#oct writing

[stvknt2]

14). Skeletal.

Pardon any errors.

Hanging in front of her was an odd looking contraption of some sorts. It looked like it was made of bones. Maybe some fur or feathers. She looked at it, feeling puzzled. Her stomach knotted, and she debated if she should enter the house at all. She's pretty sure this is where he lives. But she couldn't be positive about it and she didn't want to make a fool of herself. Also, there was an incredibly eerie feeling filling the pit of her stomach. She shouldn't be here. She decided to just go back home. He'll come around again when he can. She tried to quietly go down the stairs hopefully unnoticed when someone cleared his throat, getting her attention. Her heart pounded in her chest, fear slowly spreading down her spine.

"Can I help you?" He asked, eyebrows furrowed together. He wore a black shirt that he clearly turned into a tank top of some sorts. A pair of typical blue jeans worn by most farmers and work gloves. She obviously was interrupting some sort of farm upkeep.

"Uh- yes. I was looking for a friend. I thought he lived here, but I think I'm mistaken." She said quickly, grabbing onto the bottom of her shirt for comfort.

"A friend? Here? You are absolutely mistaken, doll. No way you know anybody that lives here. Your friend got a name?" He looked a little more amused now, walking a little closer to her, 'smile' starting to hint at the corner of his mouth.

"I think you're right. I should get ba-"

He slinked over, grabbing her arm in his hand, holding her tight.

"Do you got a name, sweetheart?" There was something about his eyes and the way he looked at her that made her feel gross. Like she was a piece of meat or something. She wanted to yank her arm out of his grasp, but she froze in her place.

"Marjorie, but everyone calls me Margie." She said quietly, she hoped he could hear her.

"Margie, huh? Now, I'm gonna ask you this one more time, who. are. you. looking. for?" His gaze bore into her. She felt like a tiny mouse staring up and into the eyes of a large snake.

"I don't think he lives here."

"Name."

She just looked at him, hands starting to tremble. She doesn't know why she can't get herself just to say his name. Maybe it's because she knows that someone like him would live in a house like this, and she doesn't want to get him in trouble. She has an aching feeling they aren't supposed to know each other, technically. This was a bad idea all around.

"Bubba." She finally said, barely loud enough for him to hear. A wicked smile spread across his face.

"Bubba? No way in hell you mean our Bubba. Explain him to me." His excitement made him grip her arm tighter in his hand. He tugged on her slightly so she'd come a little closer to him.

"Tall. Wide." She was omitting something very obvious about him, but she wasn't sure if she should say that. She doesn't know who this guy is and how he knows Bubba, but she doesn't want to say anything she shouldn’t.

"That it? Nothin' more important? Maybe somethin' that makes him noticeably different than you and I?" He finds this amusing. She felt like he was laughing at her.

"Do I need to say it if you already know?" She wasn't being snippy. She hoped she wouldn't be read that way.

"What? Does that scare y-"

"Johnny, get your ass inside, right now!" An older man yelled from inside the house. The man, who appears to be named 'Johnny', grimaced.

"You're lucky." He spat, and he shoved Margie in the direction to leave before hurrying up the steps.

"What have I told you about bitchin' at me, old man?" Johnny yelled as he disappeared into the house.

Margie's heart pounded in her chest. She has never been this scared before. She was stupid for even trying. She hurried out towards where her property was. Knowing now not to go this far out. As she left their yard, she stepped on something, and it made the oddest crunch sound. She looked down, feeling a cold chill wash over her. Some kind of bone structure laid beneath her foot. She told herself to just go home, pretend she never came here. Suddenly, a lot of things about her friend were starting to come together in her head. She was overwhelmed by her emotions. She didn't really know what to do about them.

[beausling]

PUSSY STAINS ON MY STAFF

quick little drabble thing cus i’m having these thoughts n feelings and i really just need to get them out there..

warnings: pure smutty filth, porn without plot, sub!dean, puppyboy!dean, dom!fem!reader, mommy kink, bouncing on it, jackin each others shit, rubbing things together n gettin it all sticky, thigh riding, nipple sucking (f & m receiving), pet names (mommy, puppy, pretty boy, etc.), not proof read cus they never are, uhh i think thats all but idk my brain is Soo soupy rn

all work is mine, please do not steal/plagiarize, repost anywhere, or translate without my permission. likes and reblogs are welcome and appreciated!!!

18+ CONTENT, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED!

you desperately held back your own moans, just so that you could hear dean’s pretty whimpers as you rode him into the sun.

his big hands scrambling for purchase, touching you anywhere he could reach; your hips, your ass, your thighs, your breasts.

but you couldn’t hold back anymore as he surged forward, sucking one of your hard nipples into his mouth. it always made your brain go fuzzy, turned you into just as much of a mess as he was.

an idea sparked as your fingers threaded through his short locks. where you would normally grip on and shove him harder into your chest, this time you pulled him away, looking down at him with dark, heavy lidded eyes as a smirk pulled at your lips.

“mommy, please, let me-“ dean began begging, but you cut him off. “i wanna try somethin’ new,” you said, slowing down in your movements. “that okay?”

he just nodded in response, like an eager little puppy, so desperate to please.

you fully stilled your hips, slowly rising off his dick with a groan and letting it slip out of your sloppy cunt. his whines of protest filled your ears.

“shhh, s’okay, puppy.” you cooed softly, “‘m gonna make you feel so good. can you lay back f’me?” he immediately obliged, shifting slightly to lay comfortably against the pillows.

you moved once he was in position, one knee going between his legs while the other stayed beside his hip, leaning down and pressing soft, wet kisses up his tummy, to his chest, his neck, before going back down, all the while he was squirming underneath you.

“stay still, pup.” you command gently, warm breath fanning over his slick skin as your lips moved across his chest, stopping at one of his nipples.

you glanced up at him through your lashes, a grinch-like smirk gracing your face before you stuck your tongue out, and began laving at his pink, puffy nipple, watching his reaction; the way his eyebrows furrowed, and his mouth fell open — it told you all you needed to know.

dean was enjoying this.

you licked rougher, more insistently, nipping gently at the sensitive flesh and sucking it onto your mouth, listening to him gasp and whimper.

his pleasure had always been your pleasure, so hearing and seeing how he reacted to what you were doing made your stomach flutter.

you sucked harder, hips dropped down on top of his thigh as you moaned around his skin, grinding against him without even realizing it. this was just too good. you couldn’t get enough.

“mommy,” dean whined, one of his hands finding its way into your hair and grasping at the long locks. you simply moaned back in response, your eyes fluttered shut as you got lost in all the different sensations, rubbing your wet folds all over his plush thigh and making a mess.

soon you moved over, giving the same attention to the other nipple. and dean was absolutely losing his mind — head thrown back, eyes rolled to the back of his head, back arching slightly.

one of your hands drifted down between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his still hard cock and beginning to slowly jerk him off, feeling him twitch in your hand as his body shuddered.

