes and look up to see Izana staring at you, his gaze intense and unwavering. You smile groggily and say "good morning" in a soft, sleepy voice. Izana’s eyes widen a little, and he smiles at you. “Good morning,” he says, his voice warm and gentle. “So.. about our date.. is there any places you’d like to go?” 

You take a moment to think about it, “hmm, let me think,” you say, your mind racing with ideas. “How about we go to Cosmo World?” 

Izana’s eyes light up at your suggestion, and he nods enthusiastically, “yes..! let’s do it, i’ll take you there..” 

You look at Izana, now feeling a little uncertain, “but isn’t it a far walk from here?” you ask. 

Izana nods, “it is.. but who said we we’re walking?” he smirks slightly, “we’re gonna take my bike of course.” 

“Your bike? you mean like a paddle bike?” You ask, your voice tinged with curiosity.

Izana laughs amusedly, “no, not a paddle bike,” he says, grinning. “My motorcycle.” 

You look at him surprised, “you have a motorcycle?” 

He nods a yes, and he can’t help but smile at your reaction. 

You both get out of bed and start getting ready for your date. You're feel excited as you get dressed and fix your hair. Soon, you're both ready to go, and you make your way outside. Izana leads you behind his place, where his motorcycle is parked. You can feel your heart racing as you look at it, “wow," you say, looking at Izana. "it’s really nice." He grins, looking pleased. "Thanks," he says. "I'm glad you like it." 

Izana brushes off the seat of his motorcycle and you sit on the back. He gets on in front of you, stepping over the bike with one leg and sitting down. He puts the keys in the ignition and starts it up. You hear the roar of the engine, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. The sound is deep and powerful, like a wild animal growling. Izana revs it, and you hear the exhaust pop and crackle. You can feel the vibrations from the engine, and you feel a sense of exhilaration building inside you. Izana turns his head to look back at you, grinning. “You ready?” He gave you a look that had a tinge of teasing. 

You nod, "i’m ready." You wrap your arms around him, and he smiles, giving the throttle a little bit of a turn. The bike takes off at a high speed, and you feel the wind rushing past you. You hold on tight, feeling the same sense of exhilaration continue to build inside you. Izana handles the bike with ease. His white hair blows in the wind, and you can smell his cologne mixed with the smell of the exhaust. You lean your head against his back, feeling the warmth of his body and the rumble of the engine. You’re a bit nervous, and you feel like you're flying, but you never want the ride to end. 

His eyes widened as he felt you nuzzle into his back, he smiles warmly, then tilts his head back with a playful grin, “you’re not afraid.. are you?” His voice was a little more raspy, almost like he was trying to tease you. 

You playfully hit him, “no! i’m not afraid!” you half lie.

“Really? then.. why did you bury your face into my back.. hm?” He chuckles a bit, “you’re a bad liar..” You see him smile softly in the mirror of the bike as his eyes focus on the road ahead. He returns your gaze in the mirror, and you turn your head to the side, “hmph!” you utter.

He chuckles a bit more, before he reaches his hand back and pulls your face back towards the mirror, “that won’t work.” He says with a playful grin, “I can’t take my eyes off of you.. you’re just.. so beautiful.” He teases with his nasally voice. 

“Eyes on the road.. mister.” You say with a faint grin, clearly liking the attention but trying to deflect. 

“Oh fine! I get it..” He rolls his eyes with a pout as he focuses on the road, but he still decides to disobey and glance at you in the mirror once again. Your hair blows in the wind, and the sun casts a glow over your skin, you’re smiling, clearly enjoying yourself. “You look.. so incredible right now.” He says softly.

You blush, and you decide to kiss his cheek. A shiver runs down his spine and he leans his head back into yours for a moment as he drives, “y-you’re so adorable.” 

Shortly after, you both pull up to Cosmo World. Izana comes to a stop and turns off the engine, and the sound of the rumbling motorcycle fades away. You both get off the bike, and stretch your legs. You take a deep breath, feeling the cool air on your skin as you hear the distant sounds of laughter and music. You look at Izana, and you see him smile at you. He runs his fingers through his hair, fixing it, then he offers you his hand to take. “My princess.. i’ll make sure we have a great day together.. alright?” 

You take his hand and nod with a smile, and you couldn’t help but blush when he called you princess. You both walk towards the entrance of the amusement park, hand in hand. 

“Alright.. let’s go.. I wanna see that beautiful smile of yours more.” He gave you a look that seemed to tease you as you both walked. 

As you walk through the theme park, you suddenly notice a takoyaki stand. The smell of the savoury octopus balls fills your nostrils, and your stomach rumbles. You turn to Izana with a grin, "hey, wanna get some takoyaki? i’ve been wanting to try it forever!" You feel a sense of excitement, and you can't wait to taste the delicious Japanese street food. You look at Izana, and you see him smile at you. "Sure, princess. Let's get some takoyaki." 

You both walk over to the takoyaki stand, and you see the vendor frying up the octopus balls on a griddle. Izana steps up to the vendor and asks for two servings in Japanese. The vendor nods and starts to prepare the takoyaki. You watch as he drizzles the sauce and sprinkles the bonito flakes on top of the crispy balls. You can't wait to taste them. The vendor places the balls of takoyaki and a pick in each a box, then hands them both to Izana. Izana gives you one.

“Let’s go eat them on that bench.” You say. 

Izana nods, and follows you over to the bench. He sits down really close to you, and you both take the first bite of your food. The savoury flavours explode in your mouth, and you close your eyes in pleasure. You hear Izana chuckle, and you open your eyes to see him smiling at you. “Is it good?” He asks.

You nod frantically with your mouth full, and Izana’s smile grows even bigger, as his eyes look at you with a sense of awe in them. 

“Can.. I feed you one?” You ask.

He smiles softly, “of course.” 

You stick your pick into another takoyaki ball and bring it to his mouth, “say ahh!” you say cutely. 

He gives you another quick little smile, then he softly says “ahh,” as you feed him the snack. “Mmm.” 

“Can you feed me now?” You ask with a blush.

“Of course..” Izana sticks a takoyaki ball on his pick, he seemed a bit eager to do it. He brings it to your mouth, repeating your process, “say ahh..” 

You open your mouth, “ahh!” 

Izana gently feeds you the snack, and you look absolutely adorable while he does so.. Izana thought it was the cutest thing ever. 

“Mmm.” You utter with a closed eye smile. 

“Aww. You just look so cute right now.” He spoke in a soft and gentle tone as he continued to feed you, which made him more and more flustered. 

People walking by could only see the both of you as a lovey-dovey couple as you continue to feed each other and talk cute. They’d never guess Izana is a ruthless gang leader, not even in their wildest dreams by the way he was acting with you. As the people pass by they just smile at the both of you. You seemed to compliment each other, like you were made for each other. 

A little girl walks by and glances over at the both of you. She stops in her tracks, her eyes curious. “Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?” She asks. 

Izana starts to go a bit red from the little girls question, and he looks at you with a smile. His eyes glisten as he answers the little girls question, “y-yeah.. we are.” He says in a gentle tone.

The little girl goes silent for a moment as she stares Izana down, “you aren’t good enough for her!” He little girl blurts. Children often have a tendency to be blunt and honest with their opinions, which can sometimes be harsh. The little girl's comment about Izana not being good enough for you is a typical example of this behaviour. The little girl is also able to see through Izana's exterior and make a judgment about his character, which is something that children sometimes do. 

Izana went from flustered to annoyed now, as he looked down on the child, feeling offended. “Wh-What did you say?” His eyes went dull, and even had the familiar menacing tinge to them. It was clear he was a bit irritated and annoyed by the little girl’s comment. 

The little girl glares back, “you heard me!” 

