#melon pull the trigger

[laniusbignaturals]

The second reason Edward is so infatuated with Arcade is that he’s a captive audience that speaks the same language as Edward who he gets to pretend he’s winning over and stunning with his intellect forever or at least for what he expects to be forever (snip snip bitch.) That reason is narrowly beat out by the first reason, which is that Arcade acts as a romanticized reflection of the type of man Edward likes to think his Pre-Caesar self was: Arcade is who Edward imagines himself to be on the inside. Like Henry VIII melodramatically insisting there was a difference between himself the king and himself the man. So Edward usually considers every apparent similarity between the two of them to be affirming but eventually Arcade does outright tell Edward that he too never knew his father because he died in a violent conflict and he too is a faggot from head to toe & Edward is just like no. None of that happened anymore haha. Maybe that was something you said about yourself before but now you’re my reflection and those are parts of myself I don’t like.

[kokomyass]

Genshin headcannons ☆ Traveller finding out that you are in a relationship with genshin characters pt.3

Genshin x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Trigger warnings ⚠️: none!!

featuring: Itto, Tighnari, Lyney

synopsis: in which, traveller and paimon find out you are an ✨️ITEM✨️!!!

Notes: for itto you are part of the L/N (last name) clan, for tighnari you are a forest ranger and for lyney you are his wonderful assistant!!

a/n: thank you anon for the request I enjoy writing these and it makes me giggle with I write them because I feel like I can imagine them happening....anyways enjoy lovlies!!

Itto

The Traveller and Paimon had found themselves in Inazuma again, this time just for some fun.

To their suprise one of the first people they encountered was the infamous Arataki Gang having what seemed to be a meeting in the middle of nowhere making an absolute ruckus with Shinobu stood with her arms crossed wishing she was somewhere else.

"Alright, gang! Today's meeting is super important! We gotta decide what to buy for our new, amazing, drop dead gorgeous, special member....AKA my girlfriend!" Arataki Itto's voice echoed.

"Well, if it isn't Bull Chucker! Fancy seeing you hear...making a LOT of noise as usual...." Itto turned his head and noticed the Traveller and Paimon making their way to where he was stood, a beam making its way on his face.

"Well, if it's isn't my amigos, the Traveller and little Lavender Melon Paimon!!" he boomed out.

"Hello, Traveller and Paimon it is nice to see you once again." Kuki said calmly in contrast to Itto's voice.

"Hey guys! Nice to see you too! What are you all up too? You seem awfully excited Itto....well more excited than usual..." Paimon asked with confusion.

"Well I am glad you asked, we have a newest member who also happens to be-"

Before Itto could finish his sentence, you approached, holding a pot that steamed with a delicious aroma.

You had a confident yet gentle smile on your face as Itto looked at you mesmerised. The Traveller definitely didn't miss this romantic gaze.

"Sorry I'm late, everyone," you said, setting the pot down. "I brought food for everyone too eat!"

"Y/N! You're just in time! Everyone, meet Y/N from the L/N clan AND my girlfriend. She has joined the Arataki gang to be in charge of making meals, since she loves to cook for people!"

"Hello all, nice to meet you. I have heard so much about you! All good things don't worry!" You chuckle as Paimon and The traveller looked back and forth between you and Itto looking stunned.

"The L/N clan?!?! How on earth did you pull a member of the rich, powerful and famous L/N clan? I suppose your good at some things...."

"HUH?! Shut it Lavender Melon!! The way we met isn't important-"

"Oh, it's rather romantic, don't you think Itto!" you wrapped your arm around Itto's after interrupting him and resting your head on his arm, as he sweatdropped.

"He broke into my residence to get some flowers, but I caught him and then we got chatting and obviously I fell in love with him!"

"WHAT?!?!?" Paimon and The traveller shouted as you and Kuki laughed and Itto couldn't look up.

"What can I say....I am a charisma king, I must say!"

Tighnari

Despite being in a relationship with the smartest person you know, his knowledge clearly didn't rub off on you because you felt like you were getting dumber by the day.

It all started when Tighnari had asked you and Collei to go identify some mushrooms to distinguish if the were edible or not to update the Avidya Forest Survival Guide.

After seeing a mushrooms that 'had to be edible' in your terms you decided to take a bite. Whilst the flavour was lovely to start off the with dizziness that came after was a clear indicator that it was probably poisonous

"Collei! Who is this and what's going on?!" you see through your lidded eyes a high pitched flying fairy and someone who looks like they are from out of Teyvat.

"Traveller, Paimon! Perfect timing! There is no time to explain but please help me take her to Master Tighnari!!"

Next thing you know you pass out completely and wake up with Tighnari sat on your bed checking your temperature and checking for any rashes.

"Tigh...nari??" you mumble reaching for him as he holds your hand.

"Ah Y/N, you are awake. Now what did I tell you and what have I always told you about the mushrooms you eat? What made you think eating this mushroom would benefit you! You have to listen to me or worse things could happen and you-" He stopped rambling and let out a big sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"I'm sorry, Nari...I promise I won't do it again..." you were now sat up looking guilty as he engulfed you in a hug that you reciprocated.

"Don't worry, just....be careful. I don't want to lose you."

"AHEM!!! Sorry to interrupt but the are still 2 very confused people stood here!!" Paimon burst out.

"My apologies, this Y/N a forest ranger and my girlfriend, she also takes care of Collei from time to time. Y/N, this is the Traveller and Paimon that I have told you about." Tighnari casually said patting your head as he got up to go to his table.

"Hey guys! It is a pleasure to meet you! I apologise for the circumstances...I can be rather clumsy at times..." you chuckle slightly as you sweatdropped.

"Nice to meet you too! I hope we become close friends! We didn't know you had a girlfriend Tighnari....it must be refreshing since you are opposites"

"Quite! It Master Tighnari says no about something I can go to Master Y/N and she will say yes!!" Collei happily exposes you and herself as you sweatdrop and Tighnari's head snaps back.

"COLLEI!!" both you and Tighnari shout as the Traveller and Paimon sit there chuckling.

Lyney

It was very dark at night and the Traveller and Paimon had just finished doing a commission for Katheryne and decided that the weather was nice enough to go on a scenic walk.

What they didn't expect to see on a cliff was a figure who looked like Lyney and another figure opposite him sat on a picnic blanket.

After some consideration they both mutually decided to approach you both.

What they didn't know is that you and Lyney were on a date, something you barely went on due to being busy. Lyney was the most romantic person you know and he always knew how to show you magic that you had never seen before that sent your heart aflame.

"My dearest rainbow rose, it pains me we cannot spend time together as romantically as we used to...when we are at work we are forced to keep is hidden..."

He holds your hands tightly and when he removes them a rainbow rose was in one hand and a box of expensive chocolates was in your other's you embrace each other.

"Uhhh, I hope we aren't interrupting anything...." Paimon suddenly speaks up scaring you both as you jolt away from each other pretending nothing happened.

"O-oh Traveller and Paimon!! What are you doing here?? I mean nice to see you again...." Lyney chuckles nervously as he hadn't intended for anyone to see him and you. You relationship was secret after all.

"Nice to see you too....but we should be asking what you are doing here embracing a woman!! And why do you look suspicious?!" Paimon laid all the questions on him, he let out a sigh giving up.

"Well, this woman here is Y/N, my personal assistant and also....my girlfriend. We have been keeping our relationship secret because it's a personal thing we don't want others to see."

"Hello Traveller and Paimon! It's lovely to meet you! Lyney has nothing but praises for you both!" you speak up smiling warmly.

"Hi there Y/N, nice to meet you too!! We are shocked you have a girlfriend Lyney considering how secretive you are...."

Lyney let out a heartly laugh intertwining his hand with yours.

"Well, I too would've said that 1 year ago but Y/N managed to steal a magicians heart, the hardest trick of all." Lyney looks at you lovingly as you look back at him lovingly too.

"Well, you guys are so wholesome and sweet, we are in support of your secret-"

"CLICK!!"

Everyones head snapped around to see Charlotte the Journalist taking pictures.

"CHARLOTTE NO!!" everyone shouted as The Traveller and Paimon sais their farewells and quickly caught her making sure she deleted those photos for good.

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a/n: thank you once again for the amazing request and if anyone wants anymore of these or anything help lemme know and I'll try my best!! love you all 💜🌙💜🌙💜🌙

[m3l0nfl0at]

just say yes - t. kuroo

kuroo tetsurou x f!reader ; fake dating to lovers, trigger warning: family problems which leads to a lot of degrading, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, flirty!kuroo x obtuse!fem reader, happy ending, 2000’s romance-esque vibe, y/n used a handful of times, heavy amount of pet names, a LOT of build-up, reader is lowkey weird girl coded (aka me), 13.2k words

summary: upon receiving an invitation to your sister’s wedding you decide to ask kuroo for a favor to be your fake date for the event. but what happens when your feelings for your fake date suddenly become real?

melon’s recommended melody: just say yes playlist

“I need you to do me a huge favor. Hear me out first, okay?” Kenma faces you in his chair even though his eyes were on his game. You inhale deeply, “I need you to attend a wedding with me and before you start saying no, I’ll do anything you want for a whole month”. Even though you knew Kenma could pay someone to do anything he wanted for him, you needed him to realize how desperate you were for him to attend this wedding with you. 

 While you look over to Kenma you’re holding your breath, your roommate was never consistent so you know him saying no was always a fifty percent possibility. Waiting for an immediate shutdown you’re instead granted with Kenma saying “Ok, when is this said wedding?” You start celebrating all too quickly because just as you tell him the dates, you’re met with an immediate dreadful silence. “Sorry, I have several business meetings that week but I think you can ask Kuroo. He did say he had vacation due to the off-season.” A flush creeps across your cheeks as you think about asking Kuroo. Knowing he’ll just tease you relentlessly for even asking him to fake a relationship with you. Kenma groans in annoyance at his game, snapping you out of your dazed contemplation, Kenma’s met with your pinched yet flushed expression.

 “You know better than anyone that I cannot ask Kuroo, Ken. Not only would I be betraying Alisa, but he plays around too much. I feel like I'm walking on eggshells trying not to get teased by him.” You huff sitting down while Kenma looks over at you with narrowed eyes finally taking his full attention off his game. “Just tell Alisa it’s a dire situation, I think she’ll understand why you so desperately need someone to attend with. She knows you wouldn’t voluntarily pick Kuroo for anything, even if he was the last person on earth.” You sigh letting your shoulders hang low knowing Kenma was right. Even though Kuroo was a smug bastard, he was your best option to come out of this wedding in one piece.

 Alisa immediately lets you in her apartment, noticing how you kept pacing around uneasily in the hall. Gaining the courage, you finally tell her your original plan to ask Kenma to come with you to your sister’s wedding until that ship sank quickly leaving you to a last resort. “So, you’re going to ask Kuroo to be your fake date because of your iffy relationship with your parents?” You quickly nod, lying flatly across Alisa’s bed. Looking up to see her supporting a sad sympathetic smile before she quickly follows up. “You know, I’m not his girlfriend right? You don’t need to ask me for permission to ask him out for pretend purposes. Besides, it's not like you have feelings for the guy.” 

 Pouting, you let out an elongated sigh conflicted because your gut was telling you instinctively, something didn’t feel right. “I know he’s not your boyfriend, not yet at least. Nonetheless knowing you like him it just feels icky not asking for permission. Plus, I don’t want to overstep any boundaries you may have. Or even worse, have you think I have any ulterior motives with him.” Alisa chuckles knowing that a major weight has now just been lifted off of your chest. Suddenly she pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, you both take a minute to bask in the comfortable silence until Alisa decides to break it.

 “I’m glad to have such a considerate friend like you, you don’t find too many people like that anymore.” 

You pick yourself up only to be mentally weighted down again, as a realization clicks that you’ve only solved half of your problem. Even though you got Alisa’s approval, you still hadn’t asked Kuroo, knowing he’ll be harder to persuade than Alisa. Massaging your temples you tell yourself to stop overthinking, for once giving Kuroo the benefit of the doubt. “Lis, how am I going to face Kuroo while I’m desperately begging for his help? He’s just going to ridicule me.” Alisa chuckles just as you start sulking for what feels like the tenth time today, picturing Kuroo’s annoyingly wide smirk.

 “Just ask him nicely like I do, he’s always super sweet to me. Doesn’t hurt to try?” You glance over at Alisa whose face is flushed all over while you make gagging noises. “Please stop, of course he’s going to be nice to you Lis, you’re an angel. For me, he just turns into a pestering tease who won’t give me a break. He can’t even have a normal conversation with me without poking fun.”Getting up you send Alisa a finger salute, taking off to go ask her rooster boyfriend to accompany you for the upcoming event. She then flashes you two thumbs up, sending you off in a nervous state. 

 Standing in front of Kuroo’s door with your head in your hands wondering what you’ll say to convince him to do this fake dating scheme. Fidgeting with your fingers, you finally look up to his door hesitatingly knocking twice, shocked to hear the chaotic rustling footsteps on the other side. Kuroo answers wearing a black fitted tank with some sweatpants signaling he just got home from the gym. As he leans on the doorframe, you suddenly take notice of his muscular build and just as you start to open your mouth to speak, nothing comes out. He notices you staring but decides to fill the silence feigning obliviousness. “Did Kenma forget something at my apartment again? No, I swore he came yesterday to get his Switch charger.” 

 You take a deep breath and close your eyes as you slowly start to whisper. “No, I actually came to talk to you. I need your help with something really important.” Kuroo lifts his brow and suddenly leans closer sporting his Gengar-like smirk. “I’m sorry but I actually can’t hear you, can you speak up sweetheart?” Your nose scrunches in disgust and suddenly you realize who you’re talking to. Not your roommate’s good-looking best friend but Alisa’s brash crush. Snapping out of whatever daze he had you in, you lean into him mimicking his stature feigning confidence. “I need you to be my date to my sister’s wedding next weekend. As a fake date of course…nothing real.” He takes notice of how you rush over your words and refuse to make eye contact with him but decides not to verbalize it, could be better blackmail material later he thinks to himself. 

 Kuroo leans on his door frame with an amused smile crossing his arms over his chest before puffing it to let out a chuckle. “Ok. I’ll do it.” You look at him with wide eyes shocked that he agreed so easily, shock soon turning into suspicion. “Why did you agree so easily, what do you get from this? Did Kenma pay you?” You step back raising an eyebrow only for Kuroo to lean towards you while pouting. He then reaches to take your hand holding it with sincerity. “Do you think that poorly of me sweetheart? I would never pass up an opportunity to date you, real or not.” He stares at you menacingly before you take your hand back to punch his shoulder. Making way into his apartment to land harshly on his couch, still wondering if he’s taking this seriously.

 “Ok for real, Kuroo will you help me or not?” He places a hand over his heart exaggeratedly taking a seat next to you. “I already said I would, what more do I have to do to let you know I have no hidden intentions?” You look at him straight on with narrowed eyes before muttering jokingly “I will never fully trust you, even if my life depended on it. Has anyone ever told you that you have the aura of a conman?” Kuroo looks at you as if he just faced the biggest heartbreak, dramatically placing a hand over his heart. “You know I have heard that before but coming from you sweetheart, that feels like a direct hit.”You roll your eyes knowing Kuroo is always one for dramatics. You start contemplating how this is actually going to work since Kuroo and Alisa both agreed. “What’s going on in your head princess?”Kuroo follows up by scooting closer to you and tapping his finger against your temple. “Tomorrow, meet me at the cafe down the street from Ken and I’s apartment. We can go over the plan and most importantly boundaries.” you say as you scoot back from Kuroo only to be met with the arm of his couch. 

 Letting out all the tension in your body, you allow yourself to relax while walking back to your apartment. Filled with relief that you found someone to willingly help you get your mother off your back. Especially since that someone was as picture perfect as Kuroo was, he was the trophy boyfriend that every parent would want you to bring home. Kuroo was smart, athletic, determined, and very charming. You cross your arms snickering loudly, wait till your mother gets ahold of him, that’ll finally put an end to her constant nagging. 

 Entering your shared apartment you notice Kenma chatting with someone on the phone, tiptoeing to try and ignore Kenma from addressing the elephant in the room. “Hey, get back here. You can’t just ignore me! Tell me, what did Kuroo say?” Staring down at your feet in embarrassment you head over to Kenma who’s still on the phone. “He said yes right away, no questions asked.” Kenma wrinkles his brows “Then why do you look so…tense?”. You try avoiding eye contact with Kenma hoping that he would drop the conversation but Kenma was known to never give up. “I didn’t want to make it awkward, I just asked your best friend to fake date me for a weekend. You don’t find that weird at all? Plus, Kuroo seemed way too desperate for my liking, it freaked me out.”

 It wasn’t till you were done with your ramblings that you heard a boisterous laugh on the phone, automatically knowing whom it belonged to. “Kenma! Were you really on the phone with him this whole time? You twerp! It’s even more awkward now!” Kuroo continues laughing as your hands cover your hot face. “Princess, did you really just call me desperate when you were the one eyeing me as soon as I opened the door?” Kenma notices the flush intensify across your face but before he can say anything you interject. Stating that you were heading to your room not wishing to engage in any more of their pointless conversation.

Awakened by a blaring ringtone you answer even looking at your phone, only to be met with instant regret. “You’re going to the wedding right? Your sister expects you to be there, she said she was even making you a bridesmaid? You understand how big of a responsibility that is, especially at such a last minute-“ Your mother continues talking but your mind instantly shuts her out. Knowing you should be listening but not having the energy to put up with her this early in the morning. “Mom, look it’s early and I just woke up so do you think you could give me a minute before you start being belligerent with me.” 

 You hear your mother huff on the other side as if she just heard the most offensive comment ever made towards her. Unconsciously rolling your eyes as you answer her first couple of questions. “One, yes I’m going, I don’t intend to miss my sister’s big day. Two, I already gave her all the information to help her with the sizing for my bridesmaid dress.” you let out a big sigh “Did you have any other questions mom?”. Your mother smacks her lips, “No, but how come you talk to your sister and not me? Even on the family group chat you don’t talk? Are you being lazy these days, do you have nothing interesting to report on? I want to hear how you’re doing and you treat me like I'm not important, do you want a new mom?” 

 You get up from your bed holding the phone up to your cheek before you start pacing around the room. “Your sister told me you were bringing a plus one? Is that correct? Didn’t know you had it in you to get a boyfriend, especially after all these years. I mean your sister is already getting married and you’re barely getting into a relationship? Don’t you find that a bit odd?” She chuckles condescendingly while you start picking at your cuticles walking to the kitchen. “Well mother, as much as I would love to continue this interesting conversation, I actually have a meeting to attend so I’ll let you go. I’ll see you at the wedding.” 

 Your mom agrees before hanging up finally putting you out of your misery. You place your phone on the counter as you start rubbing your temples not noticing Kenma enter the kitchen. “Who was that? Is Kuroo bothering you already?” you chuckle at Kenma’s remark, as much as you didn’t like Kuroo’s endless teasing you sure wish it was him on the phone instead of your mother. 

 “No, it was actually my mother but it’s over now. That’s all that matters, she got her monthly call so lets hope she doesn’t call again. Now that you reminded me, I do have to text Kuroo, just to make sure he can make it today. Wish me luck with that.” You exit the kitchen not wanting to socialize right now, due to your mother draining your mental battery. Deciding that you should start getting ready to head out to meet with Kuroo.    

 Texting Kuroo you found that he was already on the way to the cafe just as you had finished getting ready. As you’re on your way to the cafe you feel drained due to never really regenerating mental stamina from your phone call with your mother. Walking on auto-pilot mode, you start thinking about how to approach this meeting with Kuroo without pushing your problems on him. Entering the cafe you see Kuroo tucked away in the corner, sitting in a cozy brown booth. As the scent of coffee hits your senses, you feel it replenishing your fatigue. 

 “Hey, I hope you don’t mind but I already paid for your drink. Don’t worry I made sure to ask Kenma for your cafe order.”. Maybe this meeting wouldn’t be as hard as you thought it would be. You start placing your bag in the booth to sit while Kuroo rests his head on his palm, “Are you okay? Not to be rude but you look like you had a rough morning. Usually when you see me you have this flush on your face and start to stutter nervously.”. He smirks but you stop him before he could go any farther “Thank you Kuroo for the treat but please just don’t do this”, you gesture at him, “today.” Then placing your head down on the table dissociating, feeling remorseful for snapping at him. 

