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dreamy-selkie · 10 months ago

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Love’s Sweet Words

Synopsis: For Nerida, a second time’s the charm… or is it third? Regardless, today is the day she tells Ernest how she feels- and hopes for the best. AN: Got the motivation to get out of a writer's block, but I didn't realize that this was at least six pages long! But it's worth it,

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The Oldtown Lodge, Nerida had visited this apartment complex frequently since the arrival of her friend and writer, Ernest. Sapphire blues looked to the sign, then down to her hand holding what looked to be a heart knot; slightly old and as she would tell you had seen a heartbreak or two.

The pinkette could hear Arlo's voice ringing in the back of her head, still clear as the day he rejected her; “You're a kind woman Nerida, and I appreciate your honesty, but I am afraid I can't return the feeling. Wait! Promise me you don't throw that heart knot away, and you give it to someone that will love you just as much.”

Then she could hear Owen's words of encouragement; “You'll only end up with regret if you keep holding it off; I hate to see you live with that kind of guilt… You'll do fine, and I'm positive Ernest loves you just as much.”

And finally Amirah's; “I have faith in you Nerida, and if he rejects you come to me- we can have an impromptu girls night out, buuut I have a feeling he won't, call it a hunch.”

With a nod Nerida put away the heart knot in her satchel and, as she let out a deep breath, walked through the door; the bell above chiming its own ‘welcome’. Her fingers instinctively combed through pink locks to ease any upcoming anxiety as she made her way to the first door of the hall, a ball of hesitation finding its way into her gut… ‘No, I have to do this, I HAVE to!’ And just like that, Nerida took her left knuckle to the door and gently knocked on the door.

*knock knock*

Nerida took a step back and adjusted the left side of her fringe as not a second later the door knob began to turn before the door was opened on the other side.

“Oh Nerida, hey! Come on in!” Ernest greeted with a smile, opening the door wide enough to let his florist friend in, “I take it you found some time to drop by?”

“Of course”, Nerida chirped happily as she took a seat on the comfy chair by his desk, the anxiety in her gut quelled for a time being, “you know I always try to find the time to. Unless”, she placed her hand to her chest in a joking gesture as she added in a similar manner, “you’re too busy!”

“Perish the thought!” Ernest returned the humor, which earned a soft chuckle out of her- oh how he wishes he can hear that self same laugh every day. Finally the blonde walked over and rested his forearms on the back of his chair; even now he's still impressed by her handiwork. “So”, he said in amusement, “if I had to make a guess you want to drag me out of my stuffy apartment and out to dinner, how on the dot am I?”

Immediately Nerida could feel her cheeks and ears heat up from the close proximity, long after the two went into what was once Logan's hideout; still she tried to play it cool. “Well, that too.”, she mustered out with a slight stutter.

That sentence caught Ernest's interest, raising a brow as if asking what else.

“Oh, uh…” Her sapphire blues glanced over to the door, unable to keep eye contact- ‘Peach have mercy!’ she mentally cried, “I fixed that tram cart up after the geeglers broke that wire, I was wondering if we can go there and see the sunset.”

“I remember, it was nice of you to do something for Rian and Dan-bi's anniversary.” He remembered overhearing that convo between Arvio and Rian while he was out and about, just happened to heard it all passing by By The Stairs; honestly it's still wild for Ernest to meet someone who is not only a florist, but one who took up being a builder for this dusty old town. Oh right, Nerida's still waiting on an answer; with a smile and nod he answered “Sounds like a good idea, sure.”

Nerida looked back to him, a smile of relief present as she got up with a clap of her hands “Great!”, she chirped happily, “Shall we be off then? I got my pay not long ago, so this is my treat.”.

“Lets.” And with that Ernest followed her out, making sure the door is locked before leaving the lodge. Poor Ernest tried to keep up when Nerida would take shortcuts to get to the Blue Moon Saloon, if he had known better he would have thought she was also a Civil Corps member with how nimble she was. Finally he caught up with his companion to the door, catching his breath as he caught her with an apologetic look. “Next time let's just walk to the tram cart, alright?”

Nerida can give him a soft nod and a ‘yes’ before she opens the door for him, “Gentlemen first?”.

This earned a heart laugh out of Ernest as he shook his head, “You go on ahead, I got the door.” Earning a thank you the blond followed right behind before closing the door and walking over to take a seat right across.

“Well well” Owen walked on over with a knowing grin on his face, “I thought I was going to welcome a nice-looking couple, but imagine my surprise to see it’s only you two.”

“O- Owen, please!” Nerida waved frantically out of embarrassment, her cheeks and ears burning red, earning a hearty laugh out of the Blue Moon Saloon owner; the poor florist hung her head in shame as she mumbled “Telesis please give me strength…”

All the while Ernest got himself a good laugh, he had always thought she was adorable when she got flustered- reminded him of the day the two talked about diamonds and stars, and even now… never once did he think he would find someone that gets his writing like she can.

“Ernest, are you ready to order?”

“Oh?” He gave his pink-haired companion a nod, “Could you order the food today? Sorry, I just had a flash of inspiration.”

“Of course, it’s no trouble at all.” Nerida gave him a reassuring smile as she placed the order but as Owen took down note he mumbled something just loud enough for her to hear, resulting in a flustered face and whining his name; all she could do at this point was watch him chuckle and walk away, briefly sighing in defeat as she looked to Ernest. “So,” she broke the temporary silence, “how’s your article going?”

“It’s a going”, the novelist propped his chin on the palm of his hand, “but at least it gets the bills paid. But enough about me,” his attention became full-on and curious, “I want to know more about you.” The last sentence earned a surprised blink and without skipping a beat replied before she could ask, “I’ve told you a lot about me, and don’t get me wrong- I don’t mind it and you seem like a good listener, but for as long as we known each other I feel like I hardly know anything about you. So, you said you came from Portia right?”