He seemed to look even more irritated now as the little girl glared at him like that. Well.. maybe it’s not the best idea to be irritated by someone so young? “Why do you feel like that?” Izana asked the little girl. 

“Because.. you’re a bad guy!” She says. 

Izana seemed to be even more annoyed now as the little girl called him a bad guy. Well.. maybe she had a point..? “What do you mean.. a ‘bad’ guy?” He asked her, and he stared at her with those dull purple eyes. He was starting to sound more aggressive in a way, as he was getting more and more irritated by the little girl. 

The little girl furrows her eyebrows, “I don’t know! you’re just a bad-guy!” 

Izana was even more annoyed now, as the little girl seemed to be very stubborn, He was thinking on what to say next, she seemed to get on his nerves in the worst way possible. “What exactly makes me a ‘bad-guy’ then?” He asks sternly, trying to bait her into feeling like she’s wrong. 

The little girl thinks for a moment, but she can’t quite put her finger on it. “I don’t know okay!” She yells.

Izana looks down on her sternly, “then why say that? if you don’t even know why?” He gave her a really harsh look, and his eyes gleamed in a very frightening manner. 

The little girl growls before she replies, “I.. I just know you’re bad!” 

“Then that’s just rude! you can’t accuse someone of being bad if you can’t even give reasons.” His voice sounded even more menacing as he stared down at the child, his words had the intentions of gaslighting her. His eyes are completely flared and his agitation radiates off of him. 

Alright this has gone far enough, you decide to step in, “come on Izana, she’s just a little girl.” You say and ruffle his hair. 

Izana then softens up now, as his eyes calm down. There was now no more of a menacing or irritated look from him.. He was back to soft and a little bit shy again now, all because of you, it’s crazy how easily you can change his mood. He smiled as you ruffled his hair, and he looks at you for a moment with pure love in his eyes, “y-yeah.. right.” 

You look toward the little girl, “you should go back to your mommy now, she might be worried about you.” You say gently.

The little girl looks at you for a second before she runs off. You turn your attention back on Izana, “are you okay? she said some pretty harsh things to you.” 

“Pfft.. don’t worry about me.. it’s fine.. you know what they say.. kids will be kids..! hmph.. whatever.. she’s just a little brat.. i’ll be fine.” Izana rolls his eyes as he speaks with a petty tone of voice. 

You smile with your eyes closed, you can’t help but find it extremely cute the way he pouted like that. The smile kinda fades from your face when a thought comes to mind, “do you get called a bad person a lot?”

He goes silent for a moment, before he speaks, “yeah.. you get used to it after awhile.. it’s only natural, I am a bad person after all.. it’s just a day in the life for me.” 

You frown and look towards the ground. Then you turn your head back towards Izana once again, “hey, let’s go ride the ferris wheel!” You exclaim.

Izana seems to really like your suggestion, and he smiles, “okay.” 

You both stand up from the bench, Izana takes the empty takoyaki boxes and throws them in the garbage. Then, you both make your way to the Cosmo Clock. As you both come past the restrooms, Izana says he'll be right back and heads inside. Your eyes scan the sights around you and you feel a sense of excitement as you glance at the ferris wheel. While you continue to wait outside for Izana, two guys notice you and walk over to you, “hey there, beautiful. What's a girl like you doing all alone here?” One guy says, then the other speaks. “yeah, we noticed you from over there and couldn't resist coming over to say hi. You look amazing.” They spoke to you in English, barely even pronouncing the words right. 

“Thanks for the compliment, but i’m not interested.” You say politely but firmly. 

He wraps his arm around you, “come on, don’t be like that. We’re just tryna have a good time. You should join us.” 

“Yeah, we’re really fun to be around. You won’t regret it.” 

When he wrapped his arm around you, you felt your body tense up. You shifted slightly away from him and tried to smile politely, but you couldn't shake the feeling of discomfort. 

As Izana walked out of the washroom, he felt a rush of excitement at the thought of getting back to you and riding the ferris wheel together. "Hey, I'm back-" he started to say, but his words trailed off as he noticed two guys standing near you. One of them had his arm around you, and you looked uncomfortable. Izana started to get irritated now, as he then saw the two guys who were clearly trying to hit on you. He really wanted to say something to them. 

The two guys don’t seem to notice Izana behind them just yet, as they continue to hit on you. One of the guys leaned in closer to you and said, "come on, don't be shy. We just want to get to know you." 

The other guy chimes in, “yeah, hang out with us for a bit, we’ll pay for everything, let us show you around..” 

Izana’s irritation grew, as he then walks over and firmly pulls the guy's arm off of you, “she’s taken, get lost.” He says, his eyes wide as he looks down on the two guys with a stern and menacing look. The guy looks surprised but quickly regains his composure, “hey man, no need to get aggressive.” The guy says in a almost taunting way, clearly not taking Izana seriously. The other guy decides to run his fingers through your hair and move it behind your ears, “listen, why don’t you ditch your boyfriend and come hang out with us?” 

Seeing that happen, Izana snapped. He grabbed the two guys by their clothes, and pulled them close to him, as he spoke in a loud and sharp tone, his purple eyes had a threatening tinge to them, “how about you fuck off?” He said, then let go of the both of them. hegrabs your hand, firmly dragging you away from them in an almost possessive manner. You look at his face, and his expression is dark as he looks ahead through his eyelashes. 

Despite Izana pulling you away, the guys don't give up. They walk up behind you and pull you out of Izana’s grasp. They really don’t know who they’re dealing with. Izana quickly reacts, he turns around and grabs them by the collar of the shirt with each a hand and pushes them to the ground. He glares down at them, his expression dark and angry. His eyes are filled with a mixture of anger and superiority as he looks down on them as if they're nothing but trash. “Leave, at once.” He demands. 

The two guys stand up and scoff, before they walk away. Izana’s eyes turn back on you, and the menacing glint quickly fades as he looks at you. “I’m so sorry about that.” He says.

You flash a closed eye smile at him, “it’s fine.” 

“No.. it’s not.. the nerve of them, to just put their hands on you like that, and right in front of me too..” his eyes turn dark once again, “I could just kill them.” 

Your eyes widen, and you can’t tell if he’s being serious or not, honestly, it’s probably better for you not to know. 

Izana watched as your eyes widened, “i’m sorry.. I just hate any guy who even dares to look at you.. for even a second.” He seemed to be really possessive of you. Izana sighs for a moment, and his facial expression turns back soft as he gathers himself. “You’re mine..” He says gently, and he finds himself getting distracted by your beauty once again. 

You can’t help but blush as you gaze up into his purple eyes. He kisses you on the cheek, “shall we go for our ride now?” He says.

You nod and he holds out his hand for you to take once again. As you both make your way to the ferris wheel, Izana notices all of the guys who’s eyes lock on to you. He started to get annoyed with every guy who did so, he didn’t like seeing so many guys look at what was his. He wanted to be the only one for you. His purple eyes flicker, as he wanted no other guy to look at you, except him. 

The further you walk into the theme park, the more Izana notices how many male eyes look at you. His irritation only grew, and he speaks to himself in a very quiet and annoyed tone, “do they ever just give up?” 

You look at him, “what do you mean?” You ask, kinda confused.

“I mean.. they just keep looking at you.. and won’t stop staring at you.. I don’t want them to.. I mean, you’re mine.. and they shouldn’t be allowed to.” He spoke in a annoyed tone, as he was now quite a bit pissed off from the guys staring at you. 

“She’s beautiful.” A guy says to his friend, before he quickly writes down his number and walks up to the both of you, “hey! you’re a foreigner right? you’re really pretty.. here’s my um.. my number, and some free tickets for dessert.” They seemed to disregard Izana, simply not even caring. The guy hands you the piece of paper and tickets. 

Izana gets even more ticked off, and he steps forward a little, “get lost.. now.” he says as he puts his hand out with a menacing look on his face. 