“wanna make you feel good, too.” you heard him murmur, and seconds later his hands were gripping tightly onto your hips, lifting them up off his thigh before slipping two thick fingers between your soaking folds.

your head lolled to the side, mouth coming off his chest as you let out a loud moan, hips twitching into his hand as he pressed down on your swollen clit, making fast circles. that made your hand move quicker on him in return.

“pretty boy,” you crooned, “feels s’good — you always make mommy feel so good. my good boy, perfect little puppy.” you babbled on in praises that you knew were sure to get him to release faster, still making it a point to take care of him, prioritizing his pleasure.

you went on and on that way, kissing, nipping and sucking at every piece of skin you could reach, murmuring soft praises in his ears, and moving your hand swiftly over his cock until you felt it start to twitch and pulse more persistently against your soft palm.

“you gonna cum, pup?”

“yeah,” dean whimpered, his hips canting up, chasing down his orgasm.

“c’mon, cum for mommy — all over my hand like a good boy.” you murmured against his stubbled jaw, pressing kiss after kiss to his skin. “cum for me, puppy.”

that really did him in. hips stuttering and his body tensing up, eyes fluttering and face scrunched up in bliss, back arching as he let out a loud, whiny groan, thick ropes of sticky white shooting out from the tip and dripping onto your hand, getting all over his tummy, and a bit on yours.

and his undoing was your own. shifting your position so that you were straddling him fully again, slotting his sloppy dick through your slick folds and grinding into him, creating the most sinful sounds. your clit bumped against his tip over and over again, breathy moans spilling out of your parted lips, going after your own high.

dean let out another loud whine, “i know. i know, pup.” it was clear he was becoming overstimulated. “jus’ a lil’ bit more. you want mommy’s cum, too, don’t you?” seeing him nod eagerly through your bleary gaze, and whine again.

a huffy groan of frustration left you, lifting your hips and lining him back up with your entrance, quickly skinning down and bouncing at a rough pace. planting one hand behind you and arching back as you moved, your other fingers found your clit and rubbed in tight circles, that familiar heat making itself known, low in your belly.

your own orgasm crashed over you faster than anticipated, body going rigid while that coil snapped, your walls clenching, before you gushed around dean, a loud, gasping moan tearing out of your throat.

it was always pure ecstasy with him.

falling into his chest once you finish, dean wrapped his strong arms around your waist, hugging you tightly to him as he pressed a kiss to your hairline, while you kissed all over his cheek, the corner of his eye, his temple.

“you did so good.” you praised softly against his skin, wrapping your own arms around him, nose nuzzling the side of his head. his hands ran slowly up and down your back, laying there silently in the aftermath for a moment.

“so, we found out two things today…” he mused, voice raspy from all the noise he’d been making.

a confused hum came from you in response.

“you, like sucking nipples…and i, like having my nipples sucked — apparently.” he said in a slightly sardonic, teasing tone, sending you into a fit of giggles.

my first actual fic in A MILLION YEARS.. hEllOOO😧🔥

also my first time myself writing like FULLLLL smut.. SO PLEASEEEEE don’t crucify me if it’s really bad like AT LEASTTT I TRIEDD😭

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[bleedingcoffee42]

[thewickedjazzy]

Mystery November agenda is here, pookies! 🔍

(featuring osamu dazai)

ᯓspy! dazai x pm! reader :

❛deep undercover, tangled in secrets… will love or betrayal win?❜

ᯓada! dazai x detective! reader :

❛two brilliant minds, one mystery... but what happens when he becomes your most dangerous puzzle piece? ❜

[NOTE: both stories will be stretched over several chapters. also, it may include nsfw content but it can be skippable] dividers are made by me, please don't claim as your own xx. also, special thanks to @chuuminn and @bittysuguro for helping me out and always being the superstars that they are xx.

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[earthencleric]

also i know that Mercymorn is an insane immortal whatever okay and yes she has very erratic behaviour and very little understanding of humanity any more like EVERY OTHER LYCTOR but part of me wonders specifically about the way she calls Harrow a baby and how that relates to her understanding of John’s behaviour towards Harrow and how John may have once behaved towards Cristabel

[propertyofkylar]

kinktober day 22: pegging (m!sydney x gn!pc)

word count: 1421

tags/warnings: pegging, anal fingering, no gendered terms referring to reader but has a vagina and uses a strap-on, the importance of using lube

note: HIIII REMEMBER ME i write things i do...sometimes... im SORRYYYY that its december and i havent finished kinktober. i got overwhelmed. the good news is that time is a construct and kinktober is not merely 31 days in a month...oh no...it is a state of being and babey im here year round

“You’re sure you want this?”

The dildo in your hands was unlike any real cock you’d seen - of course, real dicks were not purple and sparkly. You wiggled it in your hands, watching it bounce. Would this fit into Sydney’s ass?

Sydney nodded, a resolute expression on his face. This was something you’d discussed together for a while now. You’d done some experimenting - just some light fingering - and now it was time for the real deal. 

You were going to peg your boyfriend. 

Since Sydney had his eyes opened to what he called “the world of sin,” he’d been a lot more interested in the intricacies of sex and kink. That led the two of you to where you were today. 

Sitting on Sydney’s bed, a harness on your body, a fat dildo in your hand, and a bottle of lube beside you. 

“Okay,” you said in response, and gently stroked Sydney’s cheek. “But don’t forget we can stop at any time.”

“I know,” he smiled and nuzzled his cheek into your palm. “I trust you, my love.”

With that, you crawled into Sydney’s lap and began to kiss him. You had already stripped entirely naked, while Sydney was still in his underwear. As your tongues swirled in each other’s mouths, you could feel him rapidly hardening beneath you. 

“Someone’s eager,” you breathed against his lips. He nodded. You threaded your fingers through Sydney’s dark hair the way you knew he liked and tugged, eliciting a moan from him. 

You pulled away briefly to rig the dildo into the harness - you’d practiced - before returning to kiss Sydney some more. As you did so, you ground your hips into him, frotting your fake cock against his real one. Sydney’s breathing got heavier, and yours did too. The harness had a bumper that rubbed your clit with each thrust. 

Warmth spread through your body, the two of you huffing as your hips moved in tandem. You almost got carried away with the dry humping when you suddenly remembered why you were actually here. You pulled away again, Sydney whining at the loss of contact. 

“Take them off,” you said softly, and Sydney instantly did as told, tugging down his boxer briefs. His heavy cock smacked against his belly, flushed and hard after your fit of grinding. The sight was enough to almost make you drool. You couldn’t believe the temple had tried to lock this thing away from you. 

You grabbed the bottle and squeezed a generous amount of lube onto your fingers, coating your digits thoroughly. “I’m going to go slow,” you said, tossing the bottle aside and lightly scratching Sydney’s chest with your free hand. “Tell me to stop at any time and I will.”