Blindsided by this Nerida obliged as she nodded in response; “Yes, it was built over the ruins of Dubei, though the Church of Light there isn’t as accepting of technology as Sandrock is.” Her gaze went to the table, fidgeting the silverware with her hands, “before they came into Portia our only means of attraction were the ruins and Martha’s Bakery.”

“Really? Just those two?” Seeing her nod gave Ernest quite a culture shock; he was aware that they’re not as advanced as say Vega 5, but he wasn’t aware of the extent of it.

“But-” Nerida interjected quickly, “Thanks to the builder Portia managed to have more attractions, some of them I think you might really like! Maybe one day when I go over there to visit Mom, Alice and Jack, you can come along with me- I, I mean, if you’re fine with it.”

“I would love to, traveling around would also give me some inspiration for any future novels.” Ernest nodded in thanks, reclining against the back of the sofa with crossed arms, “Lets see what else… Oh right”, he leaned forward with interest, “are you, or were you, a part of the Civil Corps? I can’t help but notice how fast and nimble you were when we hung out.”

Silence fell on her, there was an air of hesitation as she looked down once more, “I was.” It was all she could muster out, her hand subconsciously placed onto the black-colored sleeve on her right arm, “but I didn’t make it past graduation.”

Ernest could tell he hit a touchy subject just by the change in her demeanor, the tone of her voice, he couldn't help but feel guilty bringing it up. “Hey, I’m sorry if I brought up something touchy,” the novelist reached out his hand to hers, gently placing his hand on the top of her left like if she were made of porcelain and his voice just as soft, “you can tell me when you’re more comfortable, alright?”. Diamonds and stars, he can see them shine in her eyes as if he was staring at the night sky itself and for a brief moment, between that moment and her eyes softening with a ‘thank you’, he could have sworn his heart skipped a beat.

“Here’s your food.” Owen’s voice cut in, a brow raised as Ernest pulled his hand away in lightning speed and noticing how both their cheeks were a reddish hue.

“S- Sorry, we- uh”, Nerida rubbed her sleeve-covered arm as she couldn’t bring herself to look at either one, “We were just- ha- having a chat.”

“Oh, well don’t mind me- I didn’t interrupt your ‘chat’.” The sly remark earned him a flustered florist calling his name a little too loud, Owen couldn’t help but laugh heartily and patted her shoulder. “Well you two enjoy your meal.’ And with a small wave to Ernest the saloon owner took his leave back to the front.

Nerida couldn’t help but hide her face with her hands, mumbling incoherently from “Am I that obvious?” to “Telesis, please help me get through the day.” and so on and so forth, only side-eyeing Ernest when she heard him chuckle.

“Sorry, sorry”, Ernest chuckled all the while getting his fork for a slice of cold cactus, “Come on, the sooner we eat the sooner we get to the tram cart.” The small reassurance earned him a nod; had Nerida always been this cute when flustered?

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“Come on Ernest, we’ll lose sunlight!” Nerida waved to Ernest from up the stone-carved steps, once again having to sprint up them and leaving him behind; she only realized it when the novelist looked out of breath from playing catch-up. “Oh, s- sorry, I forgot I was supposed to not leave you behind again.”

“No- No it’s fine”, The blonde let out a chuckle as he straightened himself out, “I’ve been needing to do some exercise anyway, something to do with writer’s block and all.” The duo resumed, this time Nerida keeping her pace slow enough for him to keep track until they arrived at their destination, his greenish-colored eyes examining the wire that was fixed up after the Geegler attack. “For someone who’s been a builder for not even a year, you did quite a good job.”

“Ah, Thank you.” Nerida couldn’t help but feel a little proud as Ernest hopped on, “I made sure that the wire wouldn’t break on Rian and Dan-bi, I don’t know what I would do with myself otherwise.” She took note of Ernest offering his hand to help her hop on, accepting it with a pink hue on her cheeks that could rival the color of her hair.

“But it paid off in the end, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, yeah it did.”

The tram soon began to move along the wire, only to stop at a certain spot for the two looked over the side as the sun began to set; the view looked like a painting coming to life- hues of reds and gold radiating with streaks of purple to encapsulate the coming of nightfall, the sun looking like it was ready to welcome a sleepful night when it slowly reach to the outline.

“Oh wow…” Nerida whispered, her eyes fixated on the view and yet- almost could not bring herself to blink away, “What a view, this must be what they must have seen, too.”

“Yeah,” Ernest’s reply was just as awed as hers, yet he was unaware of his pink-haired companion looking over at him, “I’m not going to lie, this is giving me an idea for my novel.”

While Ernest mulled over an idea for his book, Nerida was just as entranced with how the light of the sun silhouetted his outline- almost as if he was radiating that glow himself. ‘Oh right!’ she nearly forgot the one reason why she brought him here to begin with; putting her arms behind her back as she fetched her heart knot from the satchel, it’s now or never. Already Nerida could feel her anxiety creeping in, possible good and worse scenarios playing in the back of her mind as she gulped. “Ernest?”

“Yeah?” As he turned his head to her he could tell something was off; hands behind her back and averting his gaze- he was starting to worry if she’s feeling sick. Before he could ask however, she cut him off:

“Could you… hold out your hand please?”

His hand? What for? He obliged anyways, holding out his right hand as Nerida quickly placed the last thing he would expect; a heart knot- a little old and worn out, how long had she been holding onto this for? Words left him as he looked between her and the gift in his hand. Was this her plan all this time? “Wait, does- does this mean you like me?”