 Kuroo tilts his head drawing his eyebrows together, knowing something serious must’ve happened for you to be this irritated. He then lifts a hand onto the table to catch your attention “I apologize, don’t feel guilty for telling me your limits. For today, I’ll set aside all my teasing. But seriously, are you okay princess? Talk to me, what happened? If you don’t want to talk about it then that’s fine too.”. He then reaches for his drink waiting patiently for you to speak. 

 Giving into the silence, you decide that bottling your feelings isn’t healthy for your friendship or  for you guys’ new found fake relationship. “I had a phone call today with my mother and let’s just say I’m glad you agreed to come with me because I don’t think I could’ve done this alone. Throughout the call she just kept talking about how my sister is living a great life while I’m barely getting mine started.” you didn’t notice it but you started picking at your cuticles again, Kuroo did notice. Placing his hand on top of yours as both of your eyes lock on eachother “I’m guessing that’s the reason you asked me to attend this wedding?” He lifts an eyebrow hoping to get a verbal answer from you but instead gets a nod.

 “Well then that’s why I’m here with you, you’re not facing her alone. I don’t know if this’ll make you feel any better but you guys just have different definitions of life goals. She thinks a major life goal is getting married, while you think otherwise, it’s not your fault she’s stuck in her own ideals and is trying to push them onto you. You’re a grown woman, she can love you as her daughter but I think you’re grown up enough to make your own standard bunny”. You start laughing, brushing off the ridiculous nickname and focusing on how he makes perfect sense of your mother’s logic without even having to meet her. Sneaking a quick glance at you, Kuroo mentions how he also had family problems with his parents as a child. “My family problems lead me to meeting Kenma, who is now my best friend. So, who knows what yours will do for you?” Kuroo nudges you with his elbow and you suddenly think inviting Kuroo to come with you wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

 After you and Kuroo’s chat about your mother, you decided going forth it wouldn’t be good for you to withhold your family problems from Kuroo, especially since he is going to experience your parents behavior firsthand. Still sitting in the cafe, you both collaborate to come up with ideas on how you guys both first met. “As much as I would love to tell my parents how we actually met, I’d rather come up with something more romantic.” you spoke sarcastically knowing how you and Kuroo originally met was an embarrassment. Kuroo laughs recalling the first time you actually met wanting to tease you but deciding not to pester you after the morning you’ve been having, “Well, if we make it too romantic it won’t be believable. How about we say we met through Kenma on a blind date and we hit it off after I saw how enchanting you were.”. 

 You roll your eyes, “You do know no one is here, right? You don’t have to add all the compliments yet, who are you trying to impress?”. Kuroo rolls his eyes playful, knowing how obtuse you are. He decides to move forward with the conversation and express his opinion on the situation. “I think it’s simple and effective. No one needs to hear that our eyes met and we instantly loved each other. If it's too romanticized then people won’t believe us or even worse, we won’t remember it.” Locking eyes with Kuroo you realize he is being unrealistically rational today, “Who are you and what did you do with Kuroo?” you raise a brow at him. He chuckles looking down at his hands bashfully before locking hands with yours to fully get his message across. “I don’t want to bother you with being playful, especially with the morning your mother gave you. I want you to know I'm taking this role seriously, no matter what happens on this trip, I’ll always be by your side.”.

 He then squeezes your hand letting you know his sincere remark wasn’t him joking around. “We should probably start leaving soon but can we meet again in say two days? You know, start picking up couple mannerisms and go over what feels right and what doesn’t? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable while trying to impress your family.” You agree with Kuroo knowing you won’t get comfortable with physical affection so quickly, “Sounds good, in two days we can meet at your apartment to practice mannerisms. Since I’d rather not give Kenma two front row seats to embarrass myself the show.” You and Kuroo laugh before exchanging glances while he smiles at you. “I’ll see you soon bunny, text me when you make it home.” Kuroo starts picking up both of your belongings before handing you your bag, so you can both start heading your separate ways. You looked back at Kuroo walking away, feeling better about your day. What you didn’t see was him looking back at you two times, it’s safe to say you both left the cafe with a new sense of realization that day.

Two days, it took you two days to come to terms with being physically affectionate to someone that wasn’t your sister or Alisa. The whole train ride to Kuroo’s apartment you wondered if you could just stay on the train until you ended up back home. As if Kuroo had a sixth sense, he soon texted asking if you guys were still on for later today? Your last meeting you both decided on being truthful and who were you to break that promise so early? Responding back to him you say how you’re nervous for today and that physical affection doesn’t really come easy to you. After you hit send you reminisce about how your father used to force you to hug him after every argument you guys had. Snapping out of your thoughts you see Kuroo responding not even a second later, “That’s okay. We don’t have to do it all in one go. We can take small steps or you can verbalize what you’re comfortable with and we can practice later. Remember, we’re in this together! :)”. 

 Relief washes over you as you once again realize that Kuroo might be a tease but he’s also a respectable person. Heading off the train and walking to Kuroo’s apartment, deciding to take the elevator up. A wave of nostalgia hits you, realizing last time you were here you asked him to be your fake date. The wave of nostalgia turns sour as you start to feel nervous again, you decide to calm yourself by doing some breathing exercises all the way to Kuroo’s door. As soon as you are met with Kuroo he stares at you grimacing, “Did you take the stairs, why are you breathing so heavily? You know there’s an elevator right?” You stop your breathing, “I didn’t take the stairs! I’m doing breathing exercises, you jerk. I’m sorry not all of us can be the cocky and confident Kuroo.” 

 Striding into his apartment as you both sit down on the couch. Kuroo being the first to break the awkward silence, “Well, did you think about what you were comfortable with trying on the train? I was thinking the most we would have to do is maybe holding hands and hugging. If anyone asks us about anything else we can just say we’re not big on PDA, it’s not like we have to explain ourselves anyway. I don’t want you to push your limits considering your mother is going to be draining your social battery. Does that make sense? Did it sound okay, you’re looking at me weirdly?” As you heard Kuroo carefully explain how he never wanted to push your boundaries or make you feel subjected to PDA, for once in your life you felt understood. Getting up from your side of the couch you inch closer to him before opening your arms awkwardly. Kuroo then wrapped his arms around you slowly, afraid you’ll pull away. Hugging Kuroo felt different from any other hugs you’ve experienced. 

 Your father’s hugs always felt coerced and demoralizing, you never thought hugging someone could feel so homely and natural. Still hugging Kuroo you decide to tell him the truth, “I never liked hugging, it always felt like a burden. My mom treated it as a chore, making me greet our family even though I hated them and even my father making me hug him after our terrible arguments. Anyway, hearing you talk right now about not wanting to push me into anything made me feel weirdly understood. Thank you Kuroo.” Kuroo smiles into your hair as he lets go of a breath he didn’t realize he was holding in, “You shouldn’t have to thank me for understanding boundaries but since you never thank me, I’ll take it.”

 Tapping his shoulder, Kuroo realizes the moment is over for you but his heart still feels aflutter. “You’re right though, I shouldn’t have to explain myself to people. These are our boundaries and they need to respect them!”, you puff out your chest proudly before realizing you never answered him. “Oh and to answer your question, I’m fine with you hugging me and us holding hands. Nothing beyond that please.” Kuroo nods still freaking out over your shared moment before diverting your attention somewhere else. 

 “That reminds me, a suit should be fine to wear right? Since you haven’t really said anything about the theme of the wedding, I kind of just assumed. If not then we might need to go shopping.” Embarrassed, realizing you never really told Kuroo about the details of the wedding. “Sorry, Kuroo I didn’t realize! A black suit should be fine, I mean black will go with my bridesmaids dress-“ he cuts you off “Wait, you’re a bridesmaid? You really are worried about your parents if you’re forgetting key details. Well, I’ll make sure to look my best for my bridesmaid.” You side eye him, knowing he’s partially right. You’re placing more value on getting this interaction with your parents finished than actually paying attention to your sister’s big day. “We should both start packing for the weekend, it’s about a couple hours away so make sure to get some rest so you don’t fall asleep on the road. I’ll see you in a couple of days Kuroo.” You start heading for the door but just as you’re about to reach for the knob Kuroo beats you to it and opens the door for you. “Would it be weird if I asked for a hug before you leave?” You side eye him, “Don’t push your luck Tetsu.”. “Alright, I’ll see you later sweetheart! Text me if you need anything.” 

    The days leading up to the wedding passed quickly, as if time wasn’t on your side. The morning Kuroo and you had to leave you felt exhausted, mentally and physically. You couldn’t sleep due to the ticking time bomb that was your sister’s wedding, usually you would have texted Kuroo your concerns but didn’t want to wake him since he was the designated driver. The next morning packed and ready to go, you receive a text from Kuroo that he’s downstairs before heading out. Deciding to say goodbye to your roommate, you gently tap on Kenma’s door, walking in to see him at his desk. “Kenma I’m leaving…unfortunately. I’ll see you Monday, call me if you need anything!”Kenma nods and just as you start walking away he decides to say “Oh (Y/N), make sure not to fall in love with Kuroo, okay?” You freeze and start nervously chuckling. 

 Brushing off Kenma’s comment to walk down to your ride, you realize the nervousness washes away as you see Kuroo opening his trunk for your luggage. You knew that as long as you had Kuroo with you, you’d be fine for the weekend. “Here, I opened the trunk for you but please be careful with my suit. Oh and I have something for you when we get in the car.” Placing your bag and dress in the trunk, you then start to get in the passenger's seat waiting to see what Kuroo got you. “So, yesterday I realized we had to raise the stakes a bit to make this more believable, so I bought you this.” He pulls out an ornate necklace that has a letter K on it, showing you proudly with a wide smile. “Kuroo, where did you get this? Oh my god, I’m going to be sick, this is too much for me to accept. Why did you buy this for just a weekend? Are you crazy?”.

 Kuroo cuts off your ramblings by placing a hand on yours, “You’re a bridesmaid, everyone’s going to be looking at you. I wanted to show them you’re mine, even if it’s for the weekend. Plus now it’ll be more realistic, if anyone asks we can say it was an anniversary present. Now, let's not puke in my car over a gift, if it makes you feel better I kept the receipt so when this is over I can return it okay?” You nod feeling relieved before turning around so he could put it on you. What you didn’t know was that the receipt was thrown in the trash long ago, nowhere to be found. As you turn around to show the necklace to Kuroo, you notice his flushed appearance before he’s asking permission to touch the necklace lying flatly on your neck. You agree, he carefully touches the K charm as you notice him staring at the necklace then glancing back up to you, making sure your eyes lock on each other for a moment. “Beautiful.” he speaks for a moment, suddenly clearing his throat looking away to face forward, “it’s beautiful.” you feel your face heating up but decide to look at the road to distract your mind.

 “Thank you Kuroo.” he flaps his hand, “It’s nothing princess.”, you scoff. “No really Kuroo, thank you. For the necklace, the past week, and for coming with me. Today when I came down to meet you I didn’t feel nervous at all, I think your presence makes me feel at ease and like I can face anything.” Kuroo takes a quick look at you to see you looking down with a flushed face before interlocking you guys’ hands together “That’s what I’m here for bunny. Now lay back, don’t think I didn’t see how exhausted you looked coming down. It’s going to be a long drive anyway.” You squeeze his hand before looking in his direction to send him a drowsy smile, dozing off.

Kuroo shakes you awake to tell you that you guys made it to the hotel successfully, you start to unbuckle yourself before Kuroo stops you. “Hey, before we get off I just want to say one thing,” he grabs your face with both of his hands “you better not forget that I’m here for you and only you. If at any time it gets too much let me know. Remember no hiding feelings.” You take his hands in yours to pull them off your face before nodding your head and getting out of Kuroo’s car. Kuroo takes that as a sign that your mental battery is already draining, opening the trunk letting you both grab your luggages. “Let me do all the talking at the hotel, you can stay by me just in case you run into your family.” Kuroo successfully gets checked in and you successfully watch him do that without encountering any of your family members. 

 As you both head up to your hotel room Kuroo notices you rubbing your eyes, “You still tired sweetheart? When we get to our room you can lay down, dinner isn’t till later anyway.”, you nod in agreement as you both walk towards your room. However entering the hotel room you felt like someone poured a bucket of ice cold water on you, immediately waking you up. Facing a singular king bed in the middle of the room,“Okay, well safe to say I’ll be taking the floor and you can take the bed princess. I’ll go ask the receptionist for another blanket, just lay down while I go run this trip real quick.”. Even though Kuroo told you to lay down you couldn’t help but feel guilt eating away at you, first you drag him to come to your family event, then you made him drive, and now you’re forcing him to sleep on the floor? 

 As you’re mentally debating with yourself, Kuroo soon enters the room to be met with you sitting down on the bed wide awake in a daze, “You don’t feel tired anymore bunny? Don’t tell me you want to switch because I’ll happily take the bed.”. Before you could speak Kuroo then abruptly jumped on the bed next to you smirking “ Kuroo! I was about to say I feel bad for you but you know what sleep on the floor.” You lay down turning over but Kuroo lays his head on your shoulder looking over at you pleadingly. You quickly look away, “Anyways before you rudely interrupted me, I was actually thinking that we could sleep together…on the same bed with some space.”. Kuroo smiles “Okay sweetheart, I’ll put the pillows in between us so that way you’re not uncomfortable.” Kuroo lifts himself off you to then start placing pillows in between you guys, “There you go, pillows placed and now I’ll set the alarm clock to 5:00 pm, so that way we’ll have time to get ready. Now, let’s sleep together on the same bed with some space!” Kuroo laughs, knowing he’s poking fun at you, you turn around huffing, deciding to ignore him and attempt to sleep before dinner. 

 Thirty minutes pass by and you hear Kuroo snoring, deciding that you aren't going to fall asleep anytime soon, you get up from the bed deciding to kill time by texting Kenma and Alisa. Only for you to realize that you left your phone in Kuroo’s car, getting up to retrieve Kuroo’s keys you start heading down. However, it seemed like the world was against you because as soon as you step off the elevator you’re met with your father talking to the hotel receptionist while your mother looks around. As you start to walk the opposite way, you hear none other than your mother’s shrill voice. “Honey, don’t be rude, say hi to us.” you lift your hand to wave but still stay silent “Well, where’s this plus one you were talking about with your sister? Wait, let me guess he canceled at the last minute or he couldn’t make it due to a cold?” You dig your nails into your palms “No mom, he is actually sleeping right now. I just came down to get my phone from his car.” Your mother looks you up and down suspiciously before your father interrupts her. “How forgetful of you, I thought I taught you better. First not properly greeting us and now forgetting your phone in your boy friends car?”. You cut him off before he could talk anymore about Kuroo, “No need for the space father, he’s my boyfriend.” 

 Both look at you stunned with your sudden imprudence, “Let’s hope this “boyfriend” of yours is very retentive seeing he’ll need to make up for your lack of memory. Nonetheless, I’ll let you get to it, be safe dear. We’ll see you at dinner.” Wasting no time to say any closing remarks you head off to your original destination, Kuroo’s car. As soon as you open the passengers side you see the phone that caused you so much trouble to retrieve. You pick it up and start heading back to the room not even caring about what you originally intended to do with it. As you open the door to your room, you make sure to close the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake Kuroo before moving to carefully sit onto the bed and find safety in your room. As you're slouchy sitting down, you realize you felt more exhausted than ever due to the overwhelming amount of thoughts in your head after your interaction with your mother, “What happened?”, Kuroo’s hoarse sleep-voice pauses every thought playing in your head. “I went down to your car to get my phone.” “Alone?” you nod your head slowly. “I don’t need you to say anything. I already paid for the consequences…I ran into my parents in the lobby and both think I’m making you up. Not only do they think that I’m incapable but they also think I'm aloof because I “forgot” to say hi to them properly.” 

 You know Kuroo is listening due to the lack of snoring but you can’t see him so you start picking up the pillow border to move them out of the way. As soon as you lift the final pillow you’re met with Kuroo’s face being scrunched due to intense concentration. “Kuroo, can you…”, his face softens. While you hesitate knowing that this is new territory you have yet to cross, “Can you hug me, even it’s just for a while.”. After you finish your sentence you look up to see Kuroo opening his arms up to you, you make your way up to Kuroo before seeking comfort in his warmth. Realizing you just needed him in this moment for nothing else around you to matter. Kuroo kisses the top of your head “Don’t worry sweetheart, we’ll show them at dinner just how real I am to make them regret their words.”

  Recharging your social battery by cuddling Kuroo was not something you expected to happen today but you guess desperate times call for desperate measures. After preparing to be a fake couple with Kuroo, it was now time to make it a convincing reality. At the start of the two weeks you would have thought it to be a challenge, getting along with Kuroo. Now walking hand in hand with him to the rehearsal dinner, you scoff at your past self. The instant you walk into the rehearsal dinner, you’re met with lingering gazes on you and Kuroo which is to be expected. I mean you really weren’t typically known for being in a relationship, especially with someone like Kuroo. Kuroo squeezes your hand before leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Remember we’re in this together.”. He then guides you to your seats, which are right next to your sister and her fiancé. 

Getting closer to your sister you feel alleviated knowing she wouldn’t pester you or bother Kuroo with offhanded questions like your parents likely would. “Hey little sis, long time no see.” your sister suddenly pulls you into a hug before pulling back and looking behind you, “Who is this little sis? He’s very handsome, I taught you well!For a moment I thought your plus one was going to be Kenma!”. Laughing along with her quietly you quickly feel Kuroo pull your arm softly, “This is Kuroo, he’s my boyfriend.” your hands suddenly feel clammy introducing Kuroo as your boyfriend but the moment  you shared soon turned sour. “Pinch me, I’m dreaming,” a harsh voice interrupts, “did I just hear her say boyfriend? My daughter finally has a boyfriend after all these years!”. Even though some might mistake your mothers tone of voice as excitement, you knew all too well she meant it backhandedly. 

 Kuroo locks your hands together again “I never get sick of hearing that come from her. She always gets so flustered, it’s adorable. Don’t you think so?” He looks over at you after speaking before pulling your hand up to his lips placing a quick kiss to the back of your hand, “I heard from my love here that you guys met earlier in the hotel? I apologize for my absence. I had been driving all morning, you know how tiring that is.” Kuroo says as your parents turn wide eyed knowing you told Kuroo about your bump in. Your sister interrupts to quickly greet your parents so she can leave to go greet her other guests, leaving an awkward silence. Your father stares at you and Kuroo before raising a brow in Kuroo’s direction, “Well Mr. Kuroo, since we didn’t have the pleasure of meeting this afternoon, care to tell me more about how you met my daughter?” Kuroo chuckles before you cut him off “Dad, let’s not do this right now please. It’s not my day, it’s my sisters.”, knowing he’ll take this as an opportunity to ask belligerent questions.

 Unfortunately your discomfort doesn’t stop his persistence. “Well, I’m just asking? Can't your father be a little curious about who his little girl is dating?” Kuroo rubs his thumb over your hand “She’s reserved, you know? Nothing bad about that, we don’t feel the need to flaunt our relationship. I will tell you this though, I remember when we first met like it was yesterday. My first impressions of her was that she was such a kind and vibrant soul.”. Kuroo gets interrupted by your father, “Yes, she gets her kindness from me, I’m so glad to have raised such a kind girl.”, you roll your eyes at your father,  knowing the facade he’s putting on for Kuroo. “When we met she had just moved in with Kenma, of course he needed help with moving boxes due to how much streaming equipment he has. Being the caring person she is, she decided to volunteer to help us. Even though Kenma and I could’ve done it ourselves, she’s persistent.” 