“I know,” he murmured, pulling your hand to his mouth. Sydney kissed each of your fingertips. “You don’t have to keep telling me. I want this. Trust me.” He sucked your pointer finger into his mouth, his tongue swirling around. The submissive act made you whimper and your hips unconsciously bucked. 

With one lube-covered finger, you gently stroked his hole, before slowly pushing it in. It wasn’t much, of course, but it had Sydney groaning already. After a moment, you began to move that finger. 

“More,” Sydney whispered, and you were happy to indulge. Your middle finger slid in too, and you pumped the two fingers faster, scissoring inside of him the way you knew he liked. 

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, and that did something to you. The sound of Sydney cursing always felt electrifying. With your other hand, you pressed against Sydney’s shoulder, forcing him to lay down on the bed. His dark hair spread around him like the halo of a fallen angel, yet he gazed up at you so adoringly there was no way any of this could be sinful. 

You pumped your fingers for a few more minutes and then retracted when you felt he was stretched enough. He whined at the loss, but eager anticipation flashed in his eyes for what was yet to come. You grabbed the lube again and squirted it on the dildo, probably more than necessary, but you wanted to be safe. Sydney watched intently as your hand jerked off the dildo, ensuring every centimeter was thoroughly coated. 

The two of you locked eyes as you leaned forward, pressing the tip of your dildo against Sydney’s hole. “I love you,” he said softly, which made you shiver with pleasure. And with that, you eased into him.

You went slowly, knowing full well for yourself that a cock was much different than having fingers inside of you. As you stretched Sydney out far more than he had ever been before, you watched eagerly as his eyes rolled back and his cheeks flushed bright pink.

“Fuck,” Sydney whimpered. His reaction was possibly the hottest thing you had ever seen. You rocked gently against his hips, excitedly watching his eyes glaze over from sheer pleasure. Sydney’s fists clutched desperately at the bedsheets beneath him, the fabric wrinkling under his grip. “It…it feels so good…”

“Does it?” You smirked, suddenly overcome with the urge to tease your adorable and sexy boyfriend. “How about when I do this?” You thrust into him again, slightly harder this time, and were filled with joy when he gasped suddenly.

A moan escaped your own mouth when the grinder in the harness pressed against your clit. Your thrusts were languid, trying to ease into a rhythm without overwhelming Sydney.

But that didn’t seem to be working for him, because he whined your name. You looked up into his eyes - pupils fully blown out - and shivered at the sight.

“Fuck me,” Sydney begged. “Hard. Please.”

Who were you to deny such a polite ask? You channeled memories of being penetrated yourself and almost entirely pulled out before slamming back in fully. Sydney let out a pleasure-tinged moan.

“Again!” He demanded, and you thrust hard into him repeatedly. Over and over, watching tears gather in the corner of Sydney’s eyes, pressure building deep in the pit of your belly. You stabilized yourself on the bed with one hand and moved the other down to grip his cock, sloppily trying to jerk him off in tandem with your thrusts. Your rhythm certainly wasn’t perfect, but Sydney’s sobs told you that you were doing a well enough job.

“Fuck,” you moaned, looking at him fucked out and hot below you. “You look so fucking good like this. Taking my cock so well.”

Sydney gasped. “Y-your hand – it feels so fucking –” his words were cut off by moans and he didn’t finish the thought.

The sight of him was too much. “I’m gonna cum,” you grit out, your tempo lost entirely as your hips went wild, hand barely keeping a grip on Sydney’s precum-soaked cock. “Oh, fuck, Sydney,” was all you could manage as your climax hit you. You squeezed your eyes shut, stars dancing in your vision. You could only imagine how good it would feel to cum inside him with a real cock, and that made you orgasm even harder.

Sydney was mumbling your name over and over like a prayer. As you came down from your high, you could feel his cock twitching in your hand. He was close, too. Leaning your head in, you pressed soft kisses to his neck, nibbling on his earlobe before whispering “let go for me, baby.”

And with a strangled cry, hot ropes of cum shot out from his cock, spreading over your hand and his stomach. The two of you breathed heavily, watching him twitch as finally, his cum ran out. Then, you looked at each other and giggled.

Ignoring the sticky mess on him that would surely spread to you, you flopped down on top of Sydney with an oomph, easing the dildo out of his ass. You couldn’t formulate coherent enough thoughts to speak, and you figured that he couldn’t, either. So you both sat in silence for a few.

“That was…” Sydney let out a shaky breath and chucked. “Yeah. It was.”

“Yeah,” you agreed with a giggle. “For sure.”

He suddenly wrapped his arms around you and flipped you, so he was on top. Then, he nuzzled his head into your neck. The feeling of his hair on your skin made you giggle more.

“Let me lay here for a few minutes…” he murmured. He was so cute, it made your heart melt. “Then…I wanna see how well you can take my cock and the dildo together.”

[studioeisa]

ylangelegy -> studioeisa.

[noblehouseofgay]

Kinktober Day 1 - deep throating/face sitting

@jeguluskinktoberr

Trans regulus

Minors dni

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

"Reg-!" James' head hit the wall behind him, grasping into Regulus' hair like a lifeline. James looked back to the floor, watching his boyfriend take his cock like it was nothing.

He felt himself hit the back of Regulus throat as the smaller boy moaned around it, letting the vibrations carry him. "Fuck, Reggie...that's so-" James winced, "so fucking good, god you make me feel good." He met his lover's eyes, only to find a smug look on his face. Oh, he was enjoying James falling apart. James began smiled a little until Regulus moved just right, pushing James over the edge.

"Reg, I- I'm gonna-" Regulus kept going, obviously wanting to swallow James whole. James let out a moan and released, feeling himself drip down Regulus' throat. The smaller boy slid his mouth off, licking up the extra.

He looked up at James, smirking as he wiped his mouth. And that alone was enough to make James horny all over again.

He pulls the younger boy up and to their bed, immediately throwing himself down. "Sit on my face." James says with way too much confidence.

Regulus goes bright red. "James you don't have to- I'm perfectly fine-" "I want to eat you out...please?" And how could Regulus turn that down?

He slowly took off his pants and straddled James. "Are you sure?" "A million percent. I want to taste you." Face flushing even more, Regulus moved forward.

James immediately started exploring, licking around Regulus' already wet folds. He tasted so sweet.

James went further, finding Regulus' clit and immediately started sucking. He felt Regulus' thighs tense around his head, nails digging into his arms as Reg held on. "Fuck, James," Regulus gasped as James moved faster.

James didn't need oxygen nearly as much as he needed this, face buried into his boyfriend's cunt like his life depended on it. The taste and sounds of Regulus were enough to intoxicate James.

He felt Regulus spill out onto his face, James licking up as much as he could. Regulus was panting as he moved off of James, who practically whimpered at the loss. "At least let me clean up a little more." Regulus rolled his eyes but let James taste every last bit.

[nevalizona]

12). Release.