Finally Nerida glanced at him, cheeks as flushed red as it could, as she smiled and replied, “I’ve always have.” Her hands collapsed onto each other as she waited for a response, by then the tram began to move again but her mind was too distracted by the ever-growing anxiety the longer Ernest took to respond; the color on her face growing paler and paler while mentally trying to find any and every excuse she could think of. “Y- You don’t have to say yes or no right now” she stuttered, “I- I mean I won’t cry if you say no.”, then lied, “ah- That- that is to say–”

“In my travels, even in all my stories,” Ernest held the heart knot against him, his voice mixed with relief and elate, “this is the luckiest tale I’ve encountered.”. Finally his gaze met hers, immediately he could tell she was trying to understand what he meant, “What I meant to say is, I love you too!” His smile turned to concern as he saw tears pricking out of her eyes, and quickly pocketed away the heart knot. “H- Hey, it’s okay- I didn’t mean to make you upset I–”

“N- No, it’s not you,” Nerida cut him off, her hands trying to dry away the tears as the tram came to a halt near the end of the line, “It’s just- I was scared of messing up again, that you would say no, too. But I’m just”, she didn’t mean to pour her heart out but she was just as relieved that everything on her mind became unfiltered, “I’m happy.” Without second thoughts she embraced him unaware of how tight her hug was, “Thank you… thank you…!”

At first Ernest was stunned and the sudden hug was enough to snap him back, however he let out a sigh and returned the gesture as he comforted the sobbing woman; not paying mind to the tram delivering them to the other side, this time as a couple.

#writing tag #mtas ernest #my time at sandrock #mtas fanfic

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the-new-pokespe-futures · 2 years ago

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Vs Imposter (The Return)

Ok, now that I FINALLY got some lore out 😅, I think it’s time to start the prologue. (Also, don’t worry, Now as you can tell, I choose to began with Vs Imposter as it’s the mod to be released in 2023 as far as I can tell plus, it received a HUGE Glow-up in V4 and heck V5 is coming. However, these songs will be from Vs Imposter but they’re human mod V2 and that hasn’t been released so I probably may skip this story. But without further ado, let’s begin with the prologue:

Prologue (Tutorial)

Wally is shown in his room resting after a tiring day of practicing Pokémon battling against Sapphire, “Jeez, that battle was tough, I really wish I could take my mind of something.” Soon, he remembered his decade long adventure/disappearance in other timelines and yet, no matter how thrilling but terrifying it was, it never ceased his boredom. Soon, he remembered a certain coordinator from that timeline who traveled with him during his misadventures and how she always supported him no matter how dire the situation is. So, just for nostalgia he decided to call her via Pokégear:

Wally: Hey, it’s me, hope you’re doing fine and I didn’t call at a bad time.

?????: No, no it’s fine don’t worry 😉

Wally: Alright then, remember our decade long adventures?

?????: Yeah?

Wally: I kinda miss it, but could you do me a favor?

?????: Sure! What favor?

Wally: C-Could you sing with me? I haven’t sung in a long time and I need to make sure m-my vocals aren’t rusty, in case they came back again.

?????: Alright then, since I’m free now.

Wally: Thanks Lisia, you’re the best!

Insert: Tutorial EX (from Bob & Bosip mod) (I couldn’t think of lyrics so if you can add lyrics, I’d gladly appreciate it)

Wally: Wow! That was really refreshing, thanks Lisia!

Lisia: You’re welcome, oh geez it’s getting late, I guess I’ll go now, bye Wally!

Wally: Bye!

And with that, Wally puts down his Pokégear— wait a minute, why did it shut down? Wally was sure that he didn’t off it yet. But his question was soon answered as a voice rang out from the device. Much to Wally’s horror he knew who this was,

“YOU’RE A PERSISTENT LITTLE SHRIMP AREN’T YOU?” Wally sweat dropped at the message,

“WELL THEN……..”, a loud static scream sounded out causing Wally to drop the Pokégear,

“LET’S HAVE A LITTLE REMATCH SHALL WE? IN ONE WEEK, IN YOUR LITTLE SINGING CONTEST OF YOURS……..” that caused Wally to sweat profusely from the head.

“Wally? Are you Ok? Did something happen?” Wally jumped from the voice and calmed down when he realized that it’s just Ruby.

“E-E-Everything’s f-fine Ruby, nothing to worry about!” Wally tried his best to stay calm, even though Ruby doubted his word, he decided to let it go. Turns out, he came to Wally’s house to give him the tickets to the contest, however, Wally didn’t seem to be excited but rather, slightly disappointed? Must be seeing things, it was getting late after all, soon Ruby left the house. Once everyone was asleep, Wally adjusted his voice collar, reached into his cupboard and pulled out a microphone. It was no ordinary microphone, having strapped to some device which could extend the end using a cord functioning as a weapon, but it was also precious gift from his lover. (Remember, Wally’s older than Red, Green and Blue by 5 years in this Au despite being biologically 10) Grabbing his hoodie which had gotten dusty but was was settled easily, lastly, he adjusted his hair clip which was a parting gift as a talisman for protection and good luck. Sighing to himself before drifting off to sleep, microphone in hand , it looks like he has to rap once again against his opponents. Only one thing is on his mind: Let’s get freaky on a Friday night, once again………

Upcoming: (Once Vs Imposter but they’re human V2 is released)

Week 1: Pallet Problems

Week 2: Coporational Madness

Week 3: Contestal Atrocities

????????

What’s coming next? Stay tuned……..