 Realizing he’s not sticking to the plan, he’s telling the story of how you guys actually met. “At the time, I didn’t know her but thought she was sweet because Kenma mentioned her to me a handful of times saying that she always helped him with technical issues and streaming ideas. However, as soon as we started moving boxes she and I both had accidently reached for the same box bumping our heads together. She was so red that you would think it was permanent and I couldn’t help but think how adorable she looked blushing violently. When she stood up, she stood so quickly that she ended up tumbling over more boxes behind her.”. Now Kuroo laughs, recalling how strangely captivating you were that day to him. However, for once it didn’t feel like he was laughing at you, which most people tend to do. “To this day, if you ask her how we met she’ll decline telling you. She thinks it’s embarrassing but if you were to ask me I would say that day she stumbled her way wholly into my heart.” Kuroo looks over to you still rubbing your hand, before you lean onto his shoulder smiling, you’re so going to kill him later. 

 Your mother coughs, “Isn’t that adorable? Speaking of Kenma, where is he honey? No offense to Mr. Kuroo here but I thought you’d be with him. You know, spread some generational wealth to our family like your sister.” Kuroo feels you freeze. “What does Kuroo here even do? If you don't mind me asking?” your father asks before staring at Kuroo, his eyes widen at your fathers thoughtless remarks. Even though you’d allow your parents to walk all over you, you would never let them do that to Kuroo. “Does it matter what his profession is, dad? He makes me happy and that’s all that should matter to you. You know, I’ve put up with you for a long time demeaning me but I will not let you sit here and demean my boyfriend. Now, if you excuse me, I’m going to go head to the ladies room.” 

 Just as you get to the hallway, you feel someone grab your hand, only to be met with your father. “I’m sorry if your mother and I offended you but you cannot act like this at your sister's dinner. It’s your sister's moment and you’re acting like a brat, I raised you better than that.” You look at your father in disbelief, feeling anger blooming within your chest, wanting to lash out and create a scene but not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “Excuse me, I need a moment to speak with my girlfriend please.” You and your father look to see Kuroo behind you guys, “If I were you, I’d talk some real sense into her. She should be ashamed of herself, creating such a spectacle at her own sister’s rehearsal dinner. Now you understand why she’s been single for so long, acting like a little girl.” Kuroo blocks out what your father is saying to see you clenching your fists so hard that your hands are losing color, looking up at your glossy eyes to see them devoid of any life and replaced with dullness. 

 “I’ve heard enough, sir. Give us a moment.” Kuroo snaps at your father making him leave swiftly as he glances back at you scoffing in disappointment. As soon as he leaves Kuroo gives you the keys to his car, telling you to go while he explains to your sister that you’ll both be leaving for the night. While handing you his keys he sees the nail marks imprinted harshly on your palms making note to care for those later. “Tell my sister I’m so sorry, please.” Kuroo angled his head downward to see you holding the keys tightly while trying not to cry, expressing your apologies to your sister. “I’ll let her know bunny, now go quickly.” Kuroo walked you to the door so that way you had no chance running into your parents, making sure that what just happened never happens again.

 “Hey, what’s up Kuroo? Did something happen?” Kuroo sends your sister a sympathetic smile. “Your sister and I are leaving a little early tonight. She’s not feeling too well but she sends her deepest regards.” Your sister sends Kuroo a knowing look, “Tell her that I'm not mad at her. I know our parents can be…crazy and that’s putting it lightly, if she needed to get away that’s fine. Actually, thank you for being with her tonight, Kuroo. Now, I think she needs you more than ever.” Your sister then waves off Kuroo. Heading to you, he sees you in the car messing with your hands guiltily. “She wasn’t upset with you bunny. She empathized with you, saying she knew how your parents could be.” That helped you breathe clearer, lifting some heavy weight off your chest, feeling safe and sound in this moment with Kuroo.

 Entering your hotel room, Kuroo takes your hand in his and guides you to sit down on the bed. Giving you some much needed space, shortly leaving the room to change. Alone with your thoughts, you think how bad things would be if Kuroo wasn’t here. Yet him getting belittled because he was associated with you was where you drew the line. How much farther could your parents go before Kuroo’s mental state starts slowly chipping away too. Cursing yourself for even letting your parents get a rise out of you infront of Kuroo, body heavy with disappointment. Now feeling embarrassment crash over you, wanting nothing more to shed the skin of your actions today and get out of this tight dress. You go to grab a wire hanger hoping that you could take off this dress the same way you put it on. 

 Kuroo walks out of the bathroom dressed in his pajamas to see you fishing the zipper on your dress with a hanger, “Sweetheart? You know you could’ve just asked me to unzip it for you right?”, you turn around stumbling back. “Kuroo, you scared the crap out of me! Don’t do that again.”, you place a hand on your chest before turning back around, “Then can you just unzip it for me please?”. Kuroo’s eyes bulge out of his head, shaking his head wanting to clear his thoughts, “Sure, don’t have to ask me twice princess.”. As Kuroo closely approaches, you start moving your hair to your left shoulder, Kuroo successfully unzips your dress then proceeds to press a light kiss to your shoulder. “I’m sorry about today sweetheart, I should’ve gone after you but your father beat me to it. To be honest with you, their words kind of shocked me.”. 

 He hugs you from behind, laying his head on your shoulder, his hands softly placed on your waist, “I never once felt insecure about my job but hearing them bring it up like I was some peasant not worthy of you, made me question myself…I thought if this is how I feel from one comment, then you must feel awful dealing with this your whole life. I’m so sorry bunny.” Listening to Kuroo you couldn’t help but feel emotional, knowing how emotionally burnt out you are just from one day with them. Kuroo sensed something was off as soon as he saw your shoulders sag, “Princess? Are you okay?”. Deciding to swallow your pride you turn to face Kuroo. Crying blurred some of your vision but the look of concern on his face still came through for you. Feeling undeserving of any kind of empathy, “Kuroo, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have asked you here, I didn’t know they would go this far. It’s all my fault for dragging you into this.” 

 Kuroo grabs your hands while stepping back shocked to see your weeping face, “My love…no, it’s not your fault! If I didn’t come and heard you over Kenma’s phone crying I wouldn’t have known what to do with myself. I would’ve drove all the way over here just to come get you bunny. Even if you didn’t want to come with me. I would’ve thrown you over my shoulder and forced you back home.” You weakly laugh picturing Kuroo angrily driving for two hours just to come get you. He turns over your palms to see the indents of your nails still there as he caresses the marks, “Go get changed princess, you had a long day.”. Agreeing, you head to the bathroom before changing and getting rid of every bad memory that happened today. When you return you’re met with Kuroo on the phone speaking to someone, laying down next to him on your shared bed just to decompress. “Yeah, thanks for your help. I’ll tell her to call you tomorrow. Bye Kenma.” You look over at Kuroo, “What were you guys talking about?” Kuroo pulls you into his chest. 

 “Nothing, just asking him for some advice.” He starts pulling your palms up to his lips before giving them soft kisses, you pull back scrunching in disgust, “Don’t, my palms are going to be all clammy.”. He grins, grabbing you to tightly hug, “You’re very strong for enduring that your whole life, my strong bunny.” he pets your head. “Tomorrow will be better, I promise. Let’s go to sleep, we have a long day ahead of us.”

You woke up lying next to Kuroo the following day, seeing the sunlight peek through the blinds behind him. Illuminating him beautifully, you run your hands across his face softly. “Good morning princess.” You stop your hand after seeing Kuroo stare at you, “Morning, Tetsu.”. Truth be told, Kuroo was awake before you but didn’t want to get up, longing in the feeling that was waking up next to you. You get up and stretch, making sure to tell Kuroo your busy schedule today. “Let’s go drop you off, my beautiful bridesmaid.”, you roll your eyes at his remark. Starting to head off to the venue to meet with your sister and her other bridesmaids.               

 “Text me if you need anything, I’ll let you know when I'm heading over here, okay?” Kuroo looks at you one more time as if this is the last time he’s going to see you. “I’ll be away from you for only a couple of hours, drama queen.” Before getting off you peck Kuroo on the cheek and head into the venue. It wasn’t till you got into the venue you realized the severity of your actions, embarrassed but immediately receiving a text from Kuroo. “Goodbye to you too sweetheart x”

 Spending the first half of your day getting dolled up to be in your sister’s wedding was chaotic. When Kuroo texted you he was on his way to the venue you knew it was almost showtime. “You look beautiful. I’m so happy for you.” You look behind you to see your sister, “I could say the same thing to you, it’s the fairytale wedding you’ve always dreamed for. It’s your big day.”. You both hug before being interrupted by the photographers letting you know that it was time to take pictures. “Who knows maybe next time I’ll be the bridesmaid to you and Kuroo’s wedding.”, she playfully nudges you before heading to the photographer. “What!”

 As you’re taking pictures you see your mother, she calls you and your sister wanting to take a picture with you both. You make sure that you put on a good fake smile even though you didn’t forgive her or your father for yesterday. Wrapping up the pictures, your mother pulls you aside. “Well, look who it is? You know, your father and I were very upset that you left so rudely.”, realizing that you’ve done this for far too long you stand your ground. “Mother, I appreciate all you’ve done for me in my life but I’m not going to accept this anymore. First you verbally break me down but now you’re attempting to take down my boyfriend with me? How far are you willing to go before you realize this act is pathetic. After this wedding, you cut all contact with me. Unless it’s an emergency or you’d like to apologize for your behavior, don’t bother. Now, if you don’t mind I’m going to walk back in there and put on a smile like a mature woman, you should do that too. Not for me but for her.”. You point to your sister before walking back inside, only thinking of Kuroo yesterday telling you how strong you were. 

 Hearing the quartet start to play the music, you realized the time has come. Your sister is finally getting her big beautiful moment. Marching down the aisle you head over to the spot your sister assigned you looking around afterwards. Spotting Kuroo he smirks, shyly waving to you. You look down, trying to lessen your smiling afterwards looking right back up. Kuroo catches your attention again before you see him mouthing that you look breathtaking. At this moment everyone disappears and it’s just you and him, your heart speeds up. Lost in each other's gaze you hear the quartet stop signaling your sister's arrival, you look at her and can only think of how beautiful she looks but Kuroo’s gaze never left you. 

 At the very moment, your sister got down the aisle you couldn’t help but feel tears fill your eyes. The preacher starts his speech while you look over at Kuroo. “Love is patient, love is kind.” Kuroo’s smile reaches his eyes, you feel a flutter in your stomach. “It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” Keeping eye contact, your heart stops, the flutter in your stomach feels like it’s going feral, and your hands are clammy. Kuroo is the only person to have ever made you feel that way, safe and hopeful. Kuroo is the most kind individual you knew and was always patient with you, you feel your knees get weak. Do you like Kuroo?

  Your thoughts get cut off by everyone clapping at your sister and her fiance, you slowly start clapping, joining her other bridesmaids. Watching the newlywed couple start walking down together, people follow as you stay behind going crazy. You can’t like Kuroo but you still have to put on an act with him to shut your parents up. Kuroo and you being the only ones left in the venue he comes up to you taking your hand in his. “Shall we go to the reception my lady?”, Kuroo playfully bows in your direction. You chuckle before interlocking your arms together, “We shall.”.

 Arriving at the reception Kuroo feels that something with you is off, your eyes were always avoiding him and when he tries to hold your hand you flinch away. “Hey bunny, are you ok?”, you jump at the feeling of Kuroo’s breath near your ear, “Yeah, I’m totally fine. Just on edge because of family and what not”. Making up a fake lie was all you could do in this situation, feeling guilty for breaking you and Kuroo’s pact to not keep anything from each other. Kuroo gets up, your eyes follow him, “Well in that case, then let’s go dance.”. Your hands feel clammy as Kuroo offers his hands to you, waving yours back in rejection. “Ah no, I don’t know how to dance.”, Kuroo smiles in retaliation, “Then I’ll teach you, it’s not that hard anyway sweetheart.”. He grabs your hand lifting you in one go while dragging you to the dance floor.

 Kuroo places his hand on your waist and the other interlocking with yours, following you interlock hands and place the other on his shoulder. Looking down at his feet making sure to not step on them, Kuroo lifts your face up to him. “Don’t focus on your feet princess, keep your eyes on me.”, you nod mesmerized by him. He starts leading, swaying slowly back and forth, “See it’s easy, sweetheart. It’s just you and me here bunny, only focus on me.” , fascinated by Kuroo. He was right, in that moment it was just you and him. Every worry vanished, you didn’t notice your parents looking at you two or your aunts gossiping about you, it was just Kuroo helping you sway to the music. “I mean what I said earlier by the way, you look beautiful princess. I mean don’t get me wrong, you look gorgeous everyday but today bunny. You just have this fascinating glow to you. It’s like I can’t take my eyes off of you, you’re so captivating.” Your palms start sweating, hearing the music stop you break away from Kuroo abruptly. “Sorry, thank you for the dance Kuroo.”, wiping your sweaty palms you start to head back to your table feeling dizzy. Not realizing your parents sat themselves at your table, sitting down trying to look for Kuroo in the crowd. 

 Finally finding him near the refreshments, letting out a breath of relief. “So, got anything to say about yesterday young lady?” you freeze just barely noticing your parents at your table. You start to turn around feeling the fear comeback into you facing your father. “No, actually I have nothing to say and I’d prefer if we don’t talk about this here.”, trying to be the mature person in this situation. Your dad crosses his arms, “It’s just like you to walk away, you know you talked a big game to your mother but now you have nothing to say to me?”. Feeling your throat burn you start to pick at your fingers starting to speak before getting interrupted.

 “No matter what title you have to her, that doesn’t allow you to speak to her that way? A father should never speak to their daughter that way. Instead of trying to celebrate your other daughter’s beautiful wedding, here you are trying to make it about yourself. Excuse us, we're going to go ahead and sit somewhere else.” Kuroo places your drinks down before grabbing your hands and guiding you to another table. “I’m sorry bunny, I went to go get refreshments for us cause you seemed flushed after dancing but trouble seems to follow you anywhere you, huh?”, Kuroo tries lightening the mood but you still feel frozen by the tone your father displayed. Noticing how you weren’t letting up he decided to pull you away from the party entirely, gently caressing your face. “Sweetheart, look at me.”, he slowly starts swaying you just like before. 

 Laying your head on his shoulder you start swaying hearing music faintly playing in the background, “It’s just us remember. I’m here now.”. Kuroo’s lips gently graze your forehead as your vision feels blurry and you feel hot tears welling up. “Kuroo, can we go back to the hotel?”, he nods as you pull him to his car, not wanting to spend another minute near your parents. Driving to the hotel looking at the window you realized, your parents sucked at wanting to be parents. Being their daughter you always tried to make excuses for them but seeing how they treated Kuroo, it finally clicked for you that your relationship with them wasn’t worth the mental gymnastics. “Kuroo, do you talk to your parents?” Kuroo nods, feeling bad for not being able to provide the answer you wanted. “I do, I’m not going to lie to you though our relationship isn’t perfect but it’s not borderline damaging like your relationship with your parents. No offense.” You laugh, “No offense taken, It’s just sad to me that my parents don’t really feel like my parents. I can’t justify our relationship anymore, especially after everything they put you through. I just have to accept that my parents are not willing to change. Man, I need a drink after the day I’ve had.”

Heading out to the hotel bar, you and Kuroo decide to hangout before heading up to you guys’ hotel. Just getting a soda to drink, prematurely deciding that anything alcoholic will mess up your mental state even more. “Thank you Kuroo. We did it! The weekend is over!” You cheer with Kuroo before taking a sip of your drink. “This weekend was rough but you made it easier.” Kuroo leans on the bar smiling, picking at the tab on his soda can, “Well sweetheart, with you by me anything is easy.”. Suddenly feeling daring, you lean forward deciding to tease Kuroo the way he teases you, “Are you saying I’m easy Tetsu? That’s so mean of you to say to a girl who’s already down.”. Kuroo laughs leaning into you, “Bunny, we both know you’re anything but easy, more like troublesome.”  

 Kuroo leans down playing with the K charm on your necklace that lays on top of the nape of your neck as his gaze travels up to your face. Your breath hitches, knowing that your conversation just took a left turn, “Your friends wouldn’t describe you as troublesome, no?”. You shake your head, “Then what does that make me bunny?” You feel your heart pounding in your chest, “Tell me then sweetheart, tell me you want to be with me and I’ll drop everything to be with you. I’ve been telling you, "It was always you”, only you bunny.” Kuroo is only centimeters away from your parting lips. You feel his eyes locked on yours while your breath quickens, his fragrant musky cologne overtakes all your senses, and even though your desire to touch his lips with yours is strong, you hesitate.

“This is a mistake.” You whisper before pulling away abruptly, his fingers accidentally breaking the chain he bought you. You knew Alisa wanted him and what kind of friend would you be to take that from her, what kind of friend are you to even joke around like that? Deciding to pull away from Kuroo meant keeping your friendship with Alisa, knowing that she’d be heartbroken if she even knew you had any sort of feelings for Kuroo. “You’re right, this was.” Kuroo’s warmth is now gone and replaced with an ice-cold wall of rejection. He pulls away shaking his head and avoiding your eyes, “I’m heading back to our hotel room, since it’s the last night I think I’ll just take the floor.”, you sit up knowing you shouldn’t leave Kuroo alone but fearing what will happen if you convince him to stay. 

 Quickly contemplating the options in your head but your feet feel glued to the floor and a deafening silence hits your ears. You felt naive for allowing yourself to have feelings for Kuroo knowing he was never yours, you felt numb to the outside world. How could you do this to him, you hurt the only person who stuck out their neck to protect you. Not only did you hurt him but you also hurt Alisa, you felt like a terrible person. Not realizing you were in public till you heard people laughing near you, you felt heavy with negative thoughts consuming you. You quickly fix yourself before heading up to your hotel room. 

 Approaching the hotel room, you are met with light peeking out from under the door in the hotel hallway. Your chest felt like it was on fire, how could you go in there and act like everything was fine? You wished you could just start everything over from the beginning and profusely beg Kenma to come with you instead, never even considering asking Kuroo. Maybe even ignoring the invitation altogether and telling your sister you came down with some terrible food poisoning. Mid thought, the door abruptly opens but you can’t even tell because your slouched figure is on the nearest wall covering your face deep in thought. Kuroo stands still thinking about his next actions before shakily telling you that he’ll see you in the morning to drop you off at your apartment. You nodded, still stuffing your face in your hands because your throat felt too heavy to talk and you felt too ashamed to show your face. 

 Kuroo lingered longer than he expected wanting to hear you explain yourself but nothing progressed. Instead of saying anything, you finally let your hands fall to your side to be met with a blurry version of Kuroo’s silhouette. Just as you’re about to enter your shared hotel room, Kuroo suddenly grabs at your forearm. You stop becoming speechless at his actions wanting to grasp onto any words that’ll escape your mouth only to be met with nothing. He instead takes a deep shaky breath before speaking. “If you need me for anything just text me, I’m going for a drive. I’m not mad at you… I just need some time.” You didn’t face him still looking forward as you nodded before retracting your hand and heading in. Hearing the door shut in place, you sit down on the edge of the bed taking shelter in your arms. Conflicted about what to do with yourself now that you were truly alone. You did the only thing that felt right in this moment, cry, because deep down you know it’s over. Whatever chance you had at an actual friendship with Kuroo is over. The wedding being over was no longer a relief because you knew trouble was just going to follow. 

 Feeling the burden of having to explain yourself to Kenma, who would most likely be mad at you for stupidly developing feelings for his best friend and Alisa, who probably wouldn’t want to be your friend knowing you're disloyal to her. Laying down you grab the blanket and pull it up over your head, shutting out the world. However, the blanket could never replace the amount of comfort Kuroo would provide you and you only have yourself to blame for that.

 The next morning you’re met with Kuroo packing up his belongings, “Morning.”. His voice devoid of any  playful emotion and missing the stupid pet names he calls you, your heart breaks. You lift yourself up before heading to the bathroom to take off all of yesterday’s remains. As you slip everything off you feel yourself remembering how good the day started just for it to end rotten. Washing your face, you hoped you would wake up and maybe this would all just go away like a bad dream but sadly it wasn’t. Facing the consequences of your actions you decide to go back out there. Packing your things away you feel your phone ring, deciding to silence it before seeing it was Kenma spam calling you. Looking around seeing Kuroo immersed in packing you decide to put your phone on do not disturb. “You ready?”, you turn around to see Kuroo packed, “Yeah.”. Picking up your things before heading out the hotel, this was going to be a long drive.