The one who gave you the number and tickets furrows his eyebrows at Izana, “I wasn’t talking to you.” 

Izana wasn’t having any of it now, as he steps closer to the guy, he speaks in a really angry tone, his eyes glowing with malice, “do I need to say it again?” He sounded really pissed off, as he then clenched his fists. He was on the very edge of hurting them now, about to lose his temper. 

The guys decide to just ignore Izana as they continue to talk to you, their words are polite as they ask you questions, trying to engage in conversation with you, pretending Izana isn’t even there. The guy who gave you his number and the tickets earlier then says, “hey, why don’t you let us show you around? i’m sure there’s lots of stuff you haven’t done yet, let me treat you.” 

Izana became even more angry, and his eyes widen as he makes his threat clear, “leave.” His tone sounded terrifying, and those dull purple eyes of his were so menacing that those guys could feel it in their bones. 

The two gulp, and the one who gave you his number and the tickets scoffs, before he looks toward you once again, “you have my number, if you loose this piece of filth, give me a call.” The guy says before walking away with his friend.

Izana turns his attention back on you, then he speaks in his usual monotone voice, “I hope they learned their lesson not to mess with me.” He puts his arm around you and kisses you on the side of your head. 

You look at the piece of paper with the number on it for a moment, and Izana’s eyebrows furrow, “you going to call the guy?” He spoke in a petty tone of voice, clearly jealous that you even dared to look at the piece of paper as he pulls his arm off of you.

You flash him an incredulous look and snicker, “you really think i’m gonna call him?” 

Izana was completely taken aback for a moment when the incredulous look appeared on your face, he then just chuckled a little bit, and he speaks to you with a softer tone now, and he wraps his arm around you once again,  “yeah.. I guess I got a little too paranoid there.. sorry about that haha.. I just get really protective over you, you know?” 

You rip up the piece of paper and toss it in the nearby garbage can, “you’re the only guy I want.” 

“Good.” He looks at you with a half smile, his facial expression is loving, but also has a tint of malice. 

Shortly afterwards, you both finally arrive at the ferris wheel. You both get in line and Izana pays for the tickets. Then, you approach the Ferris wheel and get in the cage. Izana tells you to get in first, so you sit down and buckle up. You feel a bit nervous, but also excited. Izana notices you shaking slightly and speaks in a soft voice, “you okay, sweetheart? do you feel nervous or anything?” 

“I’m kinda nervous.. but.. also really excited.” You say.

He places his arm around you and pulls you into his embrace as the ferris wheel starts moving, and you can feel your heart racing. When you get to the top, you stand up to look out the window of the cage, you take in the view and you can see the whole amusement park below you. Izana stands up to look out the window with you, and he wraps his arms around you from behind, “wow.. the view is really pretty from up here.” He smiles gently, then he looks at you, your facial expression is one of excitement, and the sun shines on your skin, “you look amazing, you know?” He says in a gentle voice.

“This whole view, and you decide to turn your eyes on me?” You say in an almost teasing tone. 

Izana smirks, “of course.. you’re the most beautiful thing i’ve seen all day.” 

You turn around and press your body up against his, “you really think i’m that beautiful?”  

Izana gets flustered and his purple eyes widen. As he looks at you, a soft blush spreads across his face. In a soft and gentle tone, he says, “you’re.. more than just beautiful.. you’re perfect..” He was blushing really deeply now, and his breathing became heavier as your body is pressed against him.

“You really think so?” You ask, before you start kissing up his neck. 

He then lets out a soft and gentle moan, before he speaks, “y-yes..! I do.. y-you’re the most perfect person in the world..” He says as his eyes roll to the back of his head from your kisses on his neck.

“Tell me more.” You say as you kiss all up his neck, and his jawline. 

“A-Ahh.. d-don’t do that..! t-that’s.. that’s just..” A strong blush covers his face, “that’s just gonna make me go completely crazy..! I-I can’t help myself.. a-and then.. i’m gonna go out of control..” 

You smirk as you continue to do it. He starts to moan really loudly now, as his purple eyes close. “Annh..!”

You continue your kisses up his jawline, and then you kiss his ear, while breathing softly into it. 

This caused him to shiver slightly, as he started to speak in an even softer and sweeter tone now, “o-oh..! oh my.. that’s so good..! that feels so g-good..!” 

You nibble on his earlobe and lick it, which causes Izana to let out soft whimpers, and his whole body trembles as he was really sensitive in this moment. “Y-You’re gonna make me.. go wild if you keep doing that to me.. mmh..!” 

You continue to do it, and then you switch to the other side, repeating the same process. 

“Y-You’re gonna.. drive me wild… s-stop it.. I-I’m so sensitive right now..” He says, his breath hitched. 

You push your body firmly against him towards the seat of the cage and you grab his arms to sit him down. You sit on top of him, straddling him as you continue to bite and lick his earlobe, while also breathing into it, your breath hot.

Izana’s whole body was quivering now, and hard moans escape his mouth. “G-God.. d-don’t do that.. f-freakin’ hell.. y-you’re gonna kill me..” He leans his head back, giving you even more room to work with. 

You moan softly in his ear as you continue to lick and bite his earlobe, also giving kisses to his ear canal. 

Izana let’s out even more moans in response to your actions, “a-ah.. g-god.. i’m gonna go insane..!”

You start to sway your hips forward, grinding against the hardness that’s bulging through his pants. 

His eyes widen and his eyebrows tilt upward as he lets out a loud moan, he was really starting to lose his mind now. His body trembles, “nnh, p-please.. y-you’re driving me c-crazy.” His eyes become weak and close as he takes in the feeling of you teasing his neck and ear while grinding against him. 

You then start sucking on his earlobe, and Izana shakes and trembles as you do so, “g-god.. damn it..! f-freakin’ h-hell… y-you just.. won’t fuckin stop, will you..” He says as he bites his lip.

“Of course not.. my love.” You say, your soft voice filling his ear. 

He then lets out a soft and gentle whimper, and his eyes open once again, “that’s really.. f-fuckin’ h-hot.. g-gah!! this is too.. f-fuckin’ good now..! y-you’re f-fuckin’ driving me crazy..” 

“How badly do you want it?” You say quietly in his ear. 

He lets out another moan, “well.. from the sounds I’m making and the way I’m acting.. i’d say.. that I want it .. r-really badly.. my god.. c-can you really not tell at this point..?”

You giggle, “I can, I just wanted to hear you say it.” You smile mischievously.

Izana chuckles softly, “well, you got what you wanted then.” He winks and smirks a little bit, right before he starts getting touchy with you.. He runs his hands down your sides and grips your hips, pulling you against his hardness. 

As you continue to tease his ear, you suddenly whisper, your angelic voice filling his ears, “I want you..” you then moan softly, “Izana.” You pause for a moment, “right here.” 

Izana shudders in response, and his eyes widen as he looks at you with a surprised look. “Wh-What did you just say..?” That really turned him on a lot, and he wanted to make sure he knew exactly what you meant. 

“I want you.. right here.. let’s do it.. there’s still 10 mins or more left to the ride.. we got time.” You say in a soft voice.

His cheeks and nose flush red, and he nods. “I want you too.. so badly it’s driving me insane..! I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.. if you want it.. then I want it..! so.. d-do whatever you want with me..” 

Your body tingles in response to his needy words, and an idea comes to mind, “how about I start with this..?” You kneel down and unbutton his pants. 

He blushes frantically, and his purple eyes widen and gaze down at you, “wh- you’re gonna.. s-start with that..?” He grits his teeth in anticipation as he watches you, he’s never gotten head before. “M-Maybe I should ask.. a-are you sure?” 

You smile as you unzip his pants, “I am.. I wanna taste.” You say.