Pardon any errors.

"Gee, Dr.Garcia, when do you think I'll be able to leave? My arm feels awfully better than it did when I first got here!" Andy inquired, brow furrowed.

"Chavez. You need to rest. You'll stay here for the night so I can keep an eye on your arm. Everything looks fine, but I want you near. If you lose feeling in your fingers, I might have to go in again. Nurse Castillo will be near. She's our head nurse." Lonnie explained writing something on his clipboard.

"I know who Nurse Castillo is, Dr.Garcia. She's real kind. But honestly, I don't think you need to keep your eyes on me! There are surely other patients that need your help more than I do!" Andy exclaimed, wincing when he sat up, jerking his arm too much.

"Chavez. Please. Rest." Lonnie offered a warm smile before getting up and walking over to Nurse Castillo.

"Chavez should be fine. Movement is looking good. Just keep an eye on him. I'm turning in for the night. Is Delacruz working?" Lonnie asked, handing his clipboard to her.

"She's not. She worked yesterday. I'll check in with Chavez and see if he needs anything. Take care, Dr.Garcia." Donna said in her normal stern way. A lot of people say she's a hardass, but Lonnie has always appreciated her commitment to the job.

Lonnie headed back to where the other surgeons were resting, leaving Donna with only a couple of other nurses. Donna wasn't too worried, though. There weren't too many patients.

"Nurse Castillo?" Andy asked, raising his good hand. For a second, Donna felt that she was like a teacher, walking around and checking on her students. Andy is still obviously a young boy. He knows you raise your hand to get someone's attention. Donna's heart tugged at the sight. Seeing all these young boys broken and needing to be put back together kills her.

"Yes, Chavez?" She's polite and caring. 

"Do you think you could please grab something from the bag I was carrying when I got brought in?" He asked, eyes wide and eager. She couldn't help but smile at the sight.

"Sure, what do you need?"

"I have a comic in there, I haven't got to read it yet." He fixed his glasses as he talked, clearly excited to get some reading in.

"Be right back." Donna went over to where they kept the patient's things and could easily tell which were Chavez's. His helmet on top of his bag had a peace sign on it. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she had to blink them away. The little acts of 'rebellion' she's seen these boys do kill her. Their pleas for some form of resolution. She wishes she had the ability to make things better, but obviously, she couldn't do anything at all. She went into his bag and found the comic he must be talking about and brought it over to him.

"Here you go, Chavez. Don't stay up too late now. If all goes according to plan, you'll be out of here first thing in the morning." He patted the post at the end of his bed and walked over to another patient. She looked over at Andy, and he gave her a wave, mouthing 'thank you.' Donna nodded at him and grabbed the clipboard at the end of this patient's bed, looking over what needed to be done and what she needed to monitor.

[seokminfilm]

mosquito | lee seokmin

pairing: lee seokmin x reader

warnings: non-idol au, boyfriend!seokmin, fluff, established relationship, clingy seokmin, pet names (reader uses 'sweetheart' and seokmin uses 'baby' & 'love'), lyr in her soft seokmin hours

now playing: mosquito, pinkpantheress

As you scanned the shelves for a jar of tomato sauce, your phone rang in your pocket, vibrating against your body. Picking it up, you sighed when you saw the name on the screen, answered it, and brought the phone to your ear as you sighed. "Seokmin."

Your boyfriend was known for his clingy nature—all of his friends and your friends knew about his attachment to you, and teased him for it. You couldn't go very far or long without him texting or calling you to ensure you were okay; you thought it was adorable, but in some situations (like this one) it was slightly exasperating.

"I miss you, love. When are you coming home? Where are you?" Seokmin's voice had a pout to it, and you could imagine his face from your spot in the sauce aisle—brown eyes wide with his soft lips jutted out like a child having a tantrum.

"Sweetheart, I'm on my way. I'm shopping for dinner tomorrow and picking up some extra groceries. Just a few more things on my list and I'm done." You reassure him, voice calm as a sigh tumbles through the phone's speakers.

"Please hurry up. Please—I want to see you. It's been almost all day since we've talked face to face," Seokmin wasn't lying either, and your heart clenched at his words: your workplace was busy today, and you didn't get time to call him on your lunch break like usual. It's been hours since you've heard his voice, and now he's calling you every forty-five minutes because of the simple fact.

"I'll hurry up, Seokkie, I promise." You smile, and Seokmin falls silent for a few seconds, humming in response as you start to push the cart and hang up on him.

"No—please don't hang up on me," Seokmin's rich voice is now high-pitched and whiny, and you sigh, tempted to rub your temples as you go to the location of the last item on your list.

"I'll stay with you on the phone, okay? Just don't hang up on me. I want to hear your voice, baby." Seokmin's in his whiny mode, but you sigh nevertheless, agreeing as Seokmin now has a smile in his voice. "Tell me how your day has been."

Listening to Seokmin's words like he's the mature one here, you tell him about your day, detailing everything that went on from beginning to end. Seokmin listened intently, adding comments when he wanted to and complimenting you for how you handled certain situations.

"Well, I've got to check out our groceries now," You sigh, pulling your cart into a checkout aisle. "Do you really have to go now, though?" Seokmin was still persistent—it didn't even really annoy you anymore, you were just so surprised he missed you this bad.

"Seokmin, yes, I do. Call me in five minutes, okay? I'll answer," you promise him. Seokmin falls quiet on the other side of the phone, obviously thinking about the promise you just made to him.

"You better answer. I'm serious." Seokmin's voice is devoid of emotion, highlighting his seriousness. You smile and say goodbye, but it takes about ten extra minutes because Seokmin insists on using every pet name in the book before finally telling you he loves you. Once the call ends, you sigh and begin to quietly unload the cart.

After you finish paying for the goods and take them to the car, your phone buzzes in your pocket, and you pick it up, unsurprised that he was there and waiting for you.

"You're a diligent boyfriend, aren't you?" You chuckle, bundled up as you stuff yourself in three jackets and walk to your car with a wet nose and awful cough.

"The very best," Seokmin's voice is soft and sweet, and you giggle at his words, finishing your load up as you crank on the engine and start heading out. "I'm on my way home. I'm gonna see you soon," You smile, and Seokmin cheers on the other side of the phone, obviously ready to see you as his voice raises in pitch.

"I can't wait to have you back in my arms, love. I'll leave you alone while driving, okay? Drive well." Seokmin's goodbye makes your heart flutter, and you speed down the street, ready to give yourself to a selfless boyfriend like he was.

You felt on cloud nine when Seokmin hung up, and you sped down the road even faster, ready to soothe all of your sweet boyfriend's clingy worries and concerns.