After your awkward drive with Kuroo, you knew exactly where he would be going and exactly where you couldn’t go. Knowing he’d end up venting to Kenma, you go where you knew Kuroo wouldn’t be. That’s how you end up knocking quietly on Alisa’s door in the early morning. She opens up to see your sunken and tired expression as you fall straight to the floor begging for forgiveness. Her eyes widened, “What happened, what did your family do to you and where’s Kuroo? How come he didn’t come up with you knowing you’re in this state, I’m going to kill him.” You silently look up to Alisa before covering your sobs with your hand and saying sorry. She looks down at you confused, while her brows furrow in concern. 

 “What are you saying sorry for honey? Are you ok, come in and tell me what happened.” Alisa pulled you into her apartment, you sat in silence waiting patiently to get yourself together before saying your explanation on the weekend and why you suddenly came to her declaring for forgiveness. Deciding to cut to the chase you close your eyes before explaining everything, “Kuroo tried to kiss me Lis and I pulled back because I didn’t have it in me. He’s yours, Lis. However, I would be lying to you If I said I didn’t have feelings for him and I’m so sorry.” Alisa stares blankly into space, “He tried to kiss you?”, you nod. “Alisa, what kind of friend would I be if I kissed him back and didn’t let you have a chance? I couldn’t live with myself If I took this opportunity from you.” Alisa chuckles and looks at me like you’ve overlooked key details.

 “You are so beautiful but yet so dense. What kind of friend would I be if I denied you an opportunity to be with someone who likes you? Answer me, do you like him?”. You looked at her then looked away afraid this would blow up in your face. “I guess? Maybe? I don’t know! When we started this I thought he was annoying but now he’s less annoying?”, not knowing what else to say about him without hurting her feelings. “Do you remember what I told you the day you came to ask me for permission to fake date him?”, you nod. “Well then, you should know that Kuroo is in fact not mine. Yes, I liked Kuroo but I now know he doesn’t feel the same way about me. However, I do know that he feels that way about you, so what are you going to do about it?”. 

 Your stomach felt like it was in knots, did you like Kuroo that much you were willing to take him away from Alisa? How do you know when you like someone? Was wanting to kiss him at the hotel an instinct or a moment of weakness? Thinking back to the weekend you realized just how much Kuroo influenced you, how his compliments started to linger on your mind for longer, or how you suddenly turned into a mess each time he engaged in physical contact with you. Holy crap, you liked Kuroo. Oh no, you liked Kuroo. You look up at Alisa who gives you a knowing look, “Go get him girl!”. Even though you wanted to make a big dramatic escape to Kuroo you knew it just wasn’t that simple, you dropped your head.

 Alisa looks at you questioningly, she thinks you didn’t hear her so she raises her voice a little. “Hello, I said go get him… why are you hesitating?” Your sigh fills the room, you don’t know what to say, you don’t know if there’s anything left to say. “I messed up badly, what am I supposed to say? Hey Kuroo, I know I said almost kissing you was a mistake but now I suddenly realized I like you. Kuroo doesn’t deserve backpedaling. Plus, we didn’t talk the whole way home! What do you think that means? I hate you.“ Alisa cuts you off before you can talk for another 30 minutes. “Look, if he really liked you he wouldn’t be over you in the span of a day! I’ll give you two days here before I drag you to his apartment myself. So get yourself mentally prepared to talk to him, okay?”

 I’m heading home, is what you text Kenma before putting your phone on, do not disturb, not wanting to hear him nag at you for avoiding him. It takes you a while to pick up all your belongings due to your hesitance. Alisa notices, “Ok, I’m about to start throwing all your stuff in your bag. I told you two days, not two decades, what’s taking you so long to pack? Didn’t you already tell Kenma that you were on your way?” Alisa glances over at you slumped on her bed. “I’m just mentally getting ready for Kenma to get upset at me, you know how territorial he is when it comes to Kuroo. On top of that, he’s scary when he’s mad. Usually people yell and argue but Ken just gets silent and stares at you disappointedly.” As soon as Alisa starts laughing you both hear a knock on her door. Glancing at each other, deciding to tiptoe to the door. She glances out the peephole to see Kuroo, gasping she whispers to go to her room. You signal an ok as you quietly but quickly make a run to her room.

 She opens the door to see Kuroo in a distressed looking state, “Hey Kuroo, what’s up?”. “Alisa I need your help, I know (y/n) was just here but how was she before she took off? Was she upset, did she mention being upset at me?”, Alisa had never seen Kuroo like this. Even in high school when he played big tournaments he always stayed peaceful. She quickly thought how he must really like you if you have him this distressed. You were listening to Kuroo ramble from Lis’ room and for once you felt like you were listening to yourself speak. “She’s actually still here, she hasn’t left yet.”, your heart drops, “Come on out! I’ll leave you guys to it, let me know when this is all over.” With that you hear the door click and footsteps heading towards Lis’ room.

 “Hello, anyone there?” Kuroo stops right in front of Alisa’s door before knocking softly, “I know you’re in there. Can you please open the door? I want to talk.” You hear Kuroo’s breath falter waiting for your response before you open the door letting him in. You guys look at each other before breaking the silence, “I’m sorry I didn’t reach out Kuroo, I didn’t want to seem pushy. Especially if you felt that you needed more time.”. Kuroo laughs bitterly, “Do you ever intend to put yourself first?”. You felt your heart stop, “Excuse me?”, you didn’t know if this was a fever dream or if Kuroo was really trying to reprimand you. “Kenma filled me in, he told me why he thinks you didn’t kiss me back. I want you to tell me the truth, is it because of Alisa’s feelings or is it because you don’t like me?”

 Kuroo knows the answer but he wants to hear you say it. Kuroo grabs your fidgeting hands, “Please bunny, tell me. If you don’t like me I’ll walk away, never bother you again. If you do like me then I need to hear it from you.”. He hears you take a deep breath, anticipation building up in him. “I didn’t want to hurt Alisa. Even if I did like you, knowing I would betray Alisa would hurt me more. I’m sorry but I need you to understand that.”, a silence looms over you two. “What about what you wanted? What about what Alisa would want for you?”Kuroo has you thinking about what you wanted for once but not being selfish enough to take it. 

 You stare at your hands interlocking, “You aren’t supposed to be with someone like me. The weekend we shared validated that answer, whether it be my parents dragging me down or even my own expectations limiting me. If you’re associated with me, I fear that I’ll just bring you down. Alisa has a beautiful family, a great job, and everything you need to live a happy life. I don’t deserve you.”, Kuroo’s heart shatters with each dig you throw at yourself. “Sweetheart, look at me.” You stare at Kuroo seeing that his eyes are watering, “Ever since you clumsily stumbled into my life you have possessed every single one of my thoughts, I wasn’t lying to you.” He places his face near yours.

 “I know that asking to be with you, is asking for all of you, all of your family troubles, your bad days, and even your nagging roommate.”, you chuckle, now tearing up with him. “That also means I get quiet mornings waking up next to you, being able to come home to you after a long day, and just being with you, no one else. You fill the holes in my heart that are shaped after you, and hold my heart in the palm of your hands. I never want you to feel like you have to earn me, you are good enough just as you are sweetheart. I don’t only want the good parts, I’ll be by you through the bad parts too. We’re in this together and I never intend to break that promise bunny.”, you shyly smile. No one has ever talked to you in such a caring manner that wasn’t meant to be taken platonically. “I really, really want to kiss you Tetsu.” You lean into Kuroo still feeling doubtful. “Okay, I’m all yours.”, you quickly kiss him, seizing the opportunity he gave you. 

 You both start getting lost in the feeling of kissing each other, relishing in how quiet your mind was, thoughts buried in the thought of how plush Kuroo’s lips felt. You never wanted this feeling to stop, Kuroo pulls away from you, still close enough to pull you back in. “I guess this trip brought you a new boyfriend, huh?”, you pause laughing for a moment remembering back to the cafe. “You’re such a nerd Tetsu.”, you look down to his lips wanting to kiss away his cocky smirk. “Oh, you forgot this at the hotel by the way, clumsy girl”, you looked at him in concern before seeing the K necklace, shocked. “I made sure to fix it for you, I can’t have my baby wearing it broken now, can I?”, he smirks looking at you. You turn around letting him lay the necklace down, clasping it together. “You know how I said I kept the receipt?”, you nod, “Well I kinda lied about that.” You turn around slowly, “Kuroo Tetsuro, how much did you spend on this? What if I had said no to your confession?” He grabs your face close to his smirking, “Well good thing I already said I’m all yours sweetheart.”, kissing you softly relishing in the thought that you both belong to each other.

divider credit to @/anitalenia and @/thecutestgrotto

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ melon's marginalia: please enjoy, this is my first long fic and i hope you love it! inbox is open if you have any comments!! kuroo is slowly becoming my fav character!! 🐈‍⬛

[risuola]

YOU CRYIN'? pt. 2 — F. READER x GOJO SATORU

So... it happened, you and your frenemy of ten years fucked and now, you have to deal with his shenanigans, idiotic pet-names and so. much. touching. The man took teasing you straight to his heart.

cw: smut, little to no plot, unprotected sex, Satoru being his usual teasing self, reader discretion is advised — 1,6k words

» PART ONE

"Fuck you, Gojo."

"Oh my, your mouth is so filthy," the man laughed quietly, squeezing your hip and pressing his hard, muscular body against your back under the guise of reaching for a can of soda that he could have easily grabbed without gluing his dick to your ass. His lips brushed against your ear as he added, "should I punish you for that?"

" Get lost," you snapped, pushing him away with your hips and he chuckled.

"I think I should," his grin widened. "You've been acting like such a brat lately. I wonder why would that be?"

God, how you hated him and his stupid smile. Ten years of knowing each other and still all you could think of when he opened his mouth was to break his damn nose. You thought he couldn't possibly get any more annoying than he already was, but he proved you wrong every time. It's been four months since the two of you had sex for the first time, and somehow that triggered another level of madness that you had to deal with while working with him. Endless supply of idiotic pet names, never-ending sexual innuendos, and so much touching now created the new veil around the usual bickering that has been going on for a decade.

"It's not me acting like a brat. It's you straight-up being an idiot," you scoffed, glancing around the crowded gymnasium at Jujutsu school. It was a special night; students and some teachers from Kyoto were visiting Tokyo, and the only reasonable thing to do was to throw a party to create bonds between the youths and just relax a little without the need for training and fighting. There was a little bit of that, as some of the students just communicate through their fists, but other than that it was almost an ordinary high school party, with dozens of ordered pizzas and fried chicken, snacks and sweets, plastic cups filled with various non-alcoholic drinks, and music blaring through the speakers. There was also a corner where teachers could sit and enjoy some chitchat, but most of the adults were responsible for keeping an eye on things. You were one of those supervisors, and so was Gojo, but of course, the idiot takes everything so lightly.

"So mean," Satoru chuckled again and took a sip of the melon soda straight from the can. "You know, there are other ways to get into my pants than acting up. You could just ask."

There he goes.

"Not everything is about you and your dick," you were that close to growling at him, but forced your composure back in line and your voice down. You wouldn’t want anyone to know about your little affair with him, or whatever the fuck that was. Yea, you fucked him... few times after the first one on his desk, but in your book few quickies wasn't enough to call it a romance. If anything, you felt like you were the teenager in this school, hiding in the various corners only to have some tension off, but damn, Satoru was good at releasing it. There was this thing where he bragged he was good at everything he did and you figured that sex was clearly one of those things.

"No, but since that thought is already in that pretty head of yours, shall we sneak out of here?" he purred, way too close to your ear and his large hand smoothed over the curve of your hip. You took a grip of his wrist, squeezing it with enough force to make him hum with a slight surprise that quickly switched back to his signature grin once you pulled him out of the hall and into the teacher's dormitory. Your door was first, and you unlocked it swiftly with a key, pulling him inside.

"Oh, so we're meeting at your place now?" he teased, but you shoved him against the nearest wall with no delicacy whatsoever.

"Shut up," you muttered, already working on the buttons of his light blue shirt.

"Eager, aren't we?" a chuckle rumbled inside his chest, but his hand betrayed that he wasn't so chill either, with how quickly he began to undress you.

And then, there you were again. Underneath him, in your own bed, leaving scratch marks across his back and shoulders as he's slammed his hips into yours, kissing every sweet and sensitive spot inside of you, burying his cock deep into the velvety heaven time after time. His mouth never parted from your skin, smearing hungry, wet kisses all over it, and you let your hand tangle in his hair as he sucked a spot onto your neck. A low, breathy moan escaped your throat as his movements became sharper, harder, driving you absolutely crazy with every push and pull of his hips.

"You're not gonna cry this time, are you?" he teased; his teeth nipping at the shell of your ear, but you couldn't care less about his taunting when he rolled his hips with such delicious finesse, reaching so deep inside you that your vision was filled with stars.

“Oh, shut up, Gojo,” you mumbled. Heat filled your entire system, every touch of his hands stinging with pleasure and lust, and the temperature rose rapidly as Satoru shattered his own composure.

The intimacy of your apartment unleashed even more wildness in him, he was less cautious about the surroundings, much more playful. All his attention was buried in you, he was vocal, moaning low and purring against your skin and lips. He gave into the surge of ecstasy that pulsed through his veins and the rhythm he set made him lose his mind as your pussy swallowed him whole. So lost in bliss, he didn't care about the bruises his grip on your hip will leave and the marks he sucked into your flesh. The subtle pain it caused only made your head reeling even more into the heated state of euphoria.

Satoru's hand fell between your bodies, quickly finding your clit and massaging circles into it, forcing a moan of his name from your throat. The sound was music to his ears, he wanted it on repeat. Your whole body tensed, pleasure began overtaking you and your orgasm was threatening to explode. You squeezed his bicep, clawing at the hard muscle and your breath stuttered. Gojo knew you were close, with the way your pussy throbbed around him, it was a clear cue and he picked up the pace, determined to bring you over the edge. Your trembling thighs and the desperate hold you had on his shoulders only added fuel to his fire and when your warmth exploded on his cock, leaving creamy white around the base as he pumped you through your orgasm, he felt himself close as well. His name slipped off your tongue like a prayer, whispered so beautifully.

"Look at you, such a good girl," he praised, licking your throat and chasing his own release with ferocity. The searing kisses he planted all over your chest and neck became sloppy and wet, and you felt the curve of his dick hitting your sensitive spots all over again as his thrusts became hurried, rough, and frantic. He collapsed onto his forearm, your plush walls squeezing him hard, and he moaned your name as the final string snapped, releasing the warmth of his load that slicked your insides, filling you so completely to the brim, and the sensation only untangled another knot of ecstasy in your stomach. Second orgasm washed over you, although weaker than the first one, but still overtaking your entire, hypersensitive mind and soul. It was too much, he was too much, too intense, overwhelming.

A satisfied smile stretched his lips, a light laugh escaped them as he rode the high out with slow and languid rolls of his hips. Satoru pulled away and then dropped onto the bed, barely making it to the spot next to you. He found himself lost in a haze of afterglow, but the excitement still surged through his veins. He was still hungry, unsatiated. All of this felt so good, it was almost frightening. And then you went again. And again, giving into the primal impulses and the intoxicating haze of desire and lust. The world outside your room faded into nothingness and only you two mattered. Nothing more than two bodies colliding, breaths intertwining and lips crashing onto one another.

As you lay down, facing each other, both sticky and messy in the aftermath of your adventure, you could feel the adrenaline wearing off, leaving your body sore and exhausted. His grasp remained at your waist, keeping you close to him. It was odd, it felt foreign and wrong to stay in the tender embrace of his arms, to share kisses so soft and intimate, and yet it felt right to be there with him. You let your fingers brush his cheek. Gojo in a state of post-bliss was a blessing to witness. His eyes heavy and hooded but still so blue and beautiful; his hair disheveled with some strands stuck to his forehead and his lips swollen and parted as he breathed slowly through them. His pale complexion still bearing the marks of flush, and there was none of his usual arrogant facade. Gorgeous.

"We're gonna get in so much trouble for leaving the party," you whispered against his lips, and he chuckled lightly. "That old Kyoto prick is gonna get pissed."

"He has no power over me," Satoru responded, stealing another kiss. All his focus was directed on your lips, you were the only thing on his mind right now.

"No one has power over you, Satoru," you smiled, biting his lower lip gently, and he could swear that his nervous system twitched in excitement at the way you spoke his name.

"You seem to have some," he admitted, giving you another peck and with a firm grip, he rose from the mattress with you in his grasp. "Shower. We're disgusting," he joked and you laughed, holding on tight as he made his way to your bathroom.

"Oh yeah, we are."

[atsadi-shenanigans]

What Shall We Become 16 - Sacrifices

The rogue is badly injured.

On AO3.

Fucking TRIGGER WARNING for torture and gore here.

Pain is everything. Wretched, grinding pain. Can’t breathe, can’t move, can’t think. He tries to sink into oblivion once again, but his thrice-cursed vampiric nature will not let him.

He’s broken. Blind. Can’t hear. Smells only blood—old and dead and his own. Worthless blood. He’s tasted it before (not a thinking creature, the master had decreed, red eyes leering; have a taste, boy and it was the most rancid thing to ever touch his tongue).

Rancid, undead blood. A mockery of life.

He’s…where? Why?

His thoughts won’t coalesce. Something touches him and his skull shifts and pain lights his hair on fire. There’s something deeply wrong with his head. It’s broken. He’s felt that before. Skull smashed like a sun melon.

Oh, what has he done.

The master rarely lets anger show so directly. It usually comes in disgust and annoyance. In a predator’s eyes in a dark room. But he can be pushed to anger. Astarion has a talent for it. Wretched, stupid boy.

He can’t remember what he’s done, this time, though.

Cold hands on him and his skin lights up in agony. He’s being dragged, he thinks. His siblings hauling him somewhere (he knows where). More than one, even. He’s made some terrible mistake. If they’re all here, if it takes all of them and not just Godey…

He whimpers.

There’s no point in fighting. There never is. The master will let them, sometimes. Let them have that small freedom. But exercising it makes it all so much worse. Yet compliance, when Astarion forces his own legs to move himself and his own arms to stretch out for the manacles, his reward is the master’s chilled fingers sliding through his hair and a thin voice in his ear, “So pathetic you don’t even try.”

He doesn’t know how long they drag him. Must have been in a distant wing of the palace. He can’t remember this night at all. Doesn’t know what he’s done or failed to do to draw the master’s ire like this.

It doesn’t really matter. Master doesn’t need a reason. At least not one Astarion’s stupidity needs to understand. He’s so worthless, so insignificant, he can’t even comprehend the lessons the master must carve into him, over and over again. He must be corrected so frequently.

Eventually, they stop. Eventually, his siblings haul him onto a table. His own blood is so thick he can’t smell the stink of the kennels. He’s not sure that’s an improvement.

Then they pull his arms up and oh, he’s truly shattered, isn’t he? Ragged fractures twist and tear him internally as they move him and he cannot stop the screams. The master laughs; he enjoys Astarion’s screams. They’re the sweetest of them all.

New pain starts. Hot slashing, scraping over his ribs. Is Godey starting with a flailing? It’s been some time since he’s experienced that one. The screams begin in earnest, now.

Voices warble. His previous injuries have filled his ears with blood, likely crushed his ear canals entirely. There are no words, no sense. Just warbles and his own, pathetic cries.

Godey hoots and jeers, as Godey does, wretched beast. And then they pull at the incision. He’s being dissected. He wishes he knew what he did so he can beg properly. Sometimes—very, very rarely—that works. The master appreciates a good grovel, especially in front of an audience: his siblings and guests alike. Likes to show his power and control.

But Astarion can’t remember, and can only scream as skin is ripped open and scraped from underlying muscle.

“…more! Bleed more!”

Doesn’t know that voice. The master must have company. A special guest. Perhaps Astarion did nothing at all and the master just wanted to show off his most beautiful creation. Those are the worst nights.

Something nudges him inside his broken head. His fuzzy thoughts blur a moment. The master is often in their thoughts, but never so small. And the master is right here, overseeing Astarion’s correction.