Heat rushes through his body when he hears you say that, “oh god..” He says and his body trembles in response to your fingers prying at his pants. 

He shifts his body up for a moment and lets you pull off his pants and boxers in one go. You grab the length with your hand and take it in your mouth, creating suction with your lips as you take him in. You look up at him, your mouth full. 

Izana let’s out a loud whimper and he grits his teeth as he looks down at you, his body trembling, “nnh, oh..! oh f-fuck..! that feels.. so fuckin’ good..!” 

You begin sucking at a slow pace while batting your eyelashes at him. A strong blush covers his face and his eyes glimmer as he looks down at you, “holy shit..! d-don’t look at me like that..! it’s gonna fuckin’ nnh.. drive me crazy..!” He had a soft smile on his face as he closed his eyes, focusing on the pleasurable feeling he’s getting from you.

You speed up your sucking as you look at him with a pure desire and hunger for him. Izana looks down at you through his lower lashes as you do so, and he moans loudly as he reaches out to caress the back of your head. “Annh..! o-oh my..! f-fuckin’ hell.. y-you’re an angel..! y-you’re fuckin’ killin’ me right now..!” 

You decide to flick the tip with your tongue as you continue sucking him. Izana shudders and gets extremely flustered at the feeling, “oh..! oh god..! d-don’t do that..! f-fuck..! t-too.. fuckin’ good..! how are you so good at this..?!” 

You speed up even faster, and Izana can feel himself getting close. His eyes close and he leans his head back as he focuses on the feeling, his body is trembles, and his whimpers become more frequent. “Annh..! that’s so.. so fuckin’ good..!” 

You pull your mouth off for a moment, “release in my mouth.. I wanna taste it.” You say, before you take his length back in your mouth once again and resume sucking.

He opens his eyes to look down at you, “oh god.. a-are you sure?” 

You nod, and utter an “mhm,” with your mouth full. His face turns deep red and he moans at the thought. “Okay.. if you insist..” His moans become louder and his breathing gets heavier as the pleasure builds within him, “mmh, f-fuck.. i’m close..!” His whimpers become more frequent and louder, “g-god.. n-now.. i’m gonna..” He grits his teeth and hisses, then he releases. He grips his hold on the back of your head harder and holds your head in place as he spurts his cum in your mouth. His body trembles to the warmth of your mouth, and his whimpers are loud and frantic as he releases every last drop. 

You utter a “mmm” as your mouth fills with his cum, swallowing up the delicious salty liquid. After a moment, you pull your mouth off of his length, and you lick your lips with a grin. 

Izana’s eyes widen as he watches, and he bites his lip. He lets out a soft and quiet purr of satisfaction. 

“Was that good?” You ask as you go to sit back on top of him, straddling him once again. 

His lips curve up into a smile, and he slowly nods his head, “oh.. it was so good.. I was so surprised when you started to do that to me though, it was so out of no where.. b-but, god.. it was fuckin’ amazing.” 

You smirk mischievously, “what can I say.. when I want my man.. I want him now. I ain’t gonna wait.” 

Izana smirks at you, “heh, i’m yours now.. you can use me anyway you want.” 

You kiss him on the lips, before you speak in a gentle voice, “I love teasing the hell out of you.. how can I not when you whimper for me like that.”

He bites his lip, “g-god.. i’m not even gonna deny that.. you’re absolutely amazing at it.. I really love it when you tease me.. it gets me all hot and bothered..” He says as he grips your hips and pulls your body firmly against him as you straddle him.

You can feel his hardness growing once again from beneath you, and his bare length rubs against your panty covered clit underneath your skirt. 

You feel Izana suddenly grip your hips a little tighter as he then lifts your body slightly, he quickly takes a hand under your skirt and tugs on the band of your panties, pulling them down. His breaths are heavy as he now has both hands on your waist. He moves his hands down your body and cups your ass, and he positions you over his tip, where he lowers your body on his length, letting himself be buried within your walls. He makes a hissing sound as he goes deeper, “nnh, you’re so tight..” 

He moves his hands back to your waist as he starts to pull you up and down on him. You lean in and kiss him on the lips, before you move to his neck. You trail kisses up his neck, and you gently bite the skin. “nnh.. f-fuck.” He moans.

You then whisper in his ear, “harder.” 

He bites his lip as he hears it, before he grips your waist a bit harder and starts slamming you down on him. He leans his head back as he takes in the feeling, as he gazes at you through weak eyelids. 

You then clamp onto his earring with your teeth, and you gently tug on it. Izana’s head tilts to the side and his eyes roll back, “o-oh god.. oh my f-fuckin’ god..” 

He starts slamming you down even harder, clearly having trouble containing himself now. You run your fingers through his white hair and start scratching the back of his head with your fingertips as you suck and bite his earlobe. 

Izana’s body shudders and he lets out a whimper.“S-Shit..! d-don’t do that..! or else you’re gonna make me.. nnh.. so soon..!” 

You continue to do it with a mischievous smirk, knowing full well how much you want him to, because you could feel your orgasm forming as well. Izana’s whimpers become more frequent, and he slams you down on him faster and harder, “oh god.. oh fuck..! i’m gonna cum..!” 

You moan and say, “me too.” Izana feels relief when he hears you say that, afraid he wouldn’t have been able to get you off in time. He slams you down a few more times before he releases inside of you. He lets out frequent hiccupy sounds as he cums, and your walls pulse around him, making him shudder in pleasure. 

You stay seated on him for a moment, gathering yourself, before you gently pull off of him and fix your panties. Izana pulls up his pants, then zips and buttons them back up. He pulls you into his embrace and smirks, “the ride should be ending pretty soon.” 

You chuckle, “yeah, any minute now.” 

He places a kiss on your lips, and then gazes at you with eyes of pure adoration, “how did I get so lucky? seriously..” He says softly. 

You tilt your head to the side as you look into his purple eyes, “how did I?” You say.

Izana gets flustered, and a faint blush spreads across his face. 

You smile at his expression. “I love you.” You say. 

His face turns even more red, “d-don’t say stuff like that..! you know i’ll melt when you’re like that to me.” 

You smirk and then speak in intervals to tease him, “I. love. you. Izana.” 

Izana softly wines, “now you’re really just teasing and torturing me with your words..! annh! I can’t take it.. h-heh.. i think you know very well that I absolutely melt when you say that to me.. w-why are you doing this..?” He could feel himself starting to get hard in his pants again, you really do get to him. 

“Because.. you’re so cute when you get like this.” 

“S-So you’re just doing it so you can see me like this huh.. heh.. you’re naughty.. s-so naughty..” 

The ferris wheel comes to a stop. Izana takes your hand and you step out of the cage together. You both start walking through the theme park once again, and a walking trail catches your eye. “Wanna go for a walk?” You say. 

Izana smiles widely, and he looks at the trail while still holding your hand. “Sounds great, let’s go!” 

You both walk hand in hand towards the trail, the path is paved and there’s trees and bushes along the sides, as you get further into the walking trail, the sounds of chatter and laughter from Cosmo World become more indistinct, before you’re both so deep in the trail that you can’t even hear it anymore.

As you both walk hand in hand, the sun shines brightly, casting a warm glow on the path ahead. The trees are tall and majestic, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Suddenly, Izana looks over at you with a curious expression on his face, his eyes searching for an answer to a question he's been pondering. His face is tilted towards you, “so.. just out of curiosity.. why do you love me?” 

You're taken aback by the suddenness of the question, not expecting it. You feel your heart race and your cheeks flush. You look at him with a smile. “I love you because.. despite your usual cold personality, you’re soft with me.. and.. you make me so, so happy..” You pause for a moment, and then you smirk a little, “and also.. because when I tease you, you turn onto putty in my hands.. I love it.. and you’re mine to tease.”