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[birrdies]

dead; by birrdie 14.9k, 1 chapter (complete*)

[beguilingcorpse]

baby, i'm a giver

E | 3.7k | Pyrrha Dve/Cristabel Oct

“Please,” said Cristabel. “I need to blow off steam or I’m going to explode.” “And you’re sure you want me?” “I’m asking, aren’t I?” “We’ve never sparred before.” “First time for everything.” “I might kick your ass, Oct.” She grinned. “I hope so.” In which Pyrrha helps Cristabel work through some things.

this was originally written for the 2024 tlt holiday exchange and i am finally (FINALLY) able to publish it!!! i've been obsessed with the prompt for so long i hope i could do it some justice

[itwoodbeprefect]

you're the only person on my dash who's said anything about the nl govt collapse, I don't know lots about it but I'm curious what the feeling is on the ground chez vous. thoughts? how you feeling election-wise?

ooh! ohoho, that's a fun question right now, thank you!

i don't know how much you know, so apologies if i overexplain, and this also took me MANY DAYS to answer (more important apologies for that) because i immediately started writing too many words. i put most of them under a read more, but they're entirely optional and only there in case anyone would like to. read more, that is.

so, generally, the feeling from all sides is the absolute opposite of surprise. this cabinet sat for 11 months and 1 day after more than seven months of a very unhappy formation, and those 11 months (and 1 day) weren't much happier. this overwhelming lack of surprise comes hilariously paired with the fact that there was absolutely no good reason for the cabinet to fall now (on some level this did come out of the blue), because there was no sudden crisis, nothing new really happened, but wilders (leader of the far-right populist PVV, the biggest party in parliament since the last elections) got antsy and realized that all the things he'd promised (mostly extreme and often impossible anti-immigration measures) were about to fall through again/had already taken far too long (from the pov of his voters. politics takes time, that's how it goes, but he wants things (Far) Right Now), so he more or less made up a list of 10 new demands he wanted the other three coalition parties to sign for, and when they didn't (but told him he could propose those laws and they wouldn't block him, and he might even have their support. they just weren't willing to put their name on a sudden new coalition promise), he sort of overnight decided to pretend that this was THE line in the sand, and he couldn't stand for this any longer, and he HAD to let the government fall for the good of the country, i guess. the idea behind this is that if he's the one to pull his support for the coalition he can pretend he's been trying soooo hard to get something done but everyone just kept working against him (say "awww" please), and at the same time it puts immigration at the center of the next half year-ish of campaigns because that's the Big Issue this government fell over.

now. after the PVV bailed, the other three coalition parties could technically have decided to make a go of it as a minority government, but this was a doomed marriage right from the start and there was exactly zero will to continue from any side, and the opposition was also immediately calling for elections, so that's what's happening. summer is coming up, so the date has been set for late october, and i don't love that (i'd rather have them sooner, honestly), but i DO like the prospect of an election. in hindsight the conditions were perfect last time for a right wing... well, not quite sweep (there are 15 different parties in parliament right now. not much about dutch politics is ever sweeping), but they definitely blew up more than predicted, and i harbor a faint sliver of very guarded hope that results in the next election will be, like, maybe a few seats less doom and despair inducing. things won't be fixed suddenly, the PVV will continue to exist and get a large share of the votes (as will several other right-wing parties), but chances are... not huge? that they'll manage another entirely right-wing government (and you could debate if that's what this one was, but we'd be splitting hairs). there were a few voices from the right after the cabinet fell lamenting that wilders had wasted the potential of this wonderful first-of-a-kind truly fully right-wing government, and they're not wrong but it's also wishful thinking (this cabinet was never going to get anything done. for so many reasons), and obviously my feelings on it are more along the lines of yay! hooray!

so it's, like. it makes me nervous, because everything about politics does, currently. but at least it probably fingers crossed most likely won't get worse (it could! it can! there's plenty of room for things to be worse over here! i just mean that it currently doesn't seem very likely), so any chance of it getting slightly better (and not having to watch the PVV minister for immigration on the evening news every other night because she said some new wildly nauseating thing while smiling) is one i'll take.

also, it's just fun to witness the mess right now. sometimes it's the little things in life that bring one joy. <3

point in case, all i keep seeing in my head is this, from the national evening news on the night of the collapse:

this is the leader of the one of the coalition parties (NSC) responding right after the news broke, but she's standing next to a racist cartoon (it's part of a series of islamophobic... jokes? because she's in the hall near the PVV offices, a bastion of free speech. and islamophobia), but the text is so close to unreadable that really she's just. earnestly trying to do politics next to a picture of hole. there are no two ways around it that's just. it's just a drawing of an anus. with an arrow pointed at it.

which is a terrible place to put yourself if you want to be taken seriously! < the only words really needed to describe anything any of the non-PVV political parties in the coalition have done over the past year and a half.

the above also forced me to relearn that the public broadcast livestream doesn't allow screenshots, so i had to skip back and get out my phone and take a picture of my laptop screen, like a caveman. oh, the times we're in.

as promised, the entirely optional MANY MORE words for context on why i am (very very cautiously, a tiny little bit) optimistic about new elections under the cut:

okay, so the now ex-coalition had these players:

PVV (party for freedom), far right nationalist-populists under geert wilders. received the largest share of the votes. (note: by no means a majority of the votes, just the largest share in a very fractured landscape.) wilders wanted to be prime minister, and the largest party generally gets to supply one, but the other parties blocked him ("normal" political parties, generally, do not like wilders, and do not want him to represent this country), which is how we ended up with prime minister schoof (not from the PVV. a guy nobody knew, so nobody had any objections to him) heading a cabinet to which wilders kept playing opposition even though HIS party was in it. the PVV is genuinely awful and deeply racist, and they will dabble in a little great replacement propaganda (there was a minister who tried not to denounce something she'd said about this in the past, and then eventually did anyway so she could get the job. very believable), but they're a little too grounded to go full on Q Anon. (that's the domain of FVD, who had their moment but are now mostly irrelevant because of how deeply their leader got drawn into the conspiracy spiral. you can forget about the FVD now, they won't be important.)

VVD, mainstream right/center-right party (the liberals, but in a political context where that puts them firmly on the right), who were the largest party for a decade and a half until the last elections. i don't agree with them, i would never ever vote for them, they've done a lot of things wrong and left a legacy of problems they created and never solved, but under mark rutte (during that decade and a half) they were a very stabilizing force, so at least there was that. rutte left to become secretary general of NATO prior to the last elections (which meant we were finally rid of him), and the VVD is now headed by dilan yeşilgöz, who has been pushing them farther right to keep up with the PVV. they're not insane (currently), and they can be reasoned with, but they will really try to give tax cuts to the rich.

NSC (new social contract), a party quite literally so new that it didn't exist before the previous elections, and which won a stupid number of votes considering it wasn't entirely clear what they stood for. they positioned themselves as the party that cares about the constitution, and during the coalition forming process they kept asking concerned questions about the constitutionality of the PVV's proposals, and then they joined this coalition anyway. their leader and THE guy everyone was voting for the NSC for, pieter omtzigt, has been in a constant struggle with burnout and has now (probably?) left national politics for good (after leaving and coming back and leaving and coming back). things do not look good for the NSC.