Another nudge. Something urgent. Something angry.

He’s failing his punishment. The master means to make a pretty example of him. But he cannot move to thrash, cannot think to plead. His eyes are ruined and he can’t even cry as the torment continues. A poor example. A failure, even in this.

Frustration, now. And…and fear. No, not just fear.

Terror.

…that. Is not the master.

Something in his skull crunches. His body tries to stitch itself together even as the tearing continues. That’s Godey’s favorite part. The way Astarion’s body struggles despite his mind knowing better. He lets Astarion heal, just a little. Expend whatever meager rat blood he’s consumed enough for the nerves to reconnect. And then starts again. For the challenge. Grind Astarion down until even his body fails. Because to lift one up, to shape them to perfection, they must first be destroyed.

Sound filters in. Still warbling (must be the blood or the brains in his ears). But it’s enough to make out chanting.

“Boooal! Boooal!”

What in the hells is a boooal?

A knife cuts into him again. The air is thick and stinking. Fingers inside him as something jeers as it hooks fingers between his ribs and tugs.

He screams again. The master’s favorite sound. Drawing it out, playing Astarion’s agony like a musician with a lute.

He hears…water. A soft lapping behind the chanting and his own vocal chords go ragged.

There’s no water in the kennels. Only blood. Old and rotten and his own.

“Boooal! Boooal!”

“Yes! Bleed! Bleed more!”

The air shifts. He catches the scent of that water, cool and dark. And of…fish.

This isn’t the kennels, is it? And if it’s not the kennels…

Something else clicks and crunches in his head and a memory floats up: he fell. In the Underdark. He was running with his…his illustrious leader. And something exploded and knocked him into the depths and shattered him.

Something taps in his head again. It almost feels like her. But he remembers that, too. She was in his mind (and he in hers). She saw it. Saw his own memory. The river. The rope. His knife.

She knows he cut her loose and left her to die. She’ll see right through everything that came after, all his pathetic attempts to soothe the ire he knew would come eventually. Of course she would find out. He always knew, deep down, she would find out because good things do not last. This, the thing rummaging around inside him, that is reality.

He might actually die here. After all the running. After everything. Not an illithid tadpole. Not an orc club or a goblin arrow or even a githyanki blade. He’s going to be torn to pieces by what sounds and smells like fish.

A pathetic end. A pathetic failure. That’s all he is, anyway.

At least he’s not in the kennels. At least Cazador won’t get him back.

His arms won’t move and neither will his legs. He must have crushed his skull and probably his spine. He can’t get away. He ought to resign himself and save himself the trouble. There were times he prayed to the darker gods for something like this. Any way out. Anything at all.

And yet.

“Bleed the sacrifice!”

Whatever gurgling monstrosity hovers over him reeks of putrid blood. “Bleed him for Boooal!”

“Boooal! Boooal!”

Ah. He’s being sacrificed to another god he’s never heard of. There certainly is a crop of those popping up all along the Sword Coast this year, aren’t there?

And yet.

He doesn’t want to die. He didn’t two centuries ago. And while that hasn’t held true all the time since then, it does once more. He doesn’t want to die down here, soaked in his own blood, surrounded by stink and fish and rot. Blind.

Alone.

He doesn’t want to die alone.

“…arion.”

The voice in his head. Oh wonderful. He’s hallucinating. Perhaps he can lean into that and get out of his own cracked skull while his body succumbs to the grave he clawed out of centuries ago. Perhaps he still has a soul (unlikely). Perhaps he can find the others and haunt them.

“…starion…”

The gith? No, too boring. And besides, she might have some astral ability to blast him to another plane. The Blade would simply exorcise him. As would the cleric. The tiefling? No, no, she doesn’t deserve that. The wizard, then?

“Astarion.”

Unless someone is very good at using the tadpole. But the only one so far good enough to form words is the wizard (he gets the sense the gith can, but doesn’t deign to). But that voice doesn’t sound like the wizard, and Astarion has blocked himself off. Thrown up every wall he can because he cannot stop what is happening to him (never can, stupid boy, weak runt) but he can damn well hide in his own mind, at least from them. But something slips through his walls. Slips through because it’s familiar. Because he’s recently been part of it and she halts at the soft edges of his consciousness. Waiting.

He’s usually the one who needs an invitation to enter.

His illustrious leader. Not dead. Not even distant. What…?

He reaches out. And she pulls him in as she did before. He can almost touch the inside of her skull, trace the contours of the bone from the inside. Then he’s staring out through her shit eyes.

Everything dim, in shades of gray and faint blue. A vast lake. The upturned front of a boat (the bow) ringed in chanting fish creatures. A be-gored figure standing over a table, and upon that table, some broken thing, all white and red.

It’s him. She’s looking at his mangled self as the disgusting figure raises a knife again.

Her rage is the sharpest thing he’s ever felt.

Eleanor.

She’s right there. Slipping along a rocky outcrop at the edges of the horrid camp or temple or whatever it is.

She’s too close. She’s not stealthy. Can’t melt into the shadows as he does and she’ll be seen. Be captured. Be dragged to the table to join him, only her mortal, human body won’t stand up to this as his own does and they’ll both be tortured to death by whatever even is that?

But then a memory: digging through a pack (his own) (must have dropped it) (she found it, her vision blurring for some reason). A bottle filled with liquid silver. An invisibility potion. Taste of absolutely nothing in a way that makes her grimace.

She’s invisible. Slinking along the edges, creeping closer. She’s not speaking to his mind through the tadpoles. She’s simply gotten close enough for his unnatural ears to catch her voice.

Why. Why is she even here?

And the danger of that tadpole connection is that she can feel his thoughts as her own when they’re not careful (the pain, the stretching and tearing of his muscles and the pink of his skin turned inside out).

She lets her thoughts be his in this moment: she returned for him.

It makes no sense. It’s pure idiocy. There’s no reason—

The knife cuts and the gore-slicked fucking little goblin cackles and clasps its hands as Astarion wrenches and oh.

Oh, her rage is a thing to behold. Not a fire. Not a storm. Not any of the terms poets usually describe it as. Hers is a blade: clean and sharp and glowing cherry red as it burns. It’s aimed at that figure, at the fish. She’s going to kill that goblin. It’s not a question. Not a suggestion or a want or a wish. She’s going to kill it as certain as she breathes; she only needs to find the right approach.

And for that, she’s fallen to her usual habits.

It’s not a habit.

It very much is, darling.

The smooth vial in her hand. Her skin tingles where the liquid sloshes inside. A shade of orange found at the edge of a flame, shifting to hot blue where it ripples in its confinement.

What’s an “emotional support grenade?”

She didn’t mean to let that slip.

Arsonists oil. The one he gave her.

She’s close enough now to smell them all even with her dim, human senses. The heavy stink of fish, the stomach-churning sweetness of rot, and the thick, metallic reek of blood, old and coagulated.

The figure (goblin) above him sways back, its head falling as it inhales. The fish flail around in devotional frenzy.

She hefts the vial. Cuts their connection. He slams back into his grinding, screaming body, blinded and paralyzed as every nerve lights in agony.

Glass shatters. And it’s as if the world (Eleanor) manifests his own agony into reality as scorching heat flashes over him and the fish scream.

The thing over him (he doesn’t think it’s a goblin) shouts. Everything hurts, everything burns.

And then a rush over him. Something crashes. Screams. The sound of wood bashing flesh.

He can’t move, can’t see. Can’t know what’s going on and he can’t—can’t—he needs to see.

He finds the doorway to her through their connection. She’s distracted. He doesn’t need to sink into her this time, only skim along the edges until he finds the shape of her eyes.

If she notices, she doesn’t react. She’s rather busy. Everything in her is focused. A razor’s edge aimed at that awful creature. It’s short thing, with a sharp chin and a mouth full of needle teeth. Familiar. Seen it before.

Fire boils in the midst of the fish creatures. Two lie, presumably, dead. Others back away. Many are scorched.

She sees this in a glance, and hones back in on her target.

Goblin, she calls it. It’s not, but he’s in no shape to correct her.

The goblin screeches and swipes with the knife still sticky with his blood. She backs away, holding still at it flails. As it screams insults and pink spittle froths at its lips.

It can’t see her. Good. She’d never believed in a fair fight (one of her most admirable traits). The goblin moves fast for her to angle behind it (which she would prefer). And it’s too close to that table and the gurgling thing upon it for her to risk another grenade.

Fear twists through her. He doesn’t understand why. She’s not in the goblin’s reach, isn’t—

Kill it. End it. Tear it apart.

That fear falls beneath the anger. She’s got her whacking stick (staff). No poison robes, though. A fucking pity. But that stick’s pretty damn solid and she demonstrates this by smashing down at the horrid beast.

It senses the blow. Tries to dodge. The staff swipes down the side of its arm. Then the thing grabs it, twists, nearly pulls it from her.

She remembers a fight like this: Lae’zel and Harvey Dent. She doesn’t think. There’s no thoughts. Only that rage and her purpose and she lets go.

The goblin stumbles back. She’s already on it. Grabs its face and shoves it back. They hit the table and pain blasts through Astarion’s body—

Fuck! I’m sorry!

And the goblin kicks. Scrabbles. She doesn’t have the strength to wrestle it, but she does have the bulk. Lae’zel said something about that once, huh?

She slams it down. Reaches for the eyes, fingers hooked into claws. Take out the eyes, cripple it, don’t get up, don’t let it get up.

The goblin shoves its chin down. Those needle teeth sink into her forearm. She shouts (hollers) and jerks back, but it don’t let go. It’s slicker than shit and manages to twist out of her hold. The knife flashes, and she has to stumble back again. But not before kicking out and connecting as pain rakes down her shin.

No, no. It needs to die. It needs to not exist. That thing will end.

She throws her staff. It goes visible as it leaves her hands; the goblin snarls and swipes but she’s moving again. Grabs something at her neck—careful, be careful fucking ringwraith shit—and bashes the thing full in the face with a metal flask.

The goblin screams. Throws something (poison; Astarion’s lungs stop their labored, habitual panting). But Eleanor—

She lowers her head, holds her breath, and plows into it. Through it. Grabs it like a spitting, clawing cat and slams the both of them down to the ground. Grabs a fistful of gore-slicked hair and pops the thing’s skull against the ground. Once. Twice. Then spots the end of her staff and plucks that up, lunges backwards to her feet.

Before it can do little more than hiss, she’s on it.

There’s a strategy to her work, though he doubts she’s conscious of it (never get up, don’t never get up, you don’t get to hurt nobody motherfucker). She systematically begins to smash the creature apart. Crunches and shatters the joints, like she did with that gith in the mountain pass.

The knees, so it can’t get up and can’t run.

The elbows, so it can’t claw at her.

A shot to the neck because that is her favorite spot, not that he can blame her.

And then the face.

That part isn’t necessary. The beast will die after she crushed its throat. But she’s on a roll, and he’s certainly not going to stop her.

Die, die, die! her mind chants over and over, in that same frozen, almost detached way he realizes she slips into when she’s like this.

She beats it beyond dead. Past having a face. Spatters of blood coat everything and he’s sure it freckles his own body.

(he wonders what it would taste like if he licked it off her skin)

And then the silence finally registers. To the both of them. And she pauses to look up; stomach lurches as her gaze skitters over his ruin but he’s seen his own insides before and she notices him in her head at that thought and they both backpedal—

Astarion slams once more into his broken puppet of a body. Agony drowns everything for a moment—he feels air where there shouldn’t be any, and if he were a living man, he knows he wouldn’t feel it for long.

“You have killed out god?” burbles a fishman.

Eleanor leans in over Astarion, smelling of blood and sweat and fury and he wants to turn his face into her warmth.

“Can you light this when I say?” she says. Holds something over his head and she found his secret stash of sparkpowder, didn’t she?

“Yes,” he manages. His mouth is full of his own, rancid blood. It spatters over his face when he forces air out of his shivering lungs.

“Our Boooal?” a fish says.

“All you shits stay the fuck back, or you’re fucking next!”

“He killed Boooal.”

Which starts another chanting of that stupid name.

She fumbles with the rope—simple rope; a testament for how mangled he is that something so simple and rotten could hold him down like this. Swears in her own tongue and the words come out thick and trembling. Funny, he hadn’t felt her fear of the fish when he was in her mind.

“Boooal was a liar!” A different voice. The others fall silent. “Boooal was not a god!”

A murmur runs through their audience, and it sounds like wind rustling a flooded field of long grass.

“Boooal not god?”

“Boooal! Boo—ah!”

“Boooal was an impostor! A test!”

“Astarion, what the fuck’re those things,” she says as she manages to free one of his hands.

He doesn’t answer. Doesn’t reach up to free his other hand as he ought to. For some reason he cannot fathom, he reaches down to find his skin and lift it, burning and screaming, back into place over his ribs, like a maiden clutching at what modesty she can find after something horrible.

Eleanor makes an injured sound. Her own wounds must be finally hurting her.

“I’ve no…idea,” he says, in between bouts of choking on his blood.

“A test!” the fish shout in a chorus.

“A test!” the first repeats. “A test from our true god!”

Her fingers still over his other wrist.

“Our true god! Mah-gloompah!”

“Mah-gloompah! Mah-gloompah!”

The chant takes up, sounding rather like some deranged devotional, if all of the congregation had previously drowned. A sick gurgling that sweeps over them both.

“Hail, Mah-gloompah!”

“It seems,” he manages, “that you’ve become a god, dear.”

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Heads up that I'll be taking a week off to catch up. Chapter 17 should be next, next Wednesday, September 11.

[britt-kageryuu]

Donnie and Mikey are in the kitchen set, they're both in chef's uniform. Though Donnie has his AR glasses on, they offered Mikey a pair, but he declined because 'it would distract him from cooking'.

They're making 'Summer Snacks with some science'.

Donnie grabs an odd looking device and sets it up while the audience is questioning what it is. Mikey has returned with salt, cream, a few random labeled canisters, and a cooler.

"Okay, so now we're going to show you some easy ways to make your own icecream. Though results may vary, this is how we make it." Donnie explains while pulling a few pint sized tubes from inside the machine.

"Oooohh, there's so many possible flavors to make!" Mikey gushes while placing down ingredients, "I want to try mixing up this one flavor I saw pop up in my feed. What was the mixture again?" Mikey pulls out his phone to look up the recipe.

"While you do that, I will start with a sorbet recipe, and see how if it sets properly. We haven't messed with sorbet as much, I don't think it's too different, but it's for food science!" Donnie exclaimed as he grabs a food processor type gadget. He has a projection of a recipe floating next to him. "Okay, so depending on which recipe, this either needs sugar, or syrup, fruit puree or juice... it's almost just a more complex juice pop than something like icecream."

"I think I found the one I saw earlier!" Mikey announces while holding his phone in the air. "Alright, so we just need to make a vanilla base, and add a few extra things. Though we need to substitute a couple ingredients in this one."

"It has nuts in it?" Donnie questions while tossing some cut up fruit into the food processor.

"It has nuts in it." Mikey confirmed, "I wonder if I could switch it for sunflower seeds, or would it mess up the taste?" He asked out loud while looking over the ingredients they have prepared.

"Well these will just be small batches, so just test it out. If it doesn't work, Red will still eat it. Since it shouldn't trigger his nut allergies." Donnie replies back while measuring out the sugar to add to the sorbet mixture.

Mikey nods his head, then starts grabbing what he needs to make the vanilla ice cream base for his mix.

Donnie then cleared his throat, "Now for those who have been asking, this device is a custom built Ice Cream Maker, that makes multiple small batches at once. You put the mixture into these tubes, and they go inside the machine where it gets a bit tumbled and mixes while being super chilled." Donnie has some videos demonstrating how the machine works pop up while he explains this.

"It's very handy for when we all can't agree on which flavor we want to make. Or we want to mess around with multiple flavors." Mikey adds while mixing together the cream, milk, sugar, some salt, and some fresh-ish vanilla bean.

The audience watched as the two mix together several ice cream mixtures that get put into the Ice Cream maker, and a few Sorbet mixes get put into the freezer.

"While those get mixed and set, let's use the rest of this fruit to make some refreshing drink mixes!" Mikey shouts while Donnie cleans up some of the work area.

"Let's hope we still have some of that delicious melon left. Because you're still banned from that farmers market right?" Donnie asks nonchalantly with a small smug look.

Mikey freezes before turning towards Donnie with a harsh glare, "You know good and well, that it was not my fault! He wanted $50 for a small bag of citrus fruits, that were $10 at most at a different stall." He says with a slight growl.

"Well you didn't need to beat him up over it."

"He said my culinary skills were worse than prison quality! Prison Quality! He deserved to be sent to the worst prison in the world for that!!!" Mikey yells, shocking the audience.

The audience are spamming the chat with lots of confused messages and emojis combinations.

"I would question why he insulted your cooking, but I don't want to get on Dr. Delicate Touch's bad side." Donnie says, "Do we have any club soda left, of do we need to send Blue to get more?" They add to try redirect the subject, and not get something thrown at him for bringing up the topic in the first place.

The continue on with testing out drinks, until the timer went off to check on the ice cream. The audience split on wanting to know more about Mikey getting banned from a farmers market, and wanting to talk about what the duo was making during the stream.

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Masterpost

I had at least part of this story as a prompt planned for a while. The rest was just 'I want to write Smarts and Crafts doing something together'.

[girlwithadragonheart]

Chapter 9 - Stitches

This story contains major spoilers for Dragon Age the Veilguard. Read at your own discretion!!

Kalais x Lucanis

Summary: They ALMOST kiss!! Kalais has to traverse Lucanis's mind to bring him back.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: Swearing, tension, sadness, mentions of torture

A/N: Goddddd I love them

Chapter 8 DATV Masterlist Chapter 10(wip)

“We’ve gotten word from the Wardens,” Harding said.

The eight of us gathered around the circle table in the Lighthouse to figure out the next steps. Assan sat beside me, head in my lap while I stroked his feathers.

“Have they found Ghilan’nain?” I asked.

“Not yet. But they found something else worth killing,” Harding told me. “One of her blighted dragons.

“The one that attacked Minrathous?” Neve asked. I winced.

“No. The one from Treviso,” Harding said.

“Damn it,” Neve looked at her lap.

“Where is it?” I asked.

“Hossberg. Not far from Lavendel.”

“So this blighted dragon just happens to lick its wounds near a bunch of Wardens? Seems convenient. I don’t trust it,” I said. “Everyone’s coming on this one. No exceptions. We need to put this thing down. For good.” I looked around at the group and Assan squawked.

“This time, we’ve got a dragon hunter on our side. Right, Taash?” Harding asked.

“Right. That’s me.”

“A single dragon is still dangerous. And this one is blighted. Take care of each other. And yourselves. Let’s make it out alive,” I told everyone.

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We met up with Evka in the Hossberg Wetlands and figured out a plan of attack. She said she sent word to the Crows figuring they would want revenge but never heard back. Taash said she had a call that would lure the dragon out so that the ballistas could fire at it.

That was on us. Our little group of me, Taash and Lucanis.

Bringing down the dragon wasn’t too hard. It tried to leave, but the ballistas shot through its neck. Everything felt great until Ghilan’nain showed up and brought it back. Another dragon showed up, likely the one that attacked Minrathous. Things were feeling pretty dire until something shot from the sky.

I looked up and saw Viago leading the Crows with a large portable ballista and poison tipped bolts.

I was exhausted and struggling to keep up, but we managed to bring them down a second time. Both of them. Then Ghilan’nain got back on her shit and started bringing them back. That was not okay. I was not killing those things again.

I panicked, looking around trying to figure something out when I saw a ballista tipped on its side. I ran over to it while she was focused on reanimating them, pulling it up. Looking down the sight, I held my breath afraid she would see me coming. I pulled the trigger, watching as though in slow motion as the bolt fired through the air and impaled her in the side.

She screamed and the dragons dropped. Lightning crackled around the battlefield and time slowed. Some invisible force kept us all from moving and Elgar’nan took to the field. I watched as the spoke, fighting against his magic as I tried to get to them.

Seconds later, they vanished together.