Now, I probably won’t be touching on this Au for some time until the mod gets released, but I will cover some side stories which happened in this Au and I also want to cover some of my other Aus as well. I hope y’all are Ok with this

#poké night funkin #fnf au #rival wally #fnf #pokémon adventures #pokemon adventures manga #Ruby (Pokespe)#pokespe

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shimmerbeasts · 11 months ago

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The bowl with sardines in gravy had been an attempt to get Silco to have some lunch. Judging by the fish with the two measly bites in it, it had not really succeeded in its purpose. But hey, maybe the thought counted. If Jinx were honest, Jericho's meals tasted best when they were warm, if not piping hot. Not this ludicrous pile of cold clumps.

As Jinx picked out a still intact sardine and pulled it out of the bowl, her gaze followed Silco's to see what had caught his attention and caused his brief sneer. On the ground level, she could make out Ran and a few of the gang members. Dustin came leaping at them from the side, giggling and babbling as Ran raised their metal hand and put him off.

Jinx's sapphire-blue gaze laser-focused on that same hand. Was it even a hand? Wasn't it still nothing but a bloodied stomp, clasped around by a hand as a body writhed on the floor?

"My hand... my hand... my hand..."

Ran's voice had been strained back then, raspy from pain, and yet, despite its hoarseness, it had been so very loud. Jinx's stomach knotted. Her body turned rigid. No, she was trashing, wasn't she? Surely, she must be trashing right now? Even with Sevika holding her back.

"I didn't mean to! It was an accident!"

Was she holding the device in her hands or was that the misfired Chomper, metal casing ripped open and ashen, yet oh, so bloody at the same time?

"Calm yourself. You are freaking everyone out!"

"That child should have never been sent into battle!"

The world felt muffled. Jinx's ears rang and her throat was gummy. She almost dropped the slippery fish on the desk. As Silco turned around, his infected, fiery orange eye was covered by a purple X. Jinx didn't even register him extinguishing his cigar and sitting down. Only when her father spoke, did it feel like reality came crashing back in like a broken mirror.

"Show me."

The cadenza was calm and orderly. He may as well have told that brutish bear Sevika to cut somebody down. Jinx involuntarily shifted around on her spot to risk the urge to jump startled like a cat when confronted with a cucumber.

"You didn't pay attention. He's gonna notice", Mylo sneered to her left, causing Jinx to kick harshly against the desk as if that action could shut him up.

"Right!", Jinx said, "Just a moment, please!"

Fury at her own shortcoming, no matter how brief it was, was etched into her facial features. Jinx clamped her teeth around the tail of the sardine to keep it out of the way. She put the miniature bear trap on the desk and forced its jaws open after some effort. Dangling the sardine precariously over the open maw, Jinx let go of both items at the same time.

KA-TSHACK!

The bear trap snapped shut around the sardine. They could hear a horrific squelching noise as iron teeth burrowed themselves into the fish's flesh, ripping through its scales. Blood sprinkled against Jinx's cheek and some drops landed on the desk. She raised her pointing fingers in a silent demand to wait as she wasn't done. Jinx picked up the impaled fish in one hand and grabbed the bear trap with the other. Pulling backwards as tightly as she could manage, Jinx finally yanked the fanged maw away from the fish.

As she did so, the beartrap ripped out a massive chunk of meat, almost costing the fish its innards. Blood splattered on the desk and sullied some of the papers. Jinx's sapphire-blue eyes glowed in wild recognition, joy and ecstasy. Her plan worked exactly as she had intended for it. Grinning manically, she placed the mutilated fish into Silco's hand, so he could examine the gruesome work.

Excitedly, Jinx recounted: "Remember how there is that tiny window from when I pull the pin of my Chompers to before they go off? Well, I noticed that some of the Firelights actually have fast enough reflexes to pull the Chomper off themselves and throw it away, so it doesn't explode on them. I have been thinking of finding a way, that punishes this. So, I decided to give them better teeth. Bigger and sharper and hooked. If they are now trying to do the whole pulling off, not only does it take longer, but they also risk a fatal injury. Plus if they do not throw the Chomper away fast enough, it blows up their arm. Either way, they have almost no chance of survival. Plus it is horrifying and monstrous and that means it's a good death, right, Papa?"

It was something she had been doing since he could remember. The rafters were her special place, where she could slink away to if she needed a respite from her surroundings. He knew that when she was up there, it was in order to think or to hide. Today, it was to think, preferable to the alternative. He didn't feel like coaxing a wildcat out of his ceiling, right then.

A flash of blue came into his right side periphery, followed by the oh so commonly heard thump of Jinx landing on his desk. He didn't move an inch in reaction, instead keeping his eyes looking out the window in thought. If the papers fell or became disorganized, it was nothing he couldn't have fixed. Taking another drag on his cigar, he listened to her words, an amused smirk just barely gracing his lips as he released a plume of smoke into the air in front of him.

Noting her request, he glanced back over his shoulder quietly, to the bowl of sardines in gravy. It had been an attempt by Thieram to get him to eat, earlier that day. His plan had succeeded in so far as Silco taking two, mildly appetizing bites. After a moment's staring, he brushed his hand across the air to signify he was done with them, turning back to the window. "Anything to increase our odds against those nuisances is a welcomed advance," he encouraged.

On the ground level, he could see a group of his people returning from the job he'd sent them on, led by Ran. Behind her, that snickering fool with the knife came trotting up to wrap his arm around her shoulders. Well, hopefully their jovial nature proved that the job was successful. His lip sneered for a second, then eased back down into a flat line.

He turned to put the cigar out, having had his fill of it for the time being. His gaze finally rested upon her as he set the snuffed cigar back into the ashtray. "Show me," he said in a quiet command, sitting back down and resting his jaw in his hand.