BBB, the farmer's party. those words may sound sympathetic at first glance, but in reality they're a right-wing mostly single-issue party concerned with farmer's rights in a way that means they're very against, uh. nature. or animal rights. or doing anything to prevent climate change. this may not sound like an obvious party to draw votes, but for a tiny overpopulated country the netherlands does far more farming than you might think. they're a relatively new party but they have a strong core base of supporters.

genuinely, i think what this lineup really says about voters is that (like in so many places around the world) they want the government to take care of people, they want to feel supported, they want everything the left wants, but they keep trying to find it in right-wing parties, several of which have no clue what they're doing beyond shouting things that sound good and/or easy. out of these three only the VVD had any experience whatsoever at governing a country, the NSC barely existed yet, the BBB only really cares about one thing, and the PVV is great at playing opposition but you can't have it both ways. this was never going to work, and everyone knew it, even the people in these parties who were pretending that they might get something done.

now. when discussing him in an international context wilders frequently gets called the dutch trump, and i get why, and it's a decent enough shorthand, and they do align in being destructive unbearable racist anti-immigration populist right-wingers, but it's also, just. not really true at all. wilders has a firm grip on the PVV because he built it, and while trump is an idiot (a dangerous one! a powerful one! but an idiot), wilders is not, and he's been in politics since 1990, and in national politics as the head of his PVV since 2004. he's been here, spewing versions of the shit he's spewing now, and right now he's riding the wave.

and crucially, wilders doesn't get compared to trump a lot in his own country. that's not a thing in the mainstream dutch discourse around him, so the mess trump is currently making of the US doesn't stick to wilders in the way it seemed to haunt the right wing in the recent canadian and australian elections, and unless someone's campaign strategy changes that i don't think that will have much of an impact here.

also: it's important to note that the PVV is definitely a right-wing party, but it's not always that simple and they are, on a technical level, left on some social issues. they want to lower the cost of healthcare insurance (which is mandatory over here. everyone has it, but even so not all insurance is equal, and it's pricey), they were trying to push a rent freeze before the government collapsed (and their proposal was shoddy and about to get struck down, but in theory this could have been a good thing). and these kinds of things sound nice! it's just that wilders wants them for white people, and preferably no one else - but they have and will make people vote for him (sometimes without thinking too much about the racism), because he presents himself as a man who will say what no one else is saying AND cares about the cost of your groceries. during a debate in the runup to the last elections there was a confrontation between wilders and the leader of two left-wing parties which recently joined forces (GL-PvdA, THE mainstream left right now. we'll get to them), in which they were essentially saying they had the same stance on lowering healthcare insurance costs, but wilders was promising radical (impossible) change and the GL-PvdA leader was presenting an actual, reasoned, potentially workable plan that involved several steps. wilders came out on top in this debate even though he absolutely shouldn't have (and later, after the elections, he would shift to more or less parroting the GL-PvdA leader's "it's more complicated than that" stance, because it is more complicated than that), which is just a distilled version of the problem everywhere right now, i guess, because magical sudden solutions sound more attractive upfront than reality, and only certain people are willing to tell those pretty lies.

and finally, while he's been around all this time, he and his PVV have never been in government. they got very close once in 2010-2012 during the VVD-led Rutte I cabinet, when they were a kind of semi-part of the coalition (a very culturally dutch construction, in so many ways), but this ended so badly that nobody even wanted to consider working with them since then, not even on the mainstream right. the VVD (and everyone else, but crucially the VVD, who kept getting the lead in coalition talks) had an unofficial boycot in place against working with them, which essentially left them dead in the water - you can vote for the PVV, but you know up front that it's not getting them anything but opposition seats.

which brings me to the thing that happened last time to give the PVV the unexpected boost they got. so, it's 2023, the cabinet led by mark rutte (of the VVD, then the largest party. this was Rutte IV, so his fourth turn as prime minister) toppled over something they called an asylum crisis (so, over immigration). this was mostly the VVD at work, who were hoping to gain votes with their stance on the issues in a next election.

but who is even louder and meaner about immigration than the VVD? the PVV! so wilders was doing alright anyway, this was perfect for him (adding some to the incremental growth of the far right he could have counted on anyway), but then rutte (finally) left dutch politics, and the VVD leadership was passed to yeşilgöz. yeşilgöz, in an attempt to show that she's doing "new" and "different" politics (a lot of people had gotten tired of mark rutte) and also to appease PVV voters, says that she doesn't rule out working with anyone, even the PVV.

this, now, suddenly meant the PVV was a viable option again. instead of drawing votes for the VVD because they're so cool and chill and also totally tough on immigration, it had the opposite effect of drawing votes for the PVV because they're a Real Political Party! so they more than doubled their seats, going over what they were projected to get in votes, and getting easily their highest number of votes ever. the VVD meanwhile did worse than expected (they had been going strong for the previous 15 years, after all) and then suddenly yeşilgöz had to backpaddle and announce that she wouldn't stand for a prime minister wilders, which is how we wound up with a very odd situation in which wilders (annoyed) kept attacking a guy HE put in the prime minister seat.

so looking ahead now, for these next elections wilders is 100% hoping to somehow get another shot at being prime minister. he wants to grow the PVV even further, but looking at current polling numbers (which mean nothing yet. but are nonetheless all we have) that wouldn't be happening. they'd still come out as the biggest, but they might lose a few seats, and that's not getting wilders in a better spot than where he was. also, while he was of course trying to present as reasonable during the coalition talks, he showed his true (entirely known and expected) colors later on, so whatever his voters or the general population may think, politicians from other parties are supremely annoyed with him (once again).

(important bleak sidenote: this could also be what wilders wants. either he wins more seats, and then they Have to take him seriously and let him be prime minister, or he doesn't, and then he doesn't get to be a part of the next government, and he gets to go back to yelling very loudly about everything everyone else is doing wrong, which is his strong suit anyway. there are no real bad outcomes for him here, probably. that's the bad news (for everyone else).)

meanwhile the VVD would maybe gain some in new elections right now, maybe stay where they are; BBB would shrink a bit (but they're nowhere near those other two in size anyway), and the NSC, crucially, would essentially disappear off the map. this has happened before - something new pops up, dutch voters flock to it in hopes of positive change, nothing really changes and they all flock to the next newest thing/return to more well-known lettersoup acronyms - and it will probably happen again. many NSC voters came from the CDA, the christian democrats, a conservative but centrist party. the CDA had an extremely deep low point in the last elections (omtzigt, who started the NSC, came from CDA, and a lot of CDA voters had also hopped over to BBB already. CDA used to be big, but this was a gradual process of erosion over many elections), and came out with only 5 seats, but they're still a well-known name and i (and current polls) expect them to do much better this time. many former NSC voters will probably go back to CDA. which could be good? at the very least, the CDA is established and, like, knows who they are.