Izana can’t help but blush furiously, “h-heh, are you saying I belong to you now?” He says in a playful manner.

“Of course.. don’t you?” You grin.

Izana gets a bit more flustered, and he nods, “of course.. of course I belong to you.” He lets out a soft sigh, “and I have to admit.. I never thought i’d find someone like you.. y-you’re really perfect for me.” 

You grab him and pull him closer to you, and your body is now pressed against him on the walking trail as you gaze into his eyes. As soon as you pulled him close, his entire body trembled and he let out a hot and heavy breath, “y-you really are too much.. you little tease.” 

You grin up at him mischievously. “Don’t make me use my special techniques on you.”

“Y-You wouldn’t dare.. h-heh..! y-you’re way too naughty..” He then pushes his body against yours, as he now looks down at you with a smirk, before he lets out a smug little laugh, “how about you come and try all the techniques that you want.. hmm?” 

You lean your head in and lick up his neck. Izana’s eyes widen and a gasp leaves his lips, “o-oh god..! mmh..!”

You giggle, before you kiss down his chest, where you nibble a bit on his nipple through his shirt. 

“Annh! y-you’re way too much!.. I knew you were a naughty tease, but you’re definitely testing my patience now..!” His whole body shakes as you bite on his nipple, and he moans softly, “I-I don’t know how much more I can take.. h-heh.” 

You move your mouth over to do the same to the other nipple. Izana let’s out a yelp, and his body trembles. His breath gets heavier, as if he’s starting to loose control of himself. You look up at him through your eyelashes before you kiss back up his chest and neck, then you reach his ear, and you lick and kiss it. 

Izana’s eyebrows tilt upwards as he moans, “mmmh..! I-I can’t.. n-not fair..!” 

You moan softly and whisper in his ear, “it turns me on so much when you get like this.” 

Izana bites his lip, “y-you’re such a brat.. and a tease.. nnh..! it’s so frustrating.. yet so sexy at the same time..” 

Izana let’s out a soft breath, as his body continues to tremble. You press your lower body even more firmly against him, brushing up against his hardness. 

“Hnnh..! o-oh god..! nnnh.. you know exactly what you’re doing to me.. h-heh.. and it’s.. oh god I don’t know how much longer I can take it..!” 

You start to gently chew on his earlobe with your front teeth, occasionally giving sucks to it. 

Izana let’s out a quiet little moan, “y-you know.. what you’re doing isn’t fair.. h-heh.. you really know exactly what I love..”

You kiss down his jawline, and Izana’s breath becomes even more heavy as you do so. He was really loosing his composure now. “Y-Your teasing.. it’s just way too much for my heart… t-to handle.. I don’t think I can.. resist much.. longer..” He says, his breath hitched. 

“Don’t resist baby.” You say softly. 

Just as you said that, it was too much for him.. His body had lost all control now. He grabbed your waist and his lips instantly locked on to yours, as his body moved in a way that was quite aggressive. 

“Mmh, Izana.” You moan softly. 

Just as he heard your soft little moan, his moves got even more rough, as his body moved in a way that was now more dominant and controlling. His kisses had become stronger now, and he grabs your hair, as he lets out low grunts against your lips. 

You slide your tongue in his mouth, and as soon as you did that, Izana instantly opened his mouth. Your tongues now began to slowly dance and move together, and he lets out a soft moan. After a moment, he pulls away from the kiss, his breathing heavy as he looks into your eyes with a look of pure desire and lust before he grips your hips and picks you up, his moves still aggressive. He carries you a bit further down the trail where there’s a bench, and he sits down with you on top of him, straddling him. 

Izana’s fingers roughly grip your hips and his lips lock back on to yours, he starts pulling your body back and forth on him, letting out soft moans against your lips. You run your fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp with your fingertips, before you grab a handful of hair and tug on it. 

Izana pulls away from the kiss and his head leans back in the direction you pulled as his eyelids become weak, he lets out a loud moan, and he slightly pants, his whole body trembling. 

You bite his earlobe, causing Izana to moan louder. “Anh..! oh g-god.. y-you’re way too naughty.. h-heh.. this isn’t fair.. mmm.” 

You push yourself down as he guides your hips, making you brush against his hardness even harder. 

“Ohh.. y-you know how to drive me crazy.. j-just a little bit more and i’m.. o-oh god.. i-i’ll really lose it.. mmh! oh g-god..!” 

You lick from his ear, down to his jawline and chin, and that was the last straw. He grips you tight and his entire body violently tenses up as a low groan leaves his lips. He harshly moves your body slightly and unbuttons his pants, he wraps one arm around you and lifts you up slightly over him to pull down his pants, and he moves your panties to the side before he grabs your waist with his hands once again, slamming you down on his length in one quick motion. 

You let out a soft moan from the sudden fullness, as he took you right here on the bench of the walking trail. “Are you sure? what if someone sees us.” You say.

Izana bites his lip as he takes in the feeling of being deep inside your walls, then he replies to you, “they can see whatever they want..” He says in a blunt and monotone voice, before he starts pulling you up and down on him. He starts off slow, but he slams you down on him, making himself hit deep every time, before his moves become more frantic and even more aggressive. His breaths are heavy as he stares at you with weak eyes, and the more he takes in the feeling, the more he starts to whimper. He hits your sweet spot perfectly every time, and his control on you drives you wild with desire, you could already feel your orgasm approaching, which causes your walls to start tightening around Izana’s length. 

Izana clicks his tongue in response and makes a hiccupy sounding moan, “o-oh god.. oh fuck.. i’m gonna.. i’m gonna lose it soon..!” 

“Let go for me.” You say, wanting to cum at the same time as him, but you’re extremely close.

Izana starts to nod, and his breathing becomes more frantic as his length throbbed in response to your words. “Gaah..! o-oh god.. a-any second now.. i’m losing it.. nnnh..! fuck..!” 

Izana then started to hold your hips up in place as he started to pound into you aggressively, his moves are sloppy but hard and fast as he chases down his orgasm. “Mmmh!.. yeah..! i’m almost there! fuck..!” 

“Me too! let go for me!” You plead.

Just as you said that, Izana closes his eyes and tilts his head back as he releases inside of you, his arms wrap around you tightly, and he moans frantically in a hiccupy sound as his cum fills you deep in your walls, his body tensed up, and his fingers drove into your skin almost painfully, which only added to your orgasm. Your walls pulse, milking him of his cum, and his hiccupy moans and whimpers get louder until he spills the last drop inside of you. 

After a moment, he gently pulls you off of him. You fix your panties and he pulls his pants back up and buttons them. You let out a giggle as you sit beside him, and he sits back up, no longer resting his head back. He lets out a satisfied purr before he says, “we should probably get out of here now, just incase someone did see.. i’d be in trouble if the cops came.” He laughs.

You giggle, “yeah.. let’s go.” 

Izana stands up and holds out his hand for you to take, and you oblige. You both start walking, before he turns his head to you and says, “wanna grab dinner on the way home?” 

You smile and look up at him, his head is tilted slightly as he smiles back at you. His white hair is a bit messy and sticks to his face slightly from sweat. His hanafuda earrings dangle as he walks, and the sunsetting is casting a warm glow on his tanned skin, making him look even more attractive. “Sure, that sounds great.” You say.

[theprismyyy]

Brasil-sil-sil-sil

Natalie Scatorccio x Fem!Reader

Tw: I tried to translate as best as possible some Brazilian terms and things that in reality I think would not really have a translation, but that I still tried to make it understandable for everyone.

(English is not my first language)

Natalie who loves you very, very much and is obsessed with your culture, like she thinks it's so amazing and loves hearing you talk about it <3

Natalie has never been interested in really learning other languages, I mean I think she would know a little bit of Italian but mostly the swear words, but Portuguese? She is really interested in it, mostly the swear words (of course), but she really thinks it beautiful so much when you speak it and she always says that you sound like you are "singing".