#zaunseye #rp: working beside each other #im gonna show him youll see: jinx interaction #there is a monster inside all of us: silco||in character #Timeskip Verse[Jinx]#things changed since you left: queue #gore cw #mental breakdown cw

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sandsorghum · 3 years ago

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"Fake Dating" With the JJK Crew

Happy april fools!here's the ultimate prank of deceiving your family :p

Maybe you have a family reunion with nosy relatives coming up, or a wedding where having a minus -1 would invite too many of the same questions you're exhausted explaining or providing excuses for.

So, you resort to asking a massive favour of them; Will you be my pretend boy/girlfriend?

Here's how they'd react - and act! Listed in order of who is most to least enthusiastic about accepting your pitch:

How they respond to your request

Honestly when you brought the event up the the plan hadn't even popped into your head, Satoru was the one to suggest it

You'd just mentioned it as a casual topic of conversation, scrolling through your phone, shopping for shoes to match your outfit

"Yeah, I have this wedding next month and I still need-"

"A plus one? Count me in! Text me the date and time."

You laugh it off as another one of his jokes of course

but this is exactly the kind of opportunity for shenanigans Satoru won't give up

so he keeps badgering you for the details over the week, till you finally give in

if nothing else, he'd provide some entertainment right?

What's the worse that could happen? Oh boy...

Their performance

"Really Satoru? Was the helicopter actually necessary?"

"Absolutely!"

"Half the tables had to pick sand out of their salads."

"Tsk, catering didn't do a good job cleaning the kale leaves then."

Naturally Gojo pulls out all the stops, not knowing his limits

It works though, your relatives are super impressed with his grand entrance on the beach

Maybe he did need such an ostentatious mode of transport, since he's delivering close to 50 things on the couple's registry, and some other stuff not on the list he figures newlyweds could use

(The 4 poster bed will get here later, he tells the baffled bride)

And because it's Satoru, he's not content to settle for a simple story of how you met through work

No, it has to be a convoluted plot of corporate espionage, rivaling tycoons and you caught in the middle of it all

It's too outlandish, but he sells it with his azure, glinting eyes and in his powder-blue velvet Versace suit

"It's gotta be so bizarre they have no choice but to believe it!"

People are too enchanted to really pay any attention to the details

And hey, maybe you're an accomplice with the sapphires dripping around your neck, those he insisted on decking you out with, telling you they were specially pulled from his family vaults

The jewelry doesn't dazzle half as much as him though, obviously

The bridesmaids (and some of the groomsmen too) are swooning and swarming all over Satoru, causing you to roll your eyes at how predictable he's being, with those half slid-down sunglasses

You are surprised by the bouquet that drops into your lap suddenly, having refused to participate in the rush - even out of obligatory observations of the custom.

But in the corner of your eye you'd spotted a fleck of white, long-limbed and triumphant amongst the tittering, applauding women

"What are you doing? I will kneecap you if you keep these antics up" you hiss, seeing him start to bend down. "Today of all days, she'll slaughter me if you try to steal her thund-"

"Relax, princess. Ya know I don't get the whole craze of monogamy"

Your gaze drifts to the gaggle of giggling women peeking at him from behind a palm tree. Probably ogling his ass as he intentionally dawdles over his laces.

"Evidently. Better not to keep your harem waiting then." You tilt the stem of your wine glass back. A 2014 Sauvignon Blanc, dryer than it is sweet. Your lips purse.

Satoru smirks, standing up to pluck a single hyacinth blossom from the bouquet. You don't know which you're more startled by, the plush of its petals whispering by the shell of your ear, or the brief tenderness of his touch as he tucks a wisp of your hair behind the flower, lush and verdant.

"Just as I thought," Satoru muses, "Blue suits you much better than green."

How they respond to your request

Was pretty surprised (and flattered!) that you'd ask him

but he's a little worried cause he doesn't have the best poker face

"You don't really need to lie. Just fall back on our natural chemistry, we're already good friends aren't we?"

Yuji knows that's definitely something he can rely on, but still feels rather nervous when the actual date of the New Year reunion dinner arrives! Hopefully none of your relatives will notice anything awkward about this pretend dynamic...

Their performance

Yuji needn't have worried! Your family loves him

especially your youngest nephews and nieces

They take to him because he doesn't pander and puts up his best fight against them in Mario Kart (even beats them in a few races)

Your aunts adore him because he makes himself so useful in the kitchen, helping them lift all the heavy items and doing the more finicky prep work

In no time at all they've flocked around him in a fuss, getting him to taste sauces and creams and bites of various culinary concoctions

charmingly honest too

"I think it could use a bit more salt!"

I've never had this before so I don't know what it ought to taste like"

"It's still a bit chewy, maybe a couple more minutes? But you're the expert here!"

very good-natured, takes it all in his stride, including all the spoons constantly shoveling food at him

you're finally able to rescue him for a couple of minutes, just long enough to tell him you think he looks cute in that frilly apron

Yuji's bright bashful grin has you wondering if you can compel him to come over to your kitchen next weekend, to test out your aunt's jealously guarded chicken pot pie recipe (that she'd been all too enthusiastic to reveal to him!)

How they respond to your request

Suguru's super amused at how anxious you are when you ask him

Would pretend to mull it over for a few minutes, acting like he needs to be convinced, to see how bad you want him

he's basically fishing for compliments but you list out the reasons for why you think he'll be great at this role anyway

it might almost sound like you're admitting he's your actual type

be careful that he doesn't catch on or he'll tease you relentlessly

Mischief aside, Suguru comes up with the most legitimate backstory and contingencies on how to field suspicious questions

Their performance

It's that languid confidence which convinces practically everyone at the gathering

it's easy and comfortable, how he takes your hand and rubs his thumb along yours, when it seems like no one is watching (though Suguru's observant about the pairs of eyes you don't spot, he tells you Subtlety sells the story all the more)

You wonder if it's almost too easy and comfortable

Especially when one of your nosier cousins abruptly interrogates him about what sparked his attraction to you in the first place, and Suguru is absolutely ready with his reply, tone unwavering

He only pauses slightly as if thinking through his options, before smoothly answering, with the perfect amount of wistful reticence, as if these details are too personal to share:

"Well...it's hard to say, I was kinda spoiled for choice with them."