Evka told me not to be disheartened and that she should stop doubting me. Varric kept saying my best trait is I don’t know when to stop. I guess that helps\ed me in these kinds of situations. We still managed to kill both dragons and get revenge for both Minrathous and Treviso.

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When I went to talk to Lucanis, Taash was standing across from Lucanis’s cot. “Demon’s back,” Taash said.

“Spite never really leaves, actually,” I said, standing next to her.

“Then he’s acting weird,” Taash told me.

Lucanis took a deep inhale, eyes glowing purple. “Smells like… melon and woodsmoke.” He shifted to stand.

“Hey. No. No! Sit your ass back down,” Taash said, crossing their arms.

“I’ll handle this,” I told her. “Maybe make sure the eluvian room is blocked?”

Taash nodded and left, closing the door behind her. I walked over to Lucanis, leaning against the wall.

“Now. We get to talk,” Spite said.

I smiled. “Hello, Mischief.”

“Lucanis. Made a deal. He hasn’t kept,” Spite told me.

“What deal?” I asked.

“Break our chains. Kill. Escape our prison. And live.”

“Isn’t that what happened?” I tilted my head, studying him. Spite held Lucanis’s body in a different way than Lucanis did. He had tensed shoulders and stiff movements, and a permanent sneer. His brows were always drawn down, a crease between them making his nose crinkle.

“No!” He hissed. “I want out!”

“Out to where?” I asked curiously. “Tevinter? Orlais? Nowhere’s safe for a possessed man.”

“No! No! He promised!” Spite yelled. “Tell him! Make him—” His neck jerked to the side, and when he blinked, I saw Lucanis’s brown eyes. “Rook?”

“You were sleepwalking,” I told him.

“Spite was sleepwalking.” He looked to the ground in shame.

“He didn’t go anywhere. Nothing happened. He just wanted to talk to me.”

“I didn’t want you to see that. Again,” Lucanis said, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Nothing I’m seeing makes me want to look away,” I smiled.

He looked away before looking back at me, a soft smile on his face. “How do you always do that?”

“Do what?” I questioned, tilting my head.

“Break apart my perfectly gathered clouds of doom.” After a moment, he frowned. “You deserve better than to deal with my mess.”

“Lucanis, you are more than what you’re going through. And you wear it well,” I told him.

He sauntered over to where I stood against the wall, his forearm braced above my head. “This isn’t a good idea…” The look he gave me with his head tipped back, brows raised and lips quirked up in a smirk made my heart race. Lucanis had never gotten this close to me on his own before. Usually, I was the one crowding him.

“Sometimes a bad idea is more rewarding,” I grinned, popping a hip as my shoulder pressed against the wall.

“You like to walk a little too close to the edge,” he observed, feet shifting his weight. The way he purred in his Antivan accent left my stomach in knots and my palms sweating.

I took a step closer, my finger slipping beneath the chain on his shirt. One good tug would have him falling into me. I saw his eyes shift to my lips as I touched him. “So do you,” I said.

“At least I know I’m doing it,” He said, grinning. I found myself drawn to him, leaning in as he did. When we were close enough that I could feel his breath against my lips, he turned his head, pulling away. “I… need to clear my head.” He looked worried, brows knit slightly. I reached for him, but he evaded me, putting a hand to his chest as he bowed slightly. “Excuse me.”

I watched him leave with a frown as he rubbed the back of his neck.

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Taash was standing in front of the door to the Lighthouse when I stepped out, her arms crossed and one brow raised. “So, what’s the verdict? Is Spite going to throw another tantrum, or did you smooth things over with your usual charm?”

“Spite wants out,” I said, leaning against the wall beside her. “And Lucanis… well, he’s still Lucanis. Brooding, guilty, and somehow managing to make self-loathing look attractive.”

Taash snorted. “That man’s a walking contradiction. But you seem more flustered than usual. What happened in there?” 

I hesitated, my fingers remembering the coldness of the chain they brushed over earlier. “He got close—closer than usual. And for a moment, I thought…”

Her lips quirked into a knowing smirk. “You thought he might actually let himself want something good for one?”

I glared at her, but it lacked any real heat. “Something like that.”

“And instead, he ran off with his tail between his legs.” Taash shook her head, clicking her tongue in mock disapproval. “Classic Lucanis. He’s always been good at building walls, but letting someone in? That’s a whole other story.”

I crossed my arms, my gaze drifting toward the door he’d disappeared through. “I don’t know, Taash. He’s carrying so much—Spite, Treviso, everything he’s been through. I don’t think he knows how to let someone in.”

Taash softened, their usual sharpness giving way to something gentler. “You’re not wrong, but he’s not going to figure it out on his own. If anyone can get through to him, it’s you.”

I raised an eyebrow at her. “And what makes you so sure about that? He was so close to just kissing me, and then…” I gestured vaguely.

“I don’t understand. If he wants you, he should have you, you clearly want him,” Taash said, bewildered.

“I’ve tried to get through to him, I just… Don’t know how. What makes you think I can?” I asked

“Because you’re just as stubborn as he is,” Taash said with a smirk. “And you’re not afraid to stand your ground, even when he’s trying to push you away.”

I sighed, knowing they were right. Lucanis and I had always been this complicated dance of pushing and pulling, of unspoken truths and carefully maintained boundaries. But this felt different, like we were teetering on the edge of something we couldn’t take back.

“Maybe,” I admitted. “But he’s the one who has to take the leap.”

Taash nodded, their expression turning serious. “He will. Eventually. Just… don’t let him push you too far away in the meantime, yeah?”

I gave them a small smile, appreciating her faith in me even if I wasn’t sure I shared it. “I’ll try.”

“Good.” She pushed off the wall, giving me a light punch on the shoulder. “Now, go get some rest. You’ve got enough to deal with without running yourself into the ground over that broody bastard.”

I laughed softly, shaking my head. “Thanks, Taash.”

“Anytime,” she said, already walking away. “Just don’t make me play mediator again. I’ve got enough headaches as it is.”

I watched them go before turning back to the door, my thoughts still spinning. Lucanis had his demons—literally and figuratively—but so did I. If we were ever going to figure this out, it would take more than just me waiting for him to come around.

It was going to take both of us stepping into the fire.

—-------------------

When I saw Lucanis gain, it was in Emmrich’s room, and I was a bit worried about what I would find with the two of them. “Is that Zara Renata? This place isn’t big enough to keep every corpse you guys find,” I said.

“Zara spoke to Illario before she died,” Lucanis said. “Emmrich can talk to the dead… I have to know.”

I was pretty sure I knew what we were going to find, but if this would bring Lucanis some peace of mind I was willing to help. 

Emmrich cleared his throat. I wouldn’t have offered my skills if I thought it was unsafe.” He adjusted his gloves, looking at Zara’s corpse. “Let flame rekindle your sight. Let breath and light rise again.” He waved his hands over the corpse and Zara wheezed a breath. “Tell us about Illario Dellamorte.”

“Amatus…” She whispered. I frowned.

“That means love in Tevinter,” I said.

“He fooled us both,” she said.

“Elaborate,” Lucanis said firmly.

“You took what he wanted most in this world… more than coin… pleasure… family…” She sneered at him. 

Lucanis scowled. “The title of First Talon.”

“Illario had you imprisoned and tortured for a promotion?” I seethed.

“Well…” Zara wheezed. “The job was to kill you… but this one doesn’t waste those with potential…”

“Yeah. That’s not any better,” I said.

“And Caterina?” Lucanis asked. “Did Illario hire you to kill her?”

“No.”

“Is Illario working with Elgar’nan?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Our risen god gives many gifts.”

“Her spirit’s strong,” Emmrich said. “Haste… would be appreciated.”

“Let her go. We’ve heard enough,” Lucanis said.

Emmrich waved a hand and she breathed out, corpse falling still once more. “Well, that was pretty damning,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.

“Illario has much to answer for,” Emmrich said.

“In blood if nothing else,” Lucanis stated.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

Lucanis turned to leave. “Take away everything from him.”

—-------------------

“Rook. You’re here,” Lucanis said when I entered the dining room.

“Is something wrong?” I asked.

“Viago and Teia sent word. They have information… about Illario,” he told me. “Whatever it is, they wish to speak away from Treviso. Away from anyone who might be listening. They won’t put more to paper. I need to meet with them. As soon as possible.”

“Of course. Are you ready to go now?” I asked.

“I can be.”

Teia and Viago wanted to meet us at the Cobbled Swan in Dock Town. Every time I stepped foot in Minrathous it was a reminder that I had failed them. It hurt. There were more bodies hanging than the last time. Their attire was familiar. I tried to keep myself from thinking about it.

I glanced up at one of the stages of execution, taking a deep breath. “Rook…”

“It’s… fine,” I said carefully, tearing myself away and pushing open the doors to the tavern. “Crying about it won’t bring them back.”

I saw my favorite Crow couple standing by the bar waiting for us, and I smiled, waving to them.

“You found something? About Illario?” I asked.

“Possibly,” Viago said.

“What do you mean, possible? You have something, or you don’t,” Lucanis said.

“It’s Caterina,” Teia clarified.

“We don’t know that for certain,” Viago said to her.

“Tell me,” Lucanis said, shifting on his feet.

“I’ve got my eyes on Villa Dellamorte. One of them brought back one of Caterina’s rings,” Viago told us.

“It had been thrown out with the trash. Illario would never do that. He’d at least pawn it somewhere,” Teia said.

“You think Caterina threw the ring away as a message that she’s inside the house,” I said carefully.

“Her opal ring,” Teia said. “Lucanis, you know what that means!”

“She gave that ring to my mother. It was the mark of her favor,” Lucanis said quietly. “House Velardo killed my parents and sent it back to Caterina to demand she surrender the seat of First Talon. She’s alive,” he said astonished. “Illario, you idiot.”

“We need more eyes in the villa to say for certain,” Viago said.

“Illaio would tear the city apart searching, if he’d lost this. How could she be alive? What is he thinking? How am I supposed to deal with this?” Lucanis questioned aloud.

I put a hand on his shoulder, squeezing lightly. Teia’s brows knit. “We need to plan a rescue! The sooner we get Caterina out of there, the better.”

“It could be a trap,” Viago argued. “We have to deal with Illario first.”

“He could still kill her if we move against him. Maker knows what’s in his head,” Lucanis said.

“Vi, you’re too pessimistic for your own good. Reason with him, Lucanis,” Teia said.

“I thought I had a clear shot at my target! What if I go after him and get Caterina killed?” Lucanis said exasperated. I looked at him and frowned, my brows knitting. Lucanis blinked, and his eyes glowed purple. “Help us,” Spite said. Time seemed to slow, Teia and Viago frozen in front of us.

“How?” I asked. “What do you need?”

“He’ll listen! He always listens to you!” Spite said. “Come!”

My vision went white, and I got vertigo for a moment before seeing a crumbling fortress in shades of grey. “Is this the Fade? It seems… different.”

“Lucanis is here. Always. Behind locked doors. I can’t break through,” Spite said behind me.

“All right. Let’s go get him.”

As we walked, our surroundings looked more familiar. The Ossuary… Gods, to think he’d still been trapped here this whole time. I hoped I could get to him. 

We walked for what felt like a long time. This place was not a perfect mirror of the Ossuary, seemingly it was much bigger. Roots ran through the ground and there was debris floating around. This was definitely a twisted version of the Fade.

“Nobody’s here,” I said, and my voice echoed around me.

“Of course not,” Spite said. “Rook can’t be here.”

“Me? Why not?” I asked him.

“You open doors. You don’t close them,” he said simply.

Echoes of the people he was stuck with surrounded us, taunting him, taunting me. Zara seemingly wanted to summon Envy. It was clear that failed. If she wanted that, she took the wrong Dellamorte.

And there, in the distance, I saw an echo of Caterina. “Rook,” she crooned as I approached. “Did you forget our deal? You were to bring my grandson back to me.”

“I… did,” I said slowly.

“You brought me an abomination! Where is my grandson?” She questioned.

“Tenderness and terror. Rage and relief. Old, stale fear of disappointment,” Spite said beside me.

“Caterina? Lucanis is trapped. But I think you’re part of his way out,” I told her. “Lucanis thinks he disappointed you. With that claiming him, he can never be free,” I said.

“Is that what you want? To release a demon?”

“Lucanis is the one who’s trapped—by the idea he failed you. But you know he’s not to blame. You know exactly who’s to blame,” I said.

“My poor boy…” She said as she turned into a blinding light and faded away.

I heard Lucanis’s voice cut through the air, and it didn’t come from Spite. What if I go after Illario and get Caterina killed? All I have left…

My heart grew a fracture in it as I heard him. “I’m coming, Lucanis. I told you I’m not giving up on you.”

This place got more and more ruined the farther we went. I started not to recognize where we were. It was still the Ossuary, but only fragments of it floating around in this void. Likely the places Lucanis had to see the most while he was imprisoned. It made my chest hurt imagining him in some of these places. 

We stepped through to another room. “Harding?” I asked, seeing her standing in front of a door.

“Don’t worry, Rook. I’ve got my eye on the prisoner,” she said.

“You’ve conjured up a friendly face, Lucanis. But your real friends and allies need you, in the real world,” I said into the void.

“Rook, are you sure Spite isn’t tricking you? What if there’s no Lucanis—just the demon?” Harding questioned.

“After a year in the Ossuary, you might believe that. But you’re no demon,” I said.

“Look around. This isn’t the mind of a human being, let alone an Antivan Crow.”

“I don’t care how it looks,” I said. “All minds have scars. This is the one I need. The one I trust.”

“Just… be careful,” she said as she faded like Caterina did.

I heard Lucanis’s voice again as I approached the now open door. You’d have to kill me… And Spite would die.

“No.” I crossed my arms, heading through the next door.

He wanted to get rid of Spite so bad. If he could just learn how to talk to Spite instead of treating him like a child or a nuisance. I had managed so far, and I even grew a strange kind of affection for the spirit. I wasn’t sure he was totally a demon. He was far too close to human for that. I wouldn’t blame him for being warped just as badly as Lucanis from his time in the Ossuary. Maybe if I told that to Lucanis, he would be more empathetic.

The next room was the place we killed Calivan. Neve stood at the center of it. “Hey, Rook. Should you be here? Can’t say it’s the safest place in the world.”

Spite inhaled next to me. “Strangeness and charm. Something familiar and foreign at the same time. With a little guilt.”

I knew this guilt. The guilt that came with saving Treviso instead of Minrathous. “Neve. You need to let us pass,” I said.

“You know how he is, Rook. Even if you open the door, Lucanis won’t walk through it,” she told me. “This is where he wants to be.”

“Unfortunately, I’m stubborn.” I crossed my arms and Spite laughed. Laughed. “I’m not leaving until Lucanis is all right, so we might be here for a while.”

“You really think you can help him? You’re such a sap, Rook,” she said.

“I think it’s time you stood aside and let me try,” I smiled as she disappeared.

I heard Lucanis’s fragment of a thought pass by me. I didn’t want you to see that. Again… I’m not this- I cannot be this.

With every word, my heart broke more for him. I remembered those words. They were spoken to me directly. He hadn’t wanted me to see him possessed by Spite. Hadn’t wanted me to see Spite at all. Unfortunately for him, I could see Spite outside of Lucanis for the most part. They were separate enough to move and think as one. No one else could see him, though. I still didn’t completely understand why I could. I wagered it had something to do with my connection to Cole and the Fade as a kid.

I came to another room. Illario. It took everything in me not to punch him in the face. It wouldn’t have done any good, anyway. He’s not the real Illario.

“Rook…” he purred. “You’re too good to be wasting your time in a place like this. Forget about my cousin. You’ve got much more important things to worry about, don’t you?” He questioned. “You’ve got the weight of the world on your shoulders.”

“Lucanis, you don’t owe Illario a second thought, much less a supporting role,” I said.

“He. Put. Us. Here,” Spite spat.

“You’ve got to leave this be, Rook. You turn my cousin loose, it’s only going to cause more grief,” Illario said.

“You know him, Lucanis. Even here, Illario just wants to save his own neck.”

“Would that be enough? Would anything? Do you really think he made a deal with a demon? He’s not even a mage! Or do you think maybe, he just found the one there already? He’ll carry this prison with him forever, and he’ll fill it with corpses given time.”

“We. Need. Out!” Spite said.

“Imagine what you could do without hearing his defeatist words in your head, Lucanis. It’s time you evicted him.”

“You have no idea what the consequences would be,” Illario said as he disappeared.

“Whatever they are, Lucanis, I’ll be there to help you.”

We made our way through the open door, and I thought I saw Lucanis in the distance. I ran over to him, throwing my arms around him. We stumbled, and I felt him tense, but I just held on. After a long moment, his arms fell around me. 

“What are you doing here, Rook?” He asked.

“I had to find you. If anything happened to you… I can’t even think about it.” I shook my head, squeezing him tighter. “I’m so sorry I left you here all this time,” I whispered.

“You should go,” he said, pushing me away. “It’s better I stay here than risk losing you.”

“You see? He breaks. Our agreement,” Spite said to me. “His mind. Is still here. He wants. To stay here. So he keeps. Me here!”

“Mierda!” Lucanis said. “Why would I want to stay? Even in my head, this place is a nightmare!”

“Right, but… it’s a nightmare you already defeated,” I said. “I get it now. As bad as the Ossuary was for you, it was better than the alternative.”

“What alternative?” Lucanis questioned.

“The Ossuary, Zara—you could solve those problems with a blade. But healing again? Living as an abomination? There’s no simple answer there. And if you fail, you could hurt the ones you love.”

“No! I… This is not…” He yelled in frustration. “Damn it, Rook.”

“Make. Him. Leave!” Spite yelled.

“Yelling at someone who’s trying to fix themselves doesn’t help, Spite,” I said. “And since you’re stuck with him, you’re only hurting yourself.” He groaned in frustration.

“Rook,” Lucanis said. “You’re right. There has to be a way through this. It’s just… so much. I cannot see how to begin,” he told me, eyebrows knit with pain.

I cupped his face with one hand. “I couldn’t either back then. Just… Start small, you and Spite. Figure out a goal you can both agree on, then make it happen,” I told him.

“A contract?” Spite asked.

“Contracts are for clients. Call this… an alliance. But on what terms?” Lucanis asked.

“The choice seems obvious to me: beat the shit out of your cousin,” I said plainly.

“Rook. Is. My favorite!” Spite grinned, and I laughed.

“Illario… he’s a pain in the ass, Rook, but he and Caterina are all I have left,” Lucanis told me.

“He. Put. Us. Here!” Spite said in frustration.

I shook my head, “I never said kill him. I said beat the shit out of him. And we can still save Caterina. But I personally wouldn’t mind landing a hit or two on Illario myself.”

“So. Do we have a deal, then? We’ll work together, and Illario will suffer for what he’s done to us,” Lucanis said to Spite.

“He. Will not. Escape us both,” Spite said.

Lucanis smiled and stepped over where Spite was standing, the two of them melding to become one. I grabbed Lucanis and hugged him again. “Don’t scare me like this again,” I said.

“I don’t make any promises,” he said as he patted my back lightly. 

My vision went white and a moment later I heard Teia. “Rook, are you alright?”

“What’s the matter with the two of you?” Viago questioned.

Lucanis and I glanced at each other. “It’s okay,” I said. “We needed a moment, but I’d say we’re ready for anything. How long were we standing here?” I asked.

“Just long enough for it to get awkward,” Teia said. “You’re sure you’re all right?”

“We’re fine, Teia. Don’t waste your worry on us. Can I trust the two of you to keep an eye on Illario? If he starts anything, I want to know about it.”

“I was going to do that, anyway,” Viago said.

“You’re planning something,” Teia observed.

“My cousin has a lot to answer for. I intend to make sure he does. But we need information first. We don’t know what we’re going into. If he has Caterina hostage, if he has allies… We do this job right. Find out everything we can, then strike.”

I’ll be the first to admit, watching Lucanis plot a murder was kind of… sexy? Even if we were plotting to murder his cousin.

❈❈❈

Lucanis stood frozen in place, watching Rook with a mix of astonishment and weariness. He was still reeling from the surreal journey they had just endured—one through the fractured corners of his own mind. The Fade had never felt more invasive, more personal. His thoughts spiraled as he tried to steady his breathing and parse what had just happened.