Natty would try to make Brazilian food when she saw you sad and missing Brazil. She's not really a great cook but what counts is the intention and hers were definitely the best.

Her first real trip abroad would probably be with you and obviously with the destination being Brazil :))) thinking about your family who travels during Christmas and New Year's time to celebrate with their relatives in your country and you beg your parents to take Natty along :3

Natty who is literally like this: 😲 and you're still just at the airport lol

Leaving the airport and taking an Uber to her grandparents' house and she spends the whole way glued to the window like a puppy, looking and pointing at everything she sees and thinks is cool.

Thinking about living near the Center/Copacabana and she can see Christ the Redeemer from inside the car and she's all bouncy like:

"I want to go there, can we go there? Please, come on, come on, please it looks so cool!!"

Natty really likes Brazilian architecture and the aesthetics of more traditional houses because it is so cozy and has a warm, comfortable vibe.

Natty who loves her family because well...people can say whatever they want about Brazil and Brazilians, but the fact that we are an extremely warm people is kind of undeniable.

You would probably serve as a translator to mediate conversations between her and her family members since few of them actually speak English, yet, despite the language difference I can easily imagine her having conversations with your grandmother without your help where neither of them can really understand what the other is saying, but somehow they understand each other (??) they are not speaking the same language or anything but you just catch them talking and agreeing and getting along really well while Natalia helps her peel potatoes in the kitchen.

Natalie would be 100% a fan of MPB, samba and funk (especially old funk).

I can really see her loving Rita Lee, Alcione, Claudinho e Bochecha, Mc Marcinho (and secretly Mc Carol and yes, I think she would probably know what Carol's songs are about because she asked, she would also find the lyrics the height of humor).

Natalie who totally loves and worships Brazilian bikinis and would look like a cartoon character, eyes popping out into big hearts and tongue drooling 😭😭 she just loves you so much and thinks you look so hot in one.

She loves how Brazilian barbecue is so different from American barbecue and I honestly think she would like Brazilian barbecue better.

Her love garlic bread.

She would love to go to museums and tourist spots and would want to take lots of pictures with you and she is not really a fan of taking pictures but she just wants to have memories of good times with the girl she loves so much :(( she is so sweet.

I would love to take out at night to enjoy Pedra do Sal and I know she would love.

Trying to teach her to samba but she is a bit clumsy, however she learned to shake it funk like a good Brazilian very quickly and you are in shock, because what the hell did they do to your sweet girl 😭😭😭 your cousins taught her and she thought it was super fun, she shows it to you like she just won an award, full of pride for having learned and it's cutie.

Imagine going to the beach with her and having to drench her from head to toe in sunscreen because she's so white and otherwise she'd be as red as a shrimp 🤏 so baby, I can't stop thinking about her with her cheeks and the tip of her nose covered in sunscreen because her face is the place that burns most easily.

Drinking caipirinha on the beach and eating corn with butter or fried fish with potatoes <33333

Playing ball with random people on the beach because a game between two or three people always ends up attracting strangers who end up joining in the game :)))

She would 100% buy a bracelet, earring or ring from some artisan seller on the beach.

Getting bikini tans on the beach with her and bleaching your hair on the roof of your house with her and your cousins ♡♡♡ imagene her sitting on the roof with your hair wrapped in aluminum foil and a towel over your shoulders with your cousins while you wait for it to be time to wash the product.

Again talking about the fact that Natalie likes swear words because she would really love them and would love the variety of swear words and expressions that Brazilians use to show anger or indignation because there are SO MANY options and they seem so much funnier.

100% buy a blouse from Brazil or if you have one she just takes yours >—<

Imagine celebrating New Year's Eve with her on the sands of Copacabana and kissing her when the countdown ends, she would melt like butter in your arms and love the fireworks

Now let's talk about the religious part:

A little discretion and observation: Umbanda is an eminently spiritualist and spiritualizing religion. Therefore, the faith professed by its practitioners, most of whom are mediums, requires a strong belief in God and in the existence of the spiritual world that interacts with the material plane all the time. For those who are interested, I recommend that they research and study more about it, as it is a very beautiful and interesting religion; here I will not go into much depth on the subject because I am not a practitioner and I do not see myself having a great place to speak and understand it, despite finding it incredible.

She would be like a curious puppy honestly, asking questions all the time and being all curious about everything.

She would try to record the names of the Oxirás and Pombas Gira because she thinks they sound good and are cool to pronounce.

She would find the clothes and leashes so cute and I can see her asking if she can wear a leash too <3

If she went to a Terreiro during a party for one Oxirá she would literally look like this: 😲😲 like so amazed by everything.

She would love to interact with the entities.

If she had the opportunity to be in contact with the Erês at some point, I can really imagine her sitting on the floor playing with them and being so sweet <33 and they would really like her.

She would like to try to learn how to sing a point and try to understand the "difficult words" and she wants to learn so much because she knows that your religion is so important to you and if it is important to you, then it is important to her too.

I would be extremely angry if someone tried to offend your religion in any way.

@pinkbunny888 @jellyb3annn

© 2024 theprismyyy — por favor, não copie, traduza ou republique nenhum trabalho meu sem minha permissão.

[teenytinyjimin]

je ne sais pas (j. hoseok)

dans mon esprit tout divague, (in my mind everything goes wild)

je me perds dans tes yeux (i lose myself in your eyes)

je me noie dans la vague de ton regard amoureux (i drown myself in the wave of your loving gaze)

je ne veux que ton âme divaguant sur ma peau (i only want your soul going wild on my skin)

summary: in which two strangers spend an unforgettable day together without actually getting to verbally understand each other.

pairing: hoseok x reader

word count: 2.8k

tags: fluff, language barrier, idol!hoseok, quebecois!reader, strangers to lovers, im bad at this tagging stuff

warnings: none, just enjoy some sweet hoseok fluff <3

author’s note: im really excited about this one yall 😭 i love the idea of language barrier romance because just think about it... u love someone so much that talking to them doesn't matter as much as the memories u create with them.. god ok ill stop speaking please please enjoy!

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The province of Quebec is often quite peaceful for about 85% of the year, with the exceptions typically being one of two things. First, there's always the typical influx of tourists that happens during peak times of the year like summer, Christmas, things like that. However the second exception is typically related to whatever artist is in Montreal for the Canadian leg of their world tour. It wasn't uncommon for there to be a little bit of buzz around the famous singer in question, however no one seemed to go harder than kpop fans when their group or soloist of choice was coming for a show or two.

You weren't really a fan of kpop in the way that many of your friends were. Sure, you've listened to some songs before, but you never felt the desire to get invested in any of the artists or the lore that came with them. It would be nice to hear your friends babble on about a new song that was released or a new tour that was announced, however you were absolutely not expecting the absolute freakout that was to come when BTS announced that they'd be doing a show in Montreal.

"Can you believe it?" One friend asked you with excitement. Yes, you could. They were famous. Of course they were going to come to Canada for a world tour. It's not that you weren't excited for your friends, who called themselves 'Army', but you just weren't as invested so it didn't mean as much to you. It also didn't help that a lot of their discussions with fellow fans and the things they'd post relating to BTS on their social media profiles were in English.

The majority of Quebecois people were able to communicate in English as well as their native language of French, but for some reason your family lived under a rock and you didn't learn anything beyond basic greetings and conversations in English. You felt rather left out because it felt like you were behind your friends and everyone else around you, however as you grew older you tended to not let it bother you that much. Since French is a prominent language in Quebec, you weren't bothered about language barriers and knew you could get around and live life normally without worry.