Suguru's charisma is almost in excess. Now you're worried that no one in your family will believe you landed someone this smooth

Well, smooth apart from the minor hiccup of him deciding to confront one of your uncles about their conspiracy theories

with an even weirder/dumber conspiracy theory

Eg, "You believe the moon landings were faked? Wait - you believe in the moon? You know that's not real, right?"

It's a guilty pleasure, witnessing the way Suguru makes gaslighting this gaping moron an art

You'll find yourself fascinated, entranced like a moth to the flames...

How they respond to your request

It's not one you remember making, entirely

maybe you mentioned it in passing on one of those gin-soaked nights Mei Mei is so fond of

you'd been bemoaning the banality of your online matches and she was surprisingly sympathetic

"When you're so out of everyone's league it hardly makes playing the game any fun. Or worth it."

"Ah well, I think that rather applies more to you Mei, than me. I'm still relatable. Weirdoes still find me approachable, somehow."

Their performance

Exactly how approachable, you find out when she turns up 3 hours before the wedding on your doorstep, dressed like she's attending the Met Gala

She tosses you something sheathed in black satin, the fabric of the protective cover feeling more exquisite and expensive than the combined cost of your whole wardrobe

"Get changed. The make-up artist will be here in five."

You try to protest of course, but this works about just as well when you decline her invitations for a night out on the town. If you don't go to meet her, she brings the bar to you

You're not sure what Mei Mei is planning to unleash on you tonight but the limousine's leather seats feel too good

The bride is beautiful and blessed, even Mei Mei's glamour won't turn her new husband's head

but you can feel both their families glaring daggers at the two of you all evening

There's no way they'll buy Mei Mei being your partner with how she's flaunting poise, elegance and erudition

One of the in-laws leans over, the bourbon harsh on his breath.

He's drunk enough to have a terrible estimation of decibels. "Where'd you get an escort like her? And how many months of yer paycheck did you waste?"

Mei Mei tosses him a withering look, "Please, they'd have to take out a loan."

You choke at her comeback, flabbergasted with the scarlet scrambling to your face, unable to expel an explanation or apology

You've been pretty liberal with the Chardonnay all evening (to help with your nerves) but you feel it all flood to your cheeks, ameliorating effects dissipating in Mei Mei's messy kiss, launched directly against your lips

She pulls back to admire the shine and flush of your complexion, commenting, "They could never afford me, even if they slaved away for a hundred lifetimes. But I'd still be drawn to y/n in each of them. Obviously they bought me over with their unique charm alone."

How they respond to your request

She thinks it sounds like a waste of time till you let slip it's a destination wedding (tickets & accommodations covered)

You see her eyes shine with dreams of visiting the boutique malls that line the streets there

but she tempers her gruff tone to imitate grudging acceptance

"Fine, there's this super cute dress I wanted to get more wear out of anyway. And you'll owe me something too!"

Their performance

It is indeed a super cute dress. You tell her this and you're surprised to see her slight blush. It accentuates her features and it's then you realise how long she must have spent on her make-up too

And that outfit is that much cuter now with how its wearer is just a tad high-strung

Nobara's not very good at ad-libbing so she keeps floating random, increasingly ridiculous hypotheticals about the kinds of questions she'll have to field

it's practically a couple's quiz

"Who confessed first, you or me?"

"What's your blood type?"

"What's your favourite colour?"

"When's our anniversary date?"

"What was the weather like when we had our first kiss?"

"Have we talked about exe's?"

You laugh and reassure her that you won't leave her side all day if she's that worried, squeezing her sweaty hand

She doesn't let go

In the end, the nervousness radiating like shockwaves off Nobara works in her favour

Even if her answers come off somewhat awkward, your family assumes she's just anxious about making a good first impression!

How they respond to your request

"Just don't go at all then, if you're going to be uncomfortable alone. Why would you hang out with people who judge you for that sort of stupid thing?"

Ngl, convincing Megumi is gonna be an uphill battle, he can be super stubborn

Even if you tell him there's absolutely nobody else you want as your +1, unfortunately flattery won't get you very far

Strangely enough, your best odds of him acquiescing are once you've given up, and he sees how crestfallen you are

Why does he put up with such ridiculous requests?

He'll never admit it but he has quite the soft spot for you

Their performance

He's determined to stick.to.the.script as much as possible

But all it takes is one hyper inquisitive aunt for the plan to fall apart

Megumi's practically monosyllabic answers don't help much either

"Where did you two meet!"

"School."

"And who asked who out?"

"Her."

"Ooh and what did y'all do for the first date?"

"Eat lunch."

"That's it?"

"Yes."

You can see smoke spiraling out of your nosy relative's ear canals as they wrack their brain for a way to pry more info from your perfectly stoic partner

"What attracted you to them?"

You spot how Megumi stiffens, eyes darting about frantically for an ad-lib, foot determined to drill a hole in the ground.

You've seen him try and he's terrible at it, he can't lie!

He takes a deep breath

Oh no

"Lots."

What?

"Lots?" The bemused inflection of your aunt's echo demands an elaboration

He nods once.