She came for me. That single thought repeated like a mantra in his mind, simultaneously warming his chest and gnawing at his guilt. He couldn’t shake the image of her running to him, her arms wrapping around him, her words filled with determination. Rook had every reason to leave him to his misery, to let him battle his demons alone—literal and figurative—but instead, she dove into his hell without hesitation.

But her presence in the Fade brought clarity that he could no longer ignore. Caterina was alive. Illario had betrayed them all, and his mind had been shackled to those memories for far too long. The guilt, the shame, the fear of failure—it had paralyzed him more effectively than any blade could.

You break our agreement, Spite had said, and Spite wasn’t wrong. Lucanis had been breaking every agreement he’d ever made—to himself, to his family, to his companions. Trapped in his own despair, he’d been unable to see the path forward. Yet Rook—stubborn, reckless, brilliant Kalais—had found a way to show him it was still there.

He stole a glance at her now as she spoke to Teia and Viago. Her tone was steady, commanding even, as if she hadn’t just walked through his nightmares. She looked unshaken, though Lucanis knew better. He could see it in the way she shifted her weight, the faint tightness in her jaw—she had suffered alongside him, and the knowledge cut him to the core. He’d promised himself he wouldn’t drag anyone else down with him, but here she was, proving him wrong yet again.

His fingers curled into fists at his sides as his mind turned to Illario. His cousin’s smug face haunted him, mocking every step of progress Lucanis had tried to make. He put us here, Spite’s words echoed. And he will answer for it.

Lucanis felt a grim smile creep onto his face. For the first time in months—years, perhaps—there was a sense of direction. Kalais had been right; Illario’s treachery couldn’t go unanswered. Lucanis had spent too long trapped by his failures. If he couldn’t undo the past, he could at least ensure that Illario paid for his crimes and that Caterina was freed from his clutches.

And then there was Kalais. Maker, he didn’t know what to do with her. Every time she stood by him, unyielding in her loyalty, it left him feeling raw. Vulnerable. He had built walls high enough to keep out anyone who might see the broken parts of him, and Rook had smashed through them with all the subtlety of an Antivan gale. And yet, her presence didn’t terrify him as it should have. Instead, it filled him with a strange, fragile hope—one he didn’t dare examine too closely.

“Lucanis,” Teria said, drawing him back to the present. “You’re sure you’re ready for this?”

He nodded, glancing at Rook again. She was watching him now, her eyes bright with something he couldn’t quite name. “I’m ready,” he said, his voice low but resolute. And for the first time in a long time, he meant it.

Lucanis hadn’t been prepared for Kalais to run to him like that; her arms wrapping tightly around him as if letting go might cause him to disappear again. Her words echoed in his mind—”Don’t scare me like this again”—spoken with such raw emotion that they cut through the haze of his lingering doubts. He felt the tremor in her voice, the weight of her worry, and something inside him twisted uncomfortably.

He wasn’t used to being someone people clung to, someone they needed. But there she was, clutching him like her life depended on it, and he found himself tentatively returning the embrace, his arms still heavy with hesitation. Her warmth grounding him, pulled him out of the mire of his own self-loathing and uncertainty. She shouldn’t care this much for me. Not after everything I’ve done… everything I am. And yet, he couldn’t bring himself to pull away. Instead, he allowed himself the selfish indulgence of holding on a moment longer, letting her presence anchor him in a way he hadn’t realized he needed.

Lucanis didn’t make promises. But for her, he would try. 

For Kalais, he would do anything.

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed! I love these two so much, they're everything to me.

Let me know if you want to be added to the Kalais tag list or the lucanis x reader tag list !!

Have a great day/night, my loves <3

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

(GFL) WA2000, Springfield, and SPAS-12's S/O seeing their swimsuit

DO YOU LIKE ANDROID GIRLS? BECAUSE BOY OH BOY DO I, AND I BRING YOU GIFTS!

WA's face starts burning even hotter as she approaches her S/O.

Especially since they're not saying anything and just admiring her swimsuit.

(WA2000) "H-Hey, are you some kind of pervert? Why are you standing there just staring?"

(S/O) "S-Sorry."

Her ponytail flows elegantly in the wind as she begins to pout.

(WA2000) "Come on, I didn't just put this on to be eye candy, let's go swimming already!"

Depending on what her S/O is wearing, she'll be trying her best to keep her eyes on their face.

And failing desperately at that too.

Of course, later she admits that it makes her happy that S/O likes her swimsuit so much once they're out of earshot.

The water helps her cool down from the embarrassment, but gives her a chance to just relax with someone she loves.

Springfield adjusts her hat as she stands the umbrella right above the towel.

Seeing her S/O approach, she gives them a loving wave, laying herself down and patting the spot next to her.

Not failing to notice her S/O's flustered reaction, she can't help but let out a giggle.

(Springfield) "Seeing something you like?"

(S/O) "A lot more than I thought, to be honest."

(Springfield) "Well, at least you are honest!"

Springfield relentlessly teases her S/O if they continue to get flustered at her swimsuit, either winking or moving closer.

She enjoys walking in the water but she doesn't do as much swimming as the other T-Dolls. Instead she just chooses to enjoy the summer weather with her S/O.

The best part about summer to SPAS is the food!

Granted that's not much different from her usual thoughts, but summer gives her the excuse to indulge in the colder foods.

While she did bring a swimsuit that she thought was cute, what mattered even more was the watermelons for splitting.

She didn't even register S/O desperately trying to keep their eyes above her chest.

(S/O) "Hey, SPAS...Are those shotgun shells on your legs?"

(SPAS-12) "Yup! How else are we gonna get the melons into pieces?"

(S/O) "...W-With a shotgun?"

(SPAS-12) "Yes, silly! Now, stand back a second!"

Pushing the slide back, she aimed her gun right at a watermelon before pulling the trigger, a thunderous crack ringing out across the beach and splattering the bits of it all over her and S/O.

(SPAS-12) "Aaaand done! Hm, there's a lot on me...S/O, can you help me out with thi-"

(S/O) "J-JUST GO IN THE WATER!"

(SPAS-12) "Oh, good idea!"

She has no idea what they're so worked up about the entire time. Maybe it was because she brought her weapon? Then again, so did everyone else.

(SPAS-12) "...You know, I at least had a reason, why did everyone else bring theirs?"

[newtabfics]

please tabby. i will offer every secret stone i can find. my whump brain needs it. please. Ganondorf reviving y/n after the heat stroke. I must know.

...ok but if you get them, i can't promise that I won't eat them, alright?

Also the writing for this will be from personal experience. I had a lot of health issues which effectively led to me not having the ability to sweat most of my life. So I'd get overheated very easily.

Trigger warnings for heat exhaustion.

Y/N blinked slowly as their voices began to muffle.

"Do you want to try joining in?" Link asked Ganondorf.

"Erm, I'm not sure. Mostly, their sizes," He confessed, scratching his cheek.

Y/N squinted, blinking harder as her pace slowed behind them. Her body began to feel heavy and numb all at once as her heart seemed to pick up in pace. She tried to think, focusing on her breath in an attempt to steady herself as her vision began to grow fuzzy. It was as though she were slowly pulling her glasses off her nose as her gaze went up to Link, wondering if she were much thirstier than she'd thought.

She tried to open her mouth to speak, wanting to ask Link to pass her the water skin as she lifted her hand. The movement completely overwhelmed her with the difficulty of it as her knees buckled, the world suddenly becoming white.

Ganondorf stiffened when he heard something fall into the sand and looked back. As Zelda cried out her name, he hurried to her side, checking her pulse as he pulled her to him.

"The heat," He said simply, studying her limp body. Her breaths were becoming shallow as her face flushed. His eyes darted over the desert canvas before locking onto a piece of Zonai ruin that created shade within the desert. "Over there," He said, hurrying her to the shade.

Link and Zelda struggled to catch up with him, noting his long strides to get her to shelter faster. He carefully laid her down and took off the pack he'd been tasked in carrying.

"Pitch the tent. I'm going to search for a Hydromelon," He said, already standing.

"No," Link said. "I'll go. I know where they grow." He hesitated before looking to Zelda worriedly.

"I'll stay to monitor her," She affirmed. "I'll be alright."

Link nodded and hurried the exact opposite direction Ganondorf intended to go, making him frown.

Of course they would be growing in different places than he'd remembered.

"We need to remove some of her clothing," Zelda said, startling him out of his thoughts as he turned to see her removing her boots first before removing the over shirt, leaving her in her pants and sleeveless top.

"Shelter," He reminded himself before getting to work on the small tent, ensuring she was shielded from the overbearing sun. Even Zelda seemed to display some relief at the new shade.

"She needs hydration," Zelda sighed, frowning as she studied her. "She won't wake."

He wordlessly, moved closer to her, kneeling beside her unconscious form as he grabbed the water skin. "I need you to pour slowly into her mouth," He sternly said. "I'm going to attempt massaging the muscle here to trigger her reflex."

Zelda blinked and nodded, grateful for his quick thinking as she watched him adjust her against him. He was almost cradling the Hylian in his arms as she carefully poured the water into her mouth.

His fingers worked carefully over her neck as he frowned, watching the water dribble at the corner before her throat swallowed at last. His body only relaxed then as he carefully dragged his thumb over her jaw to wipe away the water.

"That should be enough for the moment," He muttered, laying her back down carefully as Link hurried back to them. He took one of the melons into his hand and sighed. He pleaded whatever gods might listen to him to make this work as he held the melon over her head and ripped it open.

Both Link and Zelda were shocked by the sheer force of the rip as well as the water that suddenly dropped down onto Y/N's face.

The Sheikah woman gasped as she jolted up, eyes frantically scanning over everyone as she scrambled to stand, only to be stopped by a large hand on her shoulder.

"Easy, easy," Ganondorf rumbled gently, making her sit as she looked to him, shaking. "Just relax. You passed out from the heat."

Y/N blinked almost dumbly at him as Zelda let out the breath she was holding. "You're awake," She sighed in relief.

"I am," Y/N could only mumble tiredly as her body suddenly felt heavy again. An arm wrapped around her, making her look up at the Gerudo as he carefully adjusted her close to him again.

"Rest. Drink water," He stated, holding up his water skin. He helped her by tilting the skin and pouring gently until she grunted to stop and swallowed what she could.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Link asked, making her blink and look down. "You know we would've stopped if you needed a break."

"I thought…I could handle it," She mumbled, shoulders slumping as she leaned into Ganondorf's arms. "I'm sorry."

Link sighed, watching the man rub his thumb soothingly over her shoulder. "You shouldn't push yourself," Zelda scolded. "We're glad you're alright but next time, speak up. Please. We already feel terrible enough the teleport function is out of order."

Ganondorf almost glared at her, wondering why she felt the need to express her guilt for something completely out of her control. Was she trying to make Y/N feel bad for passing out because she'd decided to join them on their journey to the desert or–

"Mm, tight," Y/N suddenly whimpered, making him flinch. He was still holding her against him. "Ganny, I'm okay…I'm sorry for scaring you."

He snorted as a small smile graced his lips. "I'm not scared."

"Liar," Link whispered to Y/N. "He panicked and ran for shelter for you."

Y/N giggled and smiled up at him. "Thank you, Ganondorf."

He stared at her for a long moment before laying her down and walking around, standing afar to keep an eye out for any enemies. To Link and Zelda, they found it strange and unnerving.

"Take a compliment," Link muttered to her, making her shrug in agreement.

Y/N smiled softly. "Nah, guys. He's embarrassed," She chuckled.

If only she knew how her words went straight for his chest, sending a surge he hadn't felt since his battle against Link: Pride.

[historia-vitae-magistras]

Super random question: from one of your fics, what was that species of melon that Matt was trying to grow when he was staying with Arthur in England? What is its significance to Matt?

Trigger warning for pretty bad emotional neglect of a child, non graphic illness and some shockingly nice headcanons.

And ah, the Montreal melon. It's a type of muskmelon or honey dew or honey rock from Canada around the Montreal reason and it's a bit peppery! Like a sweet slightly tart nutmeg flavour. It's one of those few things that Matt just... really associates with one of the somewhat rare fucks given about him lol.

It's supposedly from the 19th century but there are images of it or something very similar going back quite a bit earlier. That headcanon post thing was in early spring in the late 18th or very very early 19th century. Matt's under Arthur's roof because the economy sucks ass after the American revolution so it's not worth the money to really do anything with him. Arthur's vaguely hoping Francis will buy him back lol. So no one much pays him much mind, he's more or less left to his own devices so he tries to keep himself entertained and productive and out from underfoot. Wars with France are going full tilt again so no one wants to socialize with the French welp.

He does his work, doesn't complain, cries outside if he's sad or homesick or lonely so he doesn't get on anyone's nerves. He eventually rescues the cat from the dairy yard that Arthur lets him keep but it's in one of these episodes of loneliness one of the gardeners asks him if there's anything he'd like to put in the garden that year and Matt asks for the nutmeg melon. The gardener doesn't want to risk square footage on something he hasn't tested so he says if Matt can grow it somewhere and prove it'll do all right, he'll put it in the garden. So for a year or two, at the very end of winter he's always out in the mud beyond the back garden where he won't get yelled at trying and failing to start up his melons. They keep dying and he's sad lol. They need a green house but he's not really allowed in there with his stupid little experiment.

But they're dead, he flops over ill with the economy in the gutter and gives up. In a whim while on a walk, Arthur follows the cat outside one day into the parkland beyond the gardens, finds Matt's little failed attempt and, pulls up some not entirely mud rotted melon vines and hands it over to the greenhouse. He vaguely recognizes it as one of Matthew's silly attempts to grow something in the windowsill and well he's been even mopier than usual so maybe if it lives he'll stop being so bloody depressing. Matt's kind of stopped doing anything except his work, sluggishly dragging himself to get the eggs and feed the chickens and other poultry.

He kind of just falls over in a feverish heap one day, one of the staff puts him to bed and they're kind of at a loss "who's even in charge of this one?" The uncle who's expressed half a fuck is overseas, Admiral Kirkland hasn't so much as mentioned the boy. He's just kind of there? But someone finds Rhys down in the valleys with the sheep so he marches back up to the house, doesn't even take his wellies off, and tells Arthur off because he is in charge of the lad and it's not as if Francis is going to take him back in the middle of another war for Christ's sake.

So Arthur tells the household to go feed the lad something decent and checks in on him. He's not too poorly off just sad, weak and a bit miserable but Arthur sits down to chat a bit, make sure he's not about to have to clean up a death and Matt just kind of leans over and kind of wants to be held. Arthur's not really... there yet with him so he just awkwardly, if gently scolds him to get back under the covers, he's getting too old for this kind of nonsense anyway. Matt apologizes, rolls back over and curls back up. Arthur gives him an awkward pat and grimaces about the show of what for Arthur at the turn of the 19th century is practically hysteria. Good lord, that was awkward and undignified. Matt just kind of unravels. Nothing matters, much less him. Not a serotonin in this kids body. He misses Alfred like mad, he hasn't had a letter from his uncle in a year. He feels like shit so he just kind of starts shutting down. Fever spikes, he doesn't start hallucinating but he's confused and crying a lot and no one really wants to do much about it so again someone tells Arthur about it and he kind of sighs "very well, easier than paying off witnesses to a resurrection." Hauls him over to the actual family side of the house, and tries to get his temperature down and indulges the incessant need for human contact the boy wants. And lord, it's annoying how much Arthur enjoys parenting but much resistance he puts against having another child but even his anglo ass is kind of touched by how much Matt enjoys his father's company. He's yours you dumb ass!!!! Love him a little and he'll do whatever you want for centuries!!! Long before antibiotics or even real painkillers all Arthur can really do is ply him with Willow bark tea and keep him company and that makes most of the difference. Like oh, surprise, some basic affection gives him the will to live. Who'd've fucking thought? When he's feeling a bit better, Arthur starts stashing him in the library near his desk piled up with blankets by the fire and Matt is more interesting than he's ever been. He sleeps and reads mostly but occasionally asks questions and perks up. Takes a bit, pre modern medicine but he hops too it just in time for spring and oh, well look at those melons coming from hot houses now. They'll have to plant a few rows! Cue getting barrelled into and squeezed and having one whole feeling about making Matthew happy.

So voila, melons are love.

[neon-kazoo]

Vigilante was running.

It’s logical thing to do, really, when the man who is currently trying to take down a seven story building somehow comes to think you ruined his plans. You didn’t-they didn’t-really, they just happened to be inside the building when it happened. Not quite as a coincidence though; they did know that the villain was going to be turning the local office building into a pile of rubble that afternoon and they were there for that reason, they just weren’t going to stop him. Reduce the causality count sure, but Vigilante could do that on their own by pulling the fire alarm-like they did. They did not summon the heroes or publicly humiliate the would-be bomber by switching out the detonator with a children’s toy.

They just happened to be peeking around the corner of the hall when he menacingly pulled out the toddler telephone during a stand off with the responding hero.

And really- who wouldn’t laugh when a man about to flip a dead man’s switch for an explosion instead triggers the cocomelon theme song?

Unfortunately for this vigilante, laughing is a dead give away when spying. They had locked eyes with Villain, nothing but murder in his gaze when he whipped his head back and saw the vigilante crouched in the office. Realizing how this looked and taking the cue, Vigilante had bolted.

Down the hall, around a corner, to the left, through the doors, down six flights of stairs, around the back, through that door-

Oh fuck.

Apparently, there was a faster route to the sidewalk outside and the villain had taken it. There was no time to be impressed, however, nor was there time to be terrified. Vigilante quickly scanned to their left and right. Left looked clearest, and they shifted their weight to-

“Oh no you don’t.”

Suddenly their back was pressed against the rough brick of the still-in-tact offices.

Fuck he was fast.

They were caged within a second, flailing to no avail. They kicked, went for the knees, ankles, crotch. Nothing. They grabbed for a switchblade in their pant’s pocket and got nothing but pinned wrists for their troubles.

“You,” he started, stopping to transfer both wrists to a single-handed hold above the vigilante’s head. He continued after using his free hand to pull out the now-broken toy, “think this is funny?”

The vigilante almost chuckled again when the crushed telephone he held up started to play a rather demonic-sounding rendition of the children’s song. Almost.

They silently swallowed in the spirit of self-preservation instead.

The villain dropped the remains to the ground thoughtlessly, instead using that hand to initiate a grip on Vigilante’s throat.

If they were ever going to say something to their defense, they had better do it now before they lacked the oxygen to form coherent words.

Vigilante took one last look in their peripherals to see if any hero would be coming to their rescue. There was no one.

“Oh we have time. Hero is rather…occupied. A little distraction.” Villain smiled. The vigilante thought they smelled smoke. Well it’s a good thing they already tripped the alarm.

“It wasn’t me,” Vigilante spoke with a touch of all-too-real desperation. The grip on their neck was tight but not yet restrictive.

“Bullshit.”

“I pulled the fire alarm. That’s it.” The vigilante silently begged for the man to believe that they did not, in fact, have a death wish. They did have a cat to feed, after all.

They had only wanted to get the workers out, not get choked to death next to some freshly-planted trees in front of a parking garage.

Occupational hazard, they guessed.

Villain studied them, hand flexing seemingly unconsciously as he weighed their defense. He was hesitant, which was understandable. Vigilante wouldn’t necessarily believe themselves here either.

When he didn’t let go, Vigilante added recklessly in a whisper, “I hate coco melon.”

The vigilante didn’t expect a laugh, but they also didn’t expect their throat to be abruptly released. The villain leaned back slightly to study them a little more. By the grace of someone, he seemed to believe them.

“You were still messing with my shit,” he pointed out, which was true enough.

“Just to get people out. It wasn’t gonna stop you.”

The villain answered only with silence.

“Someone has to pay.”

The vigilante answered with a silence of their own.

“Tell anybody what happened,” he paused for dramatic effect, maintaining harsh eye contact with the vigilante as he continued, “and they’ll find your corpse trapped in a room with a screen playing cocomelon on loop.”

Vigilante shivered. A scary threat indeed.

Villain stepped back, and Vigilante was shocked. Maybe they didn’t need to worry about the fate of their furry friend after all.