but! i also honestly think the NSC looked more left-leaning to many voters than it was, due to omtzigt's reputation as Man Who Stands Up For The Little Guy (there's a particular political scandal around welfare benefits he had a hand in uncovering that earned him this reputation, which gained him a lot of goodwill. but i think what he really stood for is transparency, not progressive social politics), so who knows, a few of those NSC votes could land left of center, IF the left plays their cards right.

and, okay, the left. there are plenty of parties on the left, of many types, but the most interesting development and by far the biggest and most relevant player on the left right now is the GL-PvdA united left. GL (groenlinks) is the green left, which is what you would expect it to be, and they've never been huge nationally but they're growing. this is where my vote usually lands. PvdA is the labour party, and they have a very long history and traditionally used to draw in a major share of votes (we had a PvdA prime minister when i was born. take me back), but in the last two elections which they took part in on their own they did very badly (like, they lost 29 seats between 2012 and 2017, and then never gained any since, leaving them in single digits. because, and this is a fun one, they were in a deeply ill-advised coalition with the VVD, and none of their voters liked that), and then in 2023 GL and PvdA (both small but present, and neither of them actually tiny) joined forces, and lured frans timmermans back from european politics. he was already a well-known face, and he's strong in this position and i like him and he's saying the right things (we have to stop moving to the right - we have to make center parties want to lean into the left instead), though it does have to be said that he's not very exciting. in an ideal situation, some fresh young face would suddenly rise up through the ranks in one of these parties, but until that happens timmermans will do - and these two parties together DID pull votes in the last election. polls currently have them growing a bit, keeping ahead of the VVD even. because, okay. numbers.

there are currently 15 different parties with at least one seat in parliament (de tweede kamer. which only has 150 seats), and that's not counting parties that were on the voting ticket but didn't make the cut (enough votes for at least 1 seat. so, the lowest cut-off point possible without chopping people in half), so there's plenty to choose! the PVV may be the largest right now, but they still have only 37 seats out of 150 total, which is a fuckton (and 20 more than they had pre-2023) but also, importantly, still MILES from achieving a majority and letting them just fuck around and do whatever they want. that's what wilders would want, obviously, but it's just not how dutch politics works, because there has never been a government in my lifetime (or my dad's, for that matter) that wasn't a complicated union of at least two, far more typically three or four different parties in order to actually get the seats for a majority in parliament. this is a good thing! one could argue there are currently far too many tiny parties active in the dutch political landscape, and one would not be entirely wrong, but i would still rather have this splintering than a consolidation into a political system with only two real options (i'm not naming any names, US americans, don't worry).

so in actual numbers: out of the 150 total the VVD holds 24 seats currently, NSC 20, and BBB 7. (before the PVV left, the coalition had 88 seats total, with the remaining 62 split across 11 opposition parties.) but in between the right-wing PVV and VVD, there's GL-PvdA, who received the second largest share of votes and therefore seats, at 25. note that they beat the VVD with this! this was a growth of 8 seats versus GL and PvdA results counted up (because they were still operating independently then) in the elections prior to the last. they were never going to join talks with the PVV (this is ALSO a good thing), for so many reasons, but they are there! these 25 seats were a victory in their own right! D66 is a centrist party that's in fifth spot with 9 seats. the socialist party SP has 5 seats (which may not sound like much, and it isn't, but it's still 5 clearly left wing people in parliament), the PvdD (party for animals), initially a single-issue animal rights party but now a broader, general left and ecological party, has 3 seats. VOLT is a (center-?)left pro-EU party with 2 seats (note that being far right in europe essentially always means being anti-EU). it's hard to say how many seats all left-wing parties hold if you count them up because it's hard to say which parties are the left wing once you get into the weeds (DENK has 2 seats and is pro immigrant minority rights! but terrible on LGBTQ issues), but it's not nothing, and once again, there is so!!! much!!! to choose from!!!

people just need to, like. stop voting against their own interests because some guy yelled the loudest and made the most impossible but pretty claims.

so, in summary: PVV bad. PVV hoping for more growth, but unlikely to get it, which may put them back in opposition seats, which also could be right where they want to be, but at the very least that would mean we wouldn't have the PVV governing the country. it would probably be tough to get a majority government that's entirely left-wing, so i wouldn't hope for that, but the left may do okay in the next elections and GL-PvdA will hopefully remain at least in the top 3 largest parties. the VVD is around, trying to figure things out. there is still, in the middle of all this splintering and shifting towards extremes, something of a political center, which is also good. there are so many parties with so much to lose and often such different interests that the election may be held in late october of 2025, but it would not surprise me (or probably anyone) in the least if we only had an actual new government in summer of 2026 at the earliest.

or an even shorter summary: things bad; things could be worse; i will stubbornly continue to hope for them not to be. fingers crossed emoji, fingers crossed emoji, fingers crossed emoji ten more times.

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a few of the most recent developments because i took so long to get this posted: yeşilgöz announced yesterday that the VVD wouldn't consider working with the PVV again because they were "irresponsible" and "unreliable" from day one. fork found in kitchen, but sometimes it takes two years and a doomed coalition to remember what a fork is, i guess. (sunnier take: at least now we know, and if the VVD sticks to its guns on this, there's a high chance it would get nigh impossible for the PVV to drum up a feasible majority coalition, unless something very weird happens. there are unlikely to be a lot of other big players on the right (especially if the NSC melts like cotton candy being washed by a raccoon), and overall this would point towards a center-right coalition at worst, or possibly something much weirder (left-right cooperation? historically bad for the left, so that's scary, but who knows).)

meanwhile, the remaining coalition parties are squabbling over who gets to fill the empty ministerial seat on immigration (left behind when the PVV exited - all of their ministers left, so those ministries need temporary heads), because all three of them want to be the ones who get to say they're Tough On Immigration, and they're Taking Charge, etcetera. they wouldn't even really have to solve any of the current problems because this cabinet is just sitting it out until there's a new one after the next elections. it's win-win!

also meanwhile (and as an example of why we do need someone in charge, even if just so the press has someone to point their mics at and ask questions), a group of random civilians wearing reflective vests has been flagging down cars along the dutch-german border as "border patrol" (against "illegal" immigrants), which is, of course, a totally normal and chill and not at ALL deeply scary and dangerous thing to be doing, if you are a random person with zero authority whatsoever. wilders is delighted. these people were conducting their checks on the german side of the border at first, until they stopped a car that had german police in it, and the german police went hey! what the fuck! and sent them, in a deeply ironic twist, back over the border where they came from. this would be funny if any of this were funny.