"Her nose. Smile. Wits. Trustworthiness..." Megumi mutters, decibels dropping with each description, his voice taking on an inverse relationship between volume and sincerity

He can't lie, you remember, the realisation compounded by Megumi ever so carefully avoiding your gaze

In turn, you'll do him the courtesy of not noticing - or mentioning - the reddened tips of his ears

for now.

How they respond to your request

"You'd make a liar out of me."

Nanami's tone is flat, but the fractional tilt of his brow substitutes a rhetorical inflection.

"Well - No, not technically. They never stipulate that the plus one must be a romantic partner."

"But that is the common understanding."

"A common misunderstanding. Minor details, Nanami. Details are-"

"Wherein the devil lies."

A fist notches against your hip. "Right, because all your relatives know exactly why your insurance premiums are so high."

"Omission is different from deliberate deceit. Besides, those situations are avoidable. Which is why-"

"Well, we can't all be serial skippers of family gatherings. You ever consider some people might not want to miss out consecutive weddings and birthdays? Being a sorcerer makes for shit enough work-life balance already. On a weekend that I'm finally free too-"

You stop yourself, having a realisation in the middle of your grumbling.

"I'm sorry, it's selfish of me. I suppose you might have plans already, and I didn't even ask."

Nanami, unfazed, turns to the financial section of his newspaper, remarking, "You're making this request three months in advance."

"Well, I dunno. You take your leisure time really seriously right? You've probably regimented your weekends to get to know a certain sourdough starter better." You grin at Nanami, playfully flicking a corner of his broadsheet.

"Rye, actually." This time his voice is so level you'd bet Nanami has that plan penciled and underlined in his calendar.

"I get it, yeast is expensive. I wouldn't want you to get behind schedule," you sigh. "It's fine, I'll take a gamble and ask Gojo again. I just hope my cousin doesn't turn up, she's been texting me constantly about why he won't return her calls."

"If you're thinking of asking Gojo, you're not taking a gamble. You've already lost."

"Thanks for the helpful advice."

"The man is a walking grenade of shamelessness."

"I'd say Strutting, but my options are limited. Almost everyone in jujutsu is a ticking bomb. At least this one owns a limo. And can dance."

Nanami pauses mid-flip of his page, glancing up. "Almost?"

"Yeah, well, there's me." Your thumb sticks out toward yourself, before your index extends. "And then there's you. And..."

Nanami stares at your fingers. All two of them, to be precise.

You shrug, folding them back into your fist. "That's about it, really."

Nanami doesn't say anything, scanning headlines.

The cogs aren't turning, you're sure only your heart is whirring

You count the 30 clicks of the second hand creeping across his watch, if only to convince yourself an hour isn't passing.

His own expression rivals the clock face's neutral calculations.

Suddenly, Nanami stands.

Your shoulders sag - so much for your bet.

Then he says, "It'll be a rental."

He tucks the newspaper under his arm, and firmly pushes those gaze-obscuring spectacles up his sharp nose, before adding, "And I don't dance."

Their performance

"Nanami?" You try to rein in your gasp at the last moment, yanking the syllables back so it pitches high into a startled greeting.

"You're-" Your throat feels parched, despite your mouth watering all of a sudden. You swallow the pool, forcing the tide back down. "You're early."

A blessing, really. You could use every single extra second to soak in the sight before you. Nanami's opted for a three piece suit in Prussian blue for the occasion, definitely custom-made to order.

Your eyes roam from the perfectly fit jacket accentuating the slope of his broad shoulders, sweeping over the double-breasted plunge of those peaked lapels that draw your gaze down across his pronounced pectorals. The plush of them is barely obscured, further emphasized in fact, by the cut of his vest and the taut expanse of white, his sternum arching in parallel with a Murrell knotted tie the colour of carbon steel grey. Single-pleated pants hug his hips, seams tapering past those muscled thighs. It's not like you intended to linger there on his lower half, but with the way Nanami's tucked his hands into his pockets, your eyes can't help but flicker between the bulges.

The impeccable craftsmanship of the tailor was one thing, but the way Nanami wore this suit was something else.

You had thought he'd show up, sophisticated if understated as ever, just to play another role, in a slightly smarter uniform.

Nanami Kento always carried himself with composure and class - could even stake his reputation on those traits, but his deportment was distinctly different this evening. Was he standing a little taller? Were his eyes always this razor blade-bright?

There's a flash of silver before you hear Nanami's voice, snatching you from your stupor.

"And you're ready." His pause is briefer than yours, though you feel a similar weight (and warmth perhaps?) scanning your silhouette, snugly embraced by your evening gown. Then it's gone, falling back on his clock face.

"Excellent," he states, after clearing his throat. You suspect he's praising more than your punctuality - but you never dared to assume, not with Nanami.

"Shall we?" he extends his elbow and you grasp it gratefully, getting an opportunistic squeeze around his accentuated biceps.

If Nanami noticed, he made no comment.

Nanami's performance is of course, as precise and impeccable as you predicted, demonstrating exactly why you picked him in the first place

He's courteous, considerate and charming in his own reserved way, with his shrewd, measured and realistic responses to your uncles' concerns about the stock market, coupled with his cleverly deft deflections of your aunts' more prying inquisitions about your love life.

Though you both rehearsed the answers, his responses come off more sincere than scripted or stilted.

But mostly it's his presence that speaks volumes

It's in his mannerisms straight out of a 1950s etiquette guide, how he pulls doors open and chairs out first for your relatives and then you, or refills glasses before anyone asks, and never lets his palm drift lower than the small of your back as the two of you move between rooms and ceremonies (whether you wish it would or not is entirely a matter of discretion between you and your fifth scotch)

But what impresses everyone the most is when he convinces your 10 year old nephew - who for the entirety of his existence has declared war on vegetables - to touch his cauliflower florets, and finish them. Nanami somehow even encourages him to use chopsticks the correct way

His awe-struck parents approach Nanami, voices hushed with reverence. "How on earth did you compel that fussy tyrant to put those on his tongue!"