Since your friends were much deeper down the Bangtan rabbit hole, they were able to secure floor tickets to their Montreal show and were extremely busy completely overthinking the event and what they wanted to wear. It was now the day before the show and they were last-minute panicking, roaming the stores of downtown Montreal to put together outfits that were both cute and appropriate for the vibe of the concert.

Given that they were rather busy with this, you decided that this would be a weekend to yourself where you could peacefully do whatever you wanted. The quaint cafe you work at full-time decided to close for the weekend given the occasion (apparently the owner was also an Army), so it was a perfect opportunity for you to go down to the local park and do some reading on a bench.

And that's exactly what you did. You found yourself parked on the lawn of Mount Royal Park, right next to the lake. You brought some light reading with you, a small romance novel that involved the typical coffee shop trope, prepared to do some reading but also some people watching in between. It was absolutely perfect, and you couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the weekend. As you peacefully read your cliche novel, cup of iced coffee from a local coffee shop in-hand, you thought the day couldn't get any better. Until it did.

"Hey, excuse me, can you help me?" You looked up from your book to see a boy standing a short distance away from you. He had the warmest smile on his face and his eyes were bright with cheer. You tilted your head slightly, not too sure what he was asking. After a minute of silence, his smile dropped slightly.

"Uh... E-English?" He asked. It was clear that he was struggling with his words as well, even though you didn't speak the language. You shook your head, a slight frown on your face. "Français?" You ask in response, to which he mirrors you and shakes his head in return. The boy looks down for a second, clearly stumped as to what to do at this point. Part of you thought that he was about to walk away, however his feet didn't move from where he was standing.

After a second, he looked back up, his sweet smile once again appearing on his face. With his phone in hand, he pointed at it, then pointed at himself, then pointed at you. Was he asking for your number? Raising an eyebrow, you started to shake your head, however you watched as his smile dropped again and he shook his head rapidly. "No! No!" He said frantically, before mimicking the act of taking a photo, making a little 'click click' noise. He wanted a photo!

Finally understanding what he was saying, you grin and nod, causing him to squeal in delight. He approached you briefly to hand you his phone before backing up toward the lake a little more. You start to turn his phone landscape before he shakes his head and lets out a little yelp, indicating that he wanted the photo to be in portrait mode. You giggle at his antics as he attempts to pose in the way he wants, admiring his efforts to not only have a good photo but also to communicate with you.

Once it seems like he's ready for you to take the photo, you begin clicking the photo button and watch as he begins to move a little bit to hit different styles of poses. And wow, this man was incredible at modeling. You watched in wonder as he effortlessly moved his body in all kinds of directions, going from casual to silly to cute and back to casual. He was absolutely gorgeous, there was no denying that. A ten in a world of fives.

After a couple minutes, he stops posing and giddily bounces back over to you. When he takes his phone back to look at all the photos, he makes a couple of 'woaaahhhh' noises, clearly impressed with your photography skills. You turn away as a blush creeps to your cheeks, flattered that he's happy with the photos. When you look back you watch him slightly bow to you in thanks before pointing to himself. "Hoseok," He says, making sure to enunciate each part of his name in the correct way so that you know how to say it.

You smile and nod, offering your name back to him, to which his smile grows into one of the most beautiful smiles you have ever seen. If it weren't for your impeccable self-control, you probably would have fainted the very first time he smiled at you, given how absolutely charming he was. However, this most recent smile made you a little weak on your feet. You were able to tough it out and stay strong, but God, he was just stunning.

You go to sit back down on your spot in the grass, but before you get the chance to you feel a gentle hand grasp your wrist. Face hot with shyness, you peer back over to him and notice his smile has dropped. You watch as he points toward the exit of the park and into the main city, and gives you a 'come on' motion, indicating that he wanted you to come with him. If this would have happened a few minutes ago when he first approached you, you might not have taken the offer. But now that you've gotten to somewhat know this breathtaking stranger, it was an offer you couldn't turn down. Grabbing your book and iced coffee from off the ground, you decide to follow him out of the park.

As you step back onto the streets of Montreal, walking with this random man, you watch as he turns to you and thinks for a second. You can tell he was trying to figure out how to communicate his next thought, so you remain silent and patient. After a second, he points at his eyes, and then gives this huge gesture with his arms, almost like he's expressing something blowing up. Letting out a soft giggle, you tilt your head slightly, resulting in a laugh coming from his own mouth. His laugh was so loud, sweet, and full of joy, and it was like pure honey dripping from his tongue. He retries his previous charades, now acting like he is looking at something with his hand above both of his eyes. He then goes 'woahh!!' and gives an amazed look, and you realize that he's asking to see some of the highlights of the city. With a soft nod, you take his hand, watching a soft blush creep to his cheeks as you pull him along the street and show him everything he needs to see in your beautiful city.

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After spending hours with Hoseok, showing him about everything in Montreal and taking a picture of him with it, you found yourselves once again back in the park where you first met. It was a rather chaotic day, pulling the boy around and watching his face light up at absolutely everything, but what seemed to be weirder was the fact that multiple times during your tour you guys received a few looks and even whispers. Every time that it happened, Hoseok would indicate to you that he wanted to move on and go to the next spot while also pulling up the light scarf that he had around his neck to cover his mouth and nose. You thought that it was rather bizarre but dismissed it as people being disrespectful since he was a rather loud and excited tourist.

Now, though, it was just you and him, sitting in the grass in front of the lake as you ate a late lunch/early dinner. He asked you to go with him to a local store where he went around and picked out a bunch of ready-made food as well as a bottle of champagne, paying for it all and implying that he wanted to eat it with you back at the park. Considering this stranger was doing more than anyone had ever done for you in the last twenty-something years of your life, you were beyond flattered and at this point you were hardcore swooning for him.

You half expected your meal to be quiet and consist of you guys looking at the lake, looking at each other, and silently eating your meal. But this was Hoseok, the man you had learned was anything but quiet. Even though he couldn't speak your language and you couldn't speak his, he was telling you all kinds of stories through the power of charades and sound effects. For most of the time, he had you in tears, laughing at his impeccable sense of humor and all-around silliness. But he also provided you with moments of peace so you could eat without choking, which was rather respectful of him, you thought.

After a while of fun storytelling, you two fell silent. You gazed over at the lake, watching as the sun made the water shimmer, and let out a sigh. When you looked back over to Hoseok, you caught him staring at you, causing a blush to creep to your cheeks. Raising an eyebrow, you nudged him as a way to ask 'what are you looking at?'. Shaking his head, he hesitantly stretched out his arm to wrap it around your waist. Just by looking at him you could tell he was internally freaking out, his eyes wide with nervousness. You smiled softly and inched your way closer to him, accepting his embrace as you rested your head on his shoulder.

There was something about this man that was so much different from anyone else that you had ever met. His charisma, his kindness, his energy – all of it was so attractive. It was the fact that he wasn't just a pretty face, he was a pretty human. You could tell he was raised right with a heart of gold and you felt beyond lucky to have ever met him in the first place. For him to have asked you of all the people in Montreal to take a picture of him made you feel extremely lucky, because had he not approached you, the two of you would have never met.

He pulled back a little bit to prompt you to remove your head and look at him. You watched as he pointed at himself, then cleared his throat before singing a little bit of a song. His singing voice was as sweet as can be, and you were about to just sit there and admire him, until you realized that the song he was singing was familiar. You didn't quite know what the name of the song was, and he wasn't singing it in quite the right tone, but you knew it was by BTS. The kpop group that was currently in Montreal and about to perform the following day.

Your mouth gaped open as you realized what was happening. You didn't even realize that you had been spending the entire day with a member of BTS. The people looking and whispering throughout were probably people who recognized him, not people who were judging him. And he was hiding his face because he didn't want to be recognized. He just wanted to spend the day with a beautiful girl and feel like a normal human being. You didn't blame him for not telling you sooner, though. It's not like you're a diehard fan of his group, but you probably wouldn't have looked at him the same way had he told you immediately.