[xxlady-lunaxx]

Can I ask for GenKana fluff?

i beg of you to specify just a bit more

lately, shinobu had noticed a change in kanao. for the most part, she seemed herself. but there were times when she would become inexplicably excited—especially upon receiving letters, ones that were outside of work—and she stayed out longer on her missions. the latter was most peculiar because she had always made a point of being efficient and fast, never dawdling. the fact that she seemed to be deliberately drawing out her time outside was odd. at first, shinobu didn’t dwell on it, having many other, more concerning matters to handle. besides that, she figured she must be pushing kanao too hard. she tried lessening the amount of training she put on the girl’s shoulders, but nothing changed with that. kanao continued arriving without much fatigue and finishing with much progress. after realizing that it wasn’t anything to do with overexertion—to shinobu’s relief—she began go wonder what it was.

kanao wasn’t one to do anything for fun, never doing much for her own sake. she wasn’t the type to choose to do something for her own pleasure, having never made much use of emotions. this, of course, was always kanae and shinobu’s main concern about her. but it had never caused problems, really. it was just the question of if it was really good for her. she did seem well, at least, and after a little conversation, they had left it at that.

it wasn’t as if they didn’t encourage her to go out for fun. they really did. aoi also made an effort to take more work in her own hands to give kanao an opportunity to eat out or see a friend, or whatever caught her interest. but she had never done much. she ate out only when they suggested, and only because she had seen it as more of a command. she had hung out with people as if she were playing some follow-the-leader game, trotting behind them and doing as they said. so it didn’t take long for shinobu to rule out the possibility that kanao was sneaking away for something along those lines. but she could think of little kanao would be doing. unless she was staying out long to help the kakushi—which she wasn’t; shinobu had verified with them—then there wasn’t anything else to cross off. eventually, she decided to just ask. kanao would answer either way—she always answered truthfully, having little opinion about what she would or wouldn’t share unless she was told to keep a secret. in that case, shinobu would have to just let the subject go. it wasn’t hurting kanao, that much she could tell.

but she did venture to ask after a while. it was less from worry and more to soothe her mild interest. kanao was more or less an open book, so the little shinobu didn’t know was always something she was curious about. which didn’t happen often—only adding to the possibility that this could become something��� fascinating.

after she had cleared out her schedule, shinobu took kanao aside for a quick question. she had meant to ask only about her little detours after mission, anticipating a simple response. instead, she got a fidgety, pink kanao who would not meet her eyes. as was mentioned before, kanao was an open book. the minimal emotion she allowed herself was displayed as if she were writing it down. immediately, shinobu’s interest was peaked. she calmly coaxed an answer out of kanao and, after a little reluctance, kanao told her that she was meeting up with someone, occasionally.

shinobu’s first reaction was the ring alarm bells everywhere, her concern spiking. but at kanao’s shy, more or less embarrassed state rather than guilty or… hurt, shinobu willed herself to relax. she asked about the said person, only to get incoherent mumbling of terrible attempts at a subject change. really, she found this all very much adorable. but she had grown to see kanao as she was sure kanae had felt for shinobu, so she fretted slightly, trying to stress the topic. to no avail.

curiosity ever renewed, shinobu let her off. instead, she went to aoi, inquiring about this secret person. aoi did an excellent job at avoiding the questions to the point shinobu nearly fell for it—had she not noticed the anxious flick of the guilty blue eyes. she sighed, knowing full well aoi wouldn’t betray kanao’s apparent trust in her not to say anything, and dropped the conversation. she opted instead to figure out who it was without anyone telling her.

for the next few weeks, she would watch kanao in what she hoped appeared to be more of one a mentor might to her student. she scrutinized her, watching and catching on to the more extreme reactions. she got nothing, however, and began to think she should try asking again. kanao would spill eventually if she pushed enough. she let it go for the time being, however, deciding that if kanao was happy with this then so be it. aoi would’ve said something if it were a subject of concern—and since she’d skillfully skirted around saying anything, there must not be room for worry.

the answer came by itself, however, nearly a month after shinobu’s discovery. surprisingly, it didn’t come with kanao. kanao was on a mission when a new group of injured slayers arrived. along with the very person shinobu had unknowingly sought for.

she recognized them, especially one who had caused much trouble for the hashira. tanjiro, a boy with blond and orange hair, a boy with a boar mask, a boy with a mohawk whom she placed as the slayer gyomei had taken in, and a man who she knew only by face had traipsed in. they seemed tired but quite lively, all of them introducing themselves at shinobu’s appearance. the blond boy was zenitsu, the boar mask was inosuke, gyomei’s… not exactly tsugoku was genya, and the last one was murata—who had apparently come by himself but had been dragged into the group by tanjiro.

they were a noisy bunch, chattering even as shinobu and aoi tried to shush them while cleaning them up. murata seemed absolutely terrified of shinobu, so aoi ended up tending to him. then they had split the group up—aoi with murata and tanjiro, shinobu with zenitsu, genya, and inosuke. after much trouble, they got them to settle down and rest. genya, whom had been possibly the least hurt, stayed awake, shifting on his cot. when shinobu passed him, going to throw away some muddied bandages, he spoke up. he was very hesitant about his question, averting his eyes as he asked for… kanao.

the first thought that came to mind was, ‘would you look at that?’ but shinobu simply smiled, shaking her head. if her assumption was correct, this was the mysterious person kanao was meeting. if she was incorrect and genya had some other reason to be asking for her, then shinobu should probably just give up and stop being so paranoid about it. she explained that kanao was off on a mission but should be coming back soon. then she left, forming a little plan in her head.

when kanao came back—on time, today—shinobu mentioned tanjiro, the boy kanao had reported to have almost killed his somewhat subdued demon sister, arriving here. she added, briefly, that his group had been much disruptive and if they were to be causing too much trouble, kanao should make sure to tell her or aoi to stop them. then she listed the names, as if on a whim. the reaction was instantaneous. kanao seemed to light up at genya’s name, standing up straight. shinobu told her, almost like a memory had hit her, that genya had asked for kanao. she had barely told kanao the room number when kanao left, making a beeline towards the room.

so it was genya, then? shinobu hummed, idly following kanao’s footsteps. she made a point of keeping her own steps quiet, stopping before she truly got there and peeking into the room. kanao was perched on genya’s cot, the two murmuring something out of earshot. shinobu smiled. genya was a good kid, she knew that—she had heard plenty of his maturing from gyomei. as much as sanemi—whom was definitely his brother—said otherwise, she had no doubt that he’d treat kanao just fine. also, aoi most likely knew him—being around his age—and she was a good judge of character often. especially when it came to kanao.

just as silently as she had arrived, shinobu slipped away, making for her office. she’d let kanao’s rendezvous continue as long as she didn’t let them get in the way of work. but, honestly, she was just glad genya was able to change her for the better. years ago, when kanae had told her that some boy would sidle into her heart and initiate her ability to be herself, she hadn’t been quick to accept it. but then again, kanae seemed to be right about many things. and this was certainly one of them.

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Day 4: Reunion - Two lifetimes of Qiaohua and Ai Chang

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2000 years ago a girl and a fox become dear friends.

2000 years later, the fox welcomes the girl back once again.