“If it was you, don’t think you can hide from me. You’ll wish we had finished this now.” The murderous gleam returned to the villain’s eyes, but it was no longer directed at Vigilante. They immediately felt sorry for whoever was about to incur his wrath next.

They started running again before he could change his mind.

Besides, if they had pulled something so bold, they certainly wouldn’t stick around to be seen and connected to it. They would watch it play out safely, from a distance. Preferably through an untraceable camera. Not that they would do something like that. …definitely not. Vigilante wondered who had, though. No suspects immediately came to mind, or none that made sense, anyway. For now, they just admired the guts it took to pull that off. They had a proper laugh when they got home, away from the danger of being choked or annoyed to death, and close to the now-full silver bowl on the floor.

[ravenzeppeli]

Claimed

Chapter 42 - Shattered |Prosciutto x Reader Angst|

Warning: strong/violent language, suicide attempt, threats, emotional abuse, strong verbal abuse, physical abuse, dark chapter. MA.

The mistake that you made was that you assumed that you were safe here, that these men would at least have the decency to never kill you. Sadly, you found yourself mistake, almost getting strangled to death all for something foolish. Maybe this was all a mistake, maybe being here's a mistake. All of this was becoming too stressful for you. You felt yourself starting to break. You no longer care about your life.

With delicacy, you pressed Prosciuttos gun up to your head, your hand resting on the trigger. If you do this, you'll be free. Once a man tries to kill you, they'll try it again. You had to kill yourself before he killed you. Before they all killed you. You were a fool for thinking that you'd ever matter to any of them. Not even Melone or Pesci cared. It was all an act. You knew it was all an act.

As you felt yourself close to pulling the trigger, your hand was suddenly slammed against the counter, the gun knocking out of your hand and going off, a loud gunshot echoing throughout the house. Before you could even react, arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you up.

"Stupid!" Prosciutto screamed, dragging your body across the floor as if you were a ragdoll. Your feet struggled to keep balance, your shoes squeaking as they dragged across the floor. "I told you never to touch my gun, and you press it against your head!? You plan to blow your brains out after everything I've done for you! Get the fuck out of my house, weak bitch!"

Silence overtook you, your heart shattering inside your chest as you realized how alone you truly were. Prosciutto wouldn't have cares that Formaggio tried to kill you. He would simply ignore it. If it weren't for Illuso stepping in, you would be dead. If it weren't for that piece of shit Formaggio never would have found out about you watching them. Fuck them, and fuck Prosciutto too. They were no good, and they would never understand how badly that they've hurt you. You were growing tired of these negative feelings. You just wanted it to stop.

As if you were nothing to him, Prosciutto roughly pushed you out of his room. You shamelessly stumbled forward, a low gasp escaping your lips as you crashed into a familiar, hard chest. With haste, you were grabbed and spun around, one massive hand wrapping around your throat and one around your waist.

"What happened? I heard a gunshot." Risottos voice filled your ears, voice low but filled with adrenaline.

Prosciutto walked back into his house without answering Risotto, leaving his door wide open. His harsh words cut you like a knife, but you were used to his abuse and ugly words. Prosciutto was in no way a kind man, and he was never the type to comfort you. Inside and out, he was an evil man with no good qualities aside from the fact that he's physically attractive. You couldn't believe that you almost fell in love with him, those past positive feelings being replaced with an even stronger hate towards him.

You attempted to pull away from Risotto, hot tears filling your eyes. "Let me go!" You screamed at him, wiggling violently in his arms. "Let me go now!" The anger you had was misplaced, but you didn't care. You just wanted to scream and be angry.

Maybe Risotto did deserve your anger, considering he was the reason why you couldn't break up with Formaggio or Prosciutto. His unfair fucking rules kept you on a tight leash and you had no choice but to listen to him. Not only was he your boyfriend, he was also your boss. It was so fucking unfair.

"Calm yourself," he muttered, arms locking around you, squeezing tightly, your body practically flailing to get away from him. To have your own free will. "You will calm down and submit to me now! I haven't had to put my hands on you, but I will!"

The sharpness in his yell was harsh, your body instantly freezing, head hanging low. You couldn't do this anymore, you couldn't feel this pain. "You hate me!" You cried out. "You all do!" Despite still yelling, you froze in his arms, your body not being able to help submitting to him. It was like he had you under his spell, hot tears now pouring down your face as you stiffened against his brick-like figure.

Prosciutto came out before Risotto replied, his hands filled with your things - your carry-on suitcase, your toothbrush, your laptop, your phone, as well as your mp3 player. "You'll never step foot in my house again, stupid cunt!" He stepped past you, tossing your things off of the porch, your clothes spilling out onto the lawn. "Dumb bitch! Trying to blow your brains out with my gun, I should fucking beat you! You're lucky!"

"She tried to shoot herself?" Muttered Risotto, a darkness in his tone that instantly brought fear into your heart. "After everything you've been through with us, you were going to blow your brains out in Prosciuttos kitchen? He trusted you in his home and you betrayed that."

In this moment, all you could think of was wanting Melone here to protect you. Like a fool, like he would actually side with you over his team. These men didn't care. They would soon kill you. You knew it. Formaggio won't let his anger go. You knew that he was coming for you. Or maybe Illuso was. You were replaceable. Just a toy. An object. You were nothing.

"Neither one of you love or care about me," you whispered, voice so low that Prosciutto suddenly appeared in front of you, leaning down slightly, his eyes filled with hate as he stared at you. "I don't want to be with you. I never did."

Prosciutto raised his hand to slap you, thick blonde eyebrows pulling down into a scowl. With an open hand, he popped you in the mouth, your teeth cutting into your bottom lip. "Shut your fucking mouth and learn your place, brainless girl! You should be thankful to be here with us, to be taken care of and spoiled! Ungrateful cunt, you're replaceable! Average at best, nothing special! I could pay for better pussy out on the streets, and I have!"

An awkward silence hung between the three of you, your head hanging low, the tears continuing to fall.

"I don't want you," he added in, "you're available. That's the only reason I allow myself to touch you and fuck you. Learn to be grateful, because we are all better than you! You're nothing without us, even with us you're fucking nothing! The only thing you got right was that I don't love you! Why would I love a weak, suicidal cunt!? Fuck you!"

"I want to leave," you whispered, feeling completely defeated by Prosciuttos' harsh words. A small part of you always felt like he loved you. That small part immediately washed away, his words permanently engraving in the back of your mind. Never would you let yourself forget that he hates you and doesn't want you. That would always stay with you, haunting you.

Risottos grip left your body completely your body completely. "Go sit on my porch," Risotto mutteted, "I'll collect your stuff and bring it. Stay exactly where I can see you and keep my eye on you. Sit on the steps." He stepped away from you, walking over to Prosciutto.

Quickly, you turned away, walking down the steps and passed your scattered clothes. Looking down, you saw your phone and mp3, leaning down, you quickly scooped it up. "Y/N, I said now," warned Risotto. "Do you want to anger me further!? You're already going to get it when we step foot in my fucking room for attempting to kill yourself. You've pissed me off. A threat against your own life is a threat against me."

This was a dangerous situation. You weren't safe and only had one thing on your mind. Risotto was going to kill you, just like Formaggio tried, too. He was going to hurt you. You couldn't let that happen. You were terrified of Risotto and what he may do to you.

Moving fast, you began to walk over to Risottos' front porch, flipping your phone open. You went to Melones name, pressing the green call button as you slammed the phone into your right ear.

The phone rang twice before a familiar voice answered, "Y/N! My love, I was just thinking about you."

A sense of comfort as well as dread washed over you. "Melone," you whispered into the phone as you sat on Risottos porch, keeping your head down. "I need you to come get me. I'm at Risottos. I need you to - " You were cut off by the phone snatching out of your hand, Risotto appearing in front of you in seconds.

With a shake of his head, he snapped your phone in half, tossing it to the side, his large frame towering over you, casting a dark shadow over your entire body. "I really do care about you," he muttered, voice thick with venom, "that is why I'm going to have to do this to you. This will hurt me worse than it'll hurt you."

"Please don't hurt me," you begged, a stiffness coursing throughout your body as he grabbed your wrist, roughly yanking you to your feet. "You don't understand! You don't know what was done to me, and you don't even care!" With a sudden rage, your other hand raised, roughly pushing into his chest, causing no impact.

"Oh?" A look of surprise spread across his face, eyes dropping down to stare at your hand. "You know what, Y/N, I've had enough with you lying and hiding the truth from me. I think it's time I show you what happens when you lie to me and attempt to take your own life."

[thirsty-boba-fett-posts]

Part VII of a fic that somehow keeps going despite the fact that I have only ever written one-shots for an entirely different fandom.

tw: use of firearms, smut, big ass spiders, low key Daddy kink

…

The Daimyo hadn’t suggested that Fennec teach his Princess her way around a standard DL-18 blaster pistol. Fennec took it upon herself. Fennec appreciated what The Princess brought to Boba Fett’s crime family - legitimacy. The implication that the Daimyo and his house were powerful and well connected enough to shelter a princess, even one as low maintenance as their shy little nobleborn, was a statement in itself. It helped that she brought very little heat from outside elements. Fennec had been fully prepared to bounce Brao Opposition Force soldiers off of the side of the palace walls for sport if the occasion warranted, but other than the herd of moof milkers looking to bribe the Daimyo into marrying her off to that unfortunate looking Tilmovian prince, no one came calling for her.

The Princess managed to solve the palace’s rodent problem as well - another little bonus. Her trio of tame Dune Spiders made fine vermin hunters and she often took them out for sight hunts at dusk. Teaching her some good marksmanship would only make her more self sufficient.

Fennec’s improvised outdoor range allowed for Drash and The Princess to practice plinking old bottles brought by the crate from Garsa’s sanctuary. Fennec lined bottles of various colors and sizes along a man made shelf in front of a natural sand burm and let “the girls”, as she called them, plink away with iron sights on their blasters. The Daimyo watched proudly from the tower, but dared not let them know. He enjoyed watching Drash and The Princess bring out Fennec’s humorous side and it would spoil the fun of they knew he could see them.

“Can you hit that little one Drash?” asked the Princess, pointing to a tiny clear bottle that had thus far alluded them.

“Surely Fennec can. Show us how it’s done, master assassin!”

Fennec smile and unholstered her blaster pistol.

“Step aside girls and watch me.”

Fennec steadied herself in an isosceles stance and exhaled a breath before pulling the trigger. The tiny bottle shattered, making Drash and The Princess squeal with delight.

“I expect you both to be able to shoot down a whole row of bottles by yourselves in quick succession by the next full moon, ladies!” Fennec commanded in a voice that only pretended to be stern. Drash and The Princess spent the rest of the afternoon putting the fear of the Maker in as many glass bottles as they could and then took the Dune Spiders out for a hunt as the suns set in the sky.

…

Fennec’s fondness for his Princess was a source of constant amusement to Fett. She’d taken longer to warm to Drash and the Mods and those little scamps took orders from her. Once The Princess was in the bacta tank, Fett expected Fennec to chastise him for harboring a fugitive, for all intents and purposes, from a sovereign planet. But Fennec was keener to leave the life of a hired gun behind than Fett realized, and she recognized that their little Princess brought a modest level of prestige to their entourage. Why spend money on a protocol droid? Hadn’t The Princess been to one of those fancy finishing schools with the children of senators and diplomats on Hosnian Prime? She was prettier and far less irritating than a protocol droid, and she made herself useful around the palace.

Fennec had her boots on the table as she picked stuffed fruits off of a shiny tray.

“Your little Princess could outshoot most bucketheads, but no buckethead could train a Dune Spider to come when called,” she remarked.

“She’s always had a way with even the most rock-ribbed creatures,” he replied, absentmindedly swirling the milk of a black melon.

“Indeed,” said Fennec with her eyebrows raised.

The intimation was not lost on Fett.

“I shouldn’t let you speak so freely.”

“And yet you do,” said Fennec through a mouthful of fruit.

…

That night on their knees in his bed, Fett cupped his Princess’ face with one hand and with the other, gently took hers and brought it down to his erect member. He was thickly endowed and he wanted her to get a sense of his size.

“Stroke me, Princess. I want you to know what I’ll feel like when you’re ready to take me inside you.”

She held his chin in her other hand as she worked him carefully. She watched his face with wide, curious eyes. He cupped one of her breasts and furrowed his brow as he moaned into her mouth.

“Now touch yourself, Princess.”

She reached down between them and did as she was told. He put both of his hands on the sides of her face and kissed her. He grunted and gasped in her ear when he came into her hand. With one hand he fisted her hair and gently pulled her head back, and with the other he replaced her hand between her legs with his own and finished her. She gripped his forearm as he worked her clit and he kissed a line from her jaw to her shoulder. She went limp after she came and he eased her onto her back.

…

He propped himself on one elbow next to her and rested a hand on her soft abdomen. He kissed her temple as he eased his hand down the mound of her pubis. She was relaxed with her legs spread and her knees bent. It was best to do this while she was still wet.

“Put my fingers inside you. Start with just one until you can relax. We’ll stop if it hurts.”

She lubricated the fingers on his free hand in the slickness of her folds and eased his middle finger into her slowly. He watched her half lidded eyes carefully. She felt for his index finger and let it follow the other into her. The stretch caused her to inhale deeply, but she remained relaxed. He touched his forehead to hers as he gently slid both fingers back out.

“That’s enough for now, mesh’la. You’re doing so well.”

He bent down and kissed the top of her thigh. He was so proud of his Princess.

…

Feedback is incredibly motivating. If you like it, tell me how and why.

[g0dspeeed]

if you feel comfortable with it can i get a 💭 for cappie's thoughts on syb please :)c (--direwombat)

The shotgun slug blew open the Peggie's head like a melon, but Cappie thundered on.

"Sybille!" she snarled.

Another shot, another Peggie dropped, a sack of shit that smelled the part between his greasy clothes and filthy hair clotting with fresh blood.

"Sybille, you French-ass motherfucker! Where's my fucking money!"

Her angry voice carried over the brewery, over the throngs of cultists swarming the outpost like righteous bees. They buzzed, buzzed, buzzed, and she killed, killed, killed, her temper flaring with each step until she arrived at the room that the Deputy was holed up in.

"Make me track your ass like the world's most depressed, goddamn grizzly bear," grumbled Cappie. "And all people wanna know is about the damn Deputy! Well, I got some fucking opinions! Ha ha ha! Worst customer ever!"

She raised up the shotgun in the direction of the pair of Peggies trying to bust down the door, half as crazed as Cappie.

When the trigger pulled, to Cappie's great chagrin, it clicked empty of ammo.

"Of fucking course...Sybille! Sybille, precious baby, now you owe me bullets!"

A beat later, the shotgun barrel was slid to her hands and swung over the head of the nearest Peggie. His partner was slow on the draw and met a similar fate, but not by the hand of the enraged smuggler, but by the Deputy herself as she emerged to blow a hole through the cultist's skull.

Cappie's breaths, hot and rough, carried over the brewery, over the groans of the machines and the growing fire in the front of the property. She must've looked as rough as she felt for Deputy La Roux just gaped at Cappie with wide eyes and pursed lips.

Once she gathered her bearings, her dirty hands carding through her dark under with a lift of the cap, Cappie cleared her throat.

"You, you owe me five bucks, Deputy..."

[ghostaddictgremlin]

Kamen Rider Gaim

Ep 16

It's fuckn Star Wars Endor

IT REALLY IS ENDOR LMAOOOO

I can't read the room right now and it's fucking with me

What is he seeing?!?! WHAT IS HE SEEING?!?!?

Whatever it is darling. I swear it's not the right path.

Ep 17

MICCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

"We're always gonna be friends, right?" Those are nevee good words to be said :')))

NOOOOOO MICCHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII. GET OUT OF THOSE CLOTHES

I DON'T WANT THIS. THIS IS NOT MY MICCHI. GIVE ME MY MICCHI BACK

What kind of Evolto move was that? Like did she just pull those binoculars out of her ass?

He is not hidden. At all. Guys wtf, look around😂

Sis was lost in sauce

Ngl cake guy is annoying. He's kinda like the lesbian brothers*

Micchiiiiiiiiiii.... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Oh my gooooooood. He's frickn 16, chiiiillll

Paintball... but like extreme

God, this is literally back stabbing - the show

BACKSTABBING THE FUCKING SHIW

*the lesbian brothers are the engine bros in Build. And ngl at one point they got annoying.

Ep 18

Ah, emo Kaito is back

Oh god, he's so edgy I can't with him

The inves dancing?😂😂

It's great but also the dancing is killing me

I CAN'T DO THIS. THIS SCENE IS SO WEIRDLY STUPID😂😂😂😭

Must suck if you can't snap in this scene😂

OH GOD THE SCENE JUST GOT INHERENTLY STUPIDER😭😭😂😂

Tsundere edgy Kaito is OUT

Oh my gawd Dr. Stylish looks fancy

Ep 19

Oh OH, he's a lemon

That was smooth, my bro

That was even smoother, my other bro

Rip Kaito, I guess

You fucking tsundere

When the wind is coming from the back and the coat wraps around him, Kaito looks like a wet cat

Helheim really is Endor. First we had Stormtroopers on speeders and now we have at-sts

I am begging you, melon man, don't trigger me with your hands in your pockets*

Dr. Stylish is not cute. Dr. Stylish is not cute. Repeat it, Bat: Dr. Stylish is not cute.

*see the Build notes for context

Ep 20

Melon man always looks like he just spent the last 10 years in ice water. Bro, why are your lips so blue? Ever heard of blood circulation?

We're going into a wrong direction with Dr. Stylish here, Bat

Kaito, you fuckn pussy, stop limping

Those giant empty rooms just kill me

Oh god no, he was yassified😂😂😂

That man is like 90% legs

Didn't you like limp 10 seconds ago, Kaito? Now you're kicking chairs?

Yeah, I would laugh at Kaito too. Like that was embarrassingly edgy, wtf dude

Everyone of you is fucking creepy in that scene

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Day 1: ACTIVITIES

Day one. Was not sure what to expect, still not sure if I survived. Asakusa: The Senso-ji Temple was a lot of fun! Shops and shops and shops lined the street heading up to the temple. I ended up getting an apple pie fritter, melon pan, strawberry daifuku and yakisoba. Then I did the some of the temple activites - I cleansed my hands in the fountain, rubbed smoke on myself to heal (back pain should be gone if it worked), and gave some coins to pray at the main fountain. Very fun experience and a good start to the day. Photos to come at some point. Lunch: You'll see a photo of the dish on my blog at some point. I went to Brisk Stand, a place revered by Japan Eat as having the best burger in Japan. After getting my heart rate going by waiting in line and worrying I was going to be late to get back to the group, I was seated and ordered a double cheeseburger and fries. The pace picked up and my food was served. The fries were spectacular. The cheese and cooked onions did their job. The patty... nope. Lots of cartilage and just was a flop. It's a shame because I had this place high up on the excitement chart. 5/10 for those keeping track of my restaurants. Fukugawa Edo Museum: I'll keep this brief as this stop was a bit of a small museum and I mostly sat/recharged. It was cool seeing a 1-to-1 model of old Edo (Tokyo before it was "Tokyo") and learning about how people lived back then. The architecture was cool and a fake cat on the roof meowed every 5 minutes. Pokemon Center: Simple enough. Dinner: The original plan was to get revolving sushi at Sushiro, however things were running ahead of schedule so I pulled the trigger on going to Yuragi. Yuragi is known for its white katsu curry. I get there and nope! Closed. Stranded in the Takadanobaba neighborhood of Shinjuku City, I made a judgement call and headed to Tonkatsu Hinata. To keep it short, this was an unbelievable meal. The tonkatsu was super tender, fried to perfection. The sides added some nice substance and contrast. This not only gets a 10, but it's the best thing I've had so far. After: I decided to head back to the hotel after trying and failing to play at a Pachinko Parlor. I didn't fail because I was underage, it was because I didn't know how to work the machine. Oh well. 1000 Yen that I won't get back. To be fair, 1000 Yen is only about ~$7 USD. Anyways, now I'm at my hotel. I'm tired.