After processing what was happening, you closed your mouth and smiled, giving him a vigorous nod. Once he gave you a smile in return, you went back to resting your head on his shoulder and grabbing your glass of champagne to hold. You wanted to show him that it was cool, everything was fine, and things weren't going to change. You liked him as Hoseok, the boy he introduced himself as when he eagerly asked you for a picture earlier. Not the kpop idol that stands in front of thousands on a stage and performs for them.

As time continued to pass and the sun got to a point where the day started to become sunset, you two sat in blissful silence while enjoying one another's presence. After a while Hoseok once again nudged you, causing you to look up at him. You watched as he once again admired your face, a blush creeping to your cheeks as you became shy from the eye contact. Just as you were about to look away he reached his hand over to brush a strand of hair behind your ear, and then rested that hand against your cheek.

At this point there was no need for charades because all you needed to do was look into his eyes and he told you absolutely everything you needed to know. He dipped his head down slightly as you both pulled each other in for a kiss, his sweet lips meeting yours in absolute harmony. Your stomach did about five thousand backflips as adrenaline coursed through your veins and your brain went fuzzy. Whether you wanted to admit it or not, this was a moment that you were waiting for practically all day. Little did you know, however, this was a moment that he had been anticipating even before he spoke to you for the first time. It all started when he saw you from a distance and his heart almost beat out of his chest because he was so enamored by your beauty.

As you both pulled away from the kiss, you watched as his mouth curled into the sweetest heart smile and he leaned in once again to peck the tip of your nose. You knew that today was going to be absolutely perfect, but your new romance made it about ten times better than perfect if that was even possible.

It's safe to say that the next day you were at barricade at the biggest concert of the year in Montreal, courtesy of BTS' resident rapper and dancer, J-Hope. Or, as you knew him, your smiley Hoseok.

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Yamato, Sougo, Momo 2024 Shuffle talk RabbiTV Episode 1

Episode 1 - Episode 2 - Episode 3

Please note that I am not a professional translator and I'm only doing this to share the side materials to those who cannot access them, if you notice any mistakes please let me know nicely. Enjoy!

*Doors opens*

Momo: Good morning~! You two are already here! You’re early~!

Nikaido Yamato: Good morning, Momo-san. We just got here a little bit ago.

Osaka Sougo: Good morning, Momo-san.

Osaka Sougo: It’s an honor for me to be able to join you on this "Monthly World Travel" special series. I know I greeted you at the raffle drawing, but I would like to thank you again!

Momo: No no, I'm the one who’s super happy to travel with you to Australia! I may be a bit clumsy, but I’m looking forward to working with you.

Nikaido Yamato: No no no no. I’m still inexperienced, so I would appreciate your guidance and support, Momo-san...

Momo: Ahaha! Everyone's being so humble!!

Momo: It’s gonna be just the three of us on this trip, so you can be more relaxed!

Osaka Sougo: I’m sorry for being so formal... Even Tamaki-kun tells me I’m too stiff a lot of times.

Momo: Oh, then how about you try talking more like Tamaki? Maybe you’ll sound a bit more casual!

Nikaido Yamato: Sou’s gonna call you “Momorin”?

Momo: Yup! Give it a try!

Osaka Sougo: Mo, mo... Momo... Mo...

Osaka Sougo: I’m sorry! I really still can’t do it after all...

Momo: Ahaha! You’re so cute! Thanks for trying your best to call me by that name!

Momo: Well, looks like this project’s gonna be quite relaxed so let’s take it easy. Yuki said there would be photo shoots and missions, but also plenty of free time!

Osaka Sougo: You’re right. I’ll try to take it more easy!

Nikaido Yamato: Looks like the weather will be nice too, so I’m looking forward to it.

Momo: It’s winter over there, isn’t it? I was considering going to the ocean for a swim but that might be impossible.

Nikaido Yamato: That’s true. It’s warm enough to wear short sleeves during the day though.

Osaka Sougo: Melbourne has many tourist attractions such as the Royal Botanic Gardens and zoos, so there should be plenty more to enjoy aside from the beach.

Momo: Aren’t you two a little too well-informed? Did you already do your research!?

Osaka Sougo: Yes, I was so excited that I ended up researching a lot of things.

Nikaido Yamato: He ordered all sorts of books. From travel magazines to Australian history.

Osaka Sougo: I thought I would appreciate the trip more if I understood its historical background... Yamato-san, you were also studying common English conversation phrases at the dorm so you could use them during the trip, right?

Nikaido Yamato: Just a little bit. I can speak English pretty well, but if you don’t use it you’ll forget it.

Momo: Having two capable little juniors is so reassuring!

Momo: I usually push myself real hard, but Momo-chan can probably just take it easy and enjoy himself this time!?

Nikaido Yamato: Re:vale works a lot overseas, right?... Must be hard to work together with that guy.

Momo: Ahaha! I’m used to it by now!

Momo: I always think about Yuki whenever I’m planning a trip and ask myself if he would enjoy it.

Momo: Thanks to that, I fully prepare everything from in-flight entertainment to what drinks to order at the hotel!

Nikaido Yamato: Oh, sounds good~ I’d like to try some of the local Australian beers.

Osaka Sougo: It seems like they tend to have a lower alcohol content and are easy to drink.

Momo: Sounds good! Let’s clear the missions and enjoy some delicious drinks together as a reward!

Momo: Wow, so this is Brighton Beach! Those colorful warehouses are so cute!

Osaka Sougo: Everyone’s taking pictures here and there.

Nikaido Yamato: Should we take a pic too?

Osaka Sougo & Momo: Yaaay!

*Camera shutter*

Momo: Yup! All of us have nice smiles!

Osaka Sougo: This will be a great memory of our trip!

Nikaido Yamato: How nice would it be if we completed the mission by spending time on the beach.

Momo: Things would be boring if it ends this quickly! Let’s enjoy the mission too~!

Accompanying Staff: Thank you everyone for traveling this far!

Accompanying Staff: Here’s the card with your mission written on it. Please take a look at the hint and the exploration map as well!

Osaka Sougo: Thank you. Um, for starters, the mission is... “Let’s meet a mermaid!”

Nikaido Yamato: And the hint is, “Under the water.”

Momo: A mermaid... under the water... Maybe we can swim to an underwater palace from this beach!?

Nikaido Yamato: That’s more like Urashima Taro than a mermaid, isn’t it? (1)

Momo: Haha! Nice one, Yamato!

Osaka Sougo: Hmm, I can’t make anything out of the hint being under the water.

Osaka Sougo: Shall we start by looking for clues around here?

Momo: Ah! Then it’s time for this!

Momo: Tadah! I brought soap bubbles from Japan!

Osaka Sougo: Momo-san, you went through the trouble of preparing this for us...!

Momo: I thought it would be fun to do this at the beach! Aren’t these containers so colorful and cute?

Momo: I’ve got four colors for each member, ones in Yamato’s and Sougo’s colors, as well as Yuki’s and mine!

Nikaido Yamato: You even brought one in Yuki-san’s color.

Momo: They were sold in packs of two and I felt bad leaving Yuki back home, so I brought his.

Momo: Here, the green one for Yamato and purple for Sougo!

Osaka Sougo: Thank you very much.

Nikaido Yamato: Wow, I remember blowing into the hole at the tip of the stick as a kid, how nostalgic.

Osaka Sougo: It’s been so long since I did something like this. It’s kind of exciting.

Momo: Alright! Let’s make some big soap bubbles!

Osaka Sougo & Nikaido Yamato: Yeah!

End of Episode 1.

Urashima Taro: A fairy-tale of a fisherman who, after visiting the underwater Palace of the Dragon King, returns centuries later​.