"I simply informed him of the consequences of a predominantly dessert-based diet." You can't help but grin observing your brother's profuse gratitude and profound respect as he shakes Nanami's hand, and at how your sister-in-law eagerly takes notes from Nanami about preparing salads to appeal to junior palates.

The rest of the celebration flies by. Nanami hovers by you, floating cordially between catch-ups and conversations as if the dynamic is one the two of you have shared for years, as if he's on auto-pilot

The only thing that remotely resembles a crisis is when he has a curious turn of phrase, a slight slip of the tongue.

It's in the vestiges of pink tinting his visage when you address him and he absently answers "Yes, sweetheart" causing your cousins to titter. He excuses himself to the toilet; it's the sole fracture in his facade the entire evening.

You're only slightly caught off guard when the gaggle swarms you, gushing envy and clamouring for the contacts of any of your other attractive, available co-workers. One of them even declares their determination to break into your industry, which you dismiss with a chuckle and complaint about the compensation and work hours.

"Really? But based off Nanami's cuff links alone...he seems in a different tax bracket than most of us combined."

One of your older cousins gasps melodramatically, "I didn't take you for a gold digger! I thought your parents raised you better."

You roll your eyes, ignoring her mockery. "I'm not."

Another, barely out of adolescence pipes up, "Man, they don't make sugar daddies like they used to."

"Nanami's not my sugar daddy."

"Just your regular daddy then?"

You're too flabbergasted by the explosives guffaws to provide a retaliatory flick to the little smartarse's forehead.

"Care to repeat the punchline?" His level voice cleaves through a chorus of cleared throats as your cousins pretend to scatter or sip on their drinks.

"Nanami-san, is it normal for salarymen to expense escorts? I was just wondering how you can afford to pay h-"

"Ow, shit!" You stumble forward against Nanami's chest, his arms already open to stabilize you - but your hand is already threateningly clamped around your younger cousin's shoulder.

"Sorry, it's these heels," you hiss, not relinquishing your savage grip on the brat who's now squirming uncomfortably.

"Let's take a seat over there then," Nanami says, slipping a strong arm around your waist and guiding you away. You crane your head just past his broad shoulders to glare daggers at your cousin, even as they stick out their tongue and make exaggerated smooching faces at your retreat.

"Your ankles aren't swollen at least," he comments, lifting your legs into his lap. You flush as you feel his fingers glide up your calves, pressing firmly along the muscle to test for unwarranted tension.

"Um...Yeah, I think my feet fell asleep, that's all." You wiggle your toes before slowly rotating your ankles about an inch from the apex of Nanami's strong thighs.

"Probably just need to move them a little." Nanami hums a low note of agreement as he carefully lowers your feet back on the ground, before standing and offering you an open palm. You glance up at him, puzzled.

He tilts his head toward the wide open area beneath the pavilion, where a throng of people are drifting back and forth, in pairs, to a mid-tempo melody.

"Let's move them, then. Just a little," Nanami tacks on those words like a caveat, but you beam at him, accepting his hand and the promise folded into his warm palms.

"You said you don't dance."

"I don't." His fingers curve around your hips, subtle as the smirk that isn't etched at the corners of his lips, you're sure. But then, you feel his forearm flex against your spine, like a strong bough fording the meanders of a river, and you're swept off by the undercurrent.

"What do you call this then?" you whisper as he twirls you effortlessly in his arms.

"Swaying...in time."

"Well. You're a pretty good sway-er, Nanami Kento."

He doesn't respond, but his puff of warmth against your nape cushions your quip as the two of you fall into comfortable silence and synchronised steps.

You feel the sculpted swell of his torso, every corded sinew so often taut with the exertion and extortion demanded by your duties. You map those muscles, so familiar with tension, so foreign to the tenderness of your fingertips. Flitting between daring and diplomacy, they trace the topography of his tendons, the tributaries of veins pulsing with potentially crushing strength.

Yet you can only concentrate on how gently Nanami's clasped your hand to his chest, weathered palms wrapping around your fingers to press against granite and the steady pounding beneath it.

"You really have swayed me," you murmur, eyes focusing on how slowly Nanami slides his thumb along your ridges. "I'm going to need to start swiping through those apps again."

You feel Nanami pull away slightly from you to observe the expression that accompanies your resigned sigh. "Apps?"

Your gaze drifts over his shoulder, to the couples drifting and floating in each other's arms, from the wrinkled smiles crinkling rheumy eyes to the broad grins, youthfully uncreased, shared and tucked between lips as snug as letters in a crisp envelop.

"It...could be nice, having something beyond a facade. Beyond functions," you muse. You sense Nanami tilt his head to track your line of sight, pausing briefly before commenting.

"Well,I'm glad you at least found my deception serviceable tonight."

You chuckle at Nanami's wry self-assessment, rolling your eyes.

"Oh please, Mr Benchmark, you'll have me swiping for weeks."

"Hm, or months."

Your mouth drops open at his retort, and you see your own surprise glittering in Nanami's neutral countenance with its almost perfectly impassive stare; blank enough anyway to reflect your amusement.

"Sure, it'll be tough enough finding a more constant companion that matches your caliber - minus the attitude," you tease. Nanami's lips set into a thin straight line, and there's a suspicion of his fingers twitching against your sides, specifically at the mention of more constant companion.

"Besides, I can hardly keep troubling straitlaced Nanami every time I need a partner for these escapades."

He doesn't reply - which you think rather proves your point.

But you don't know that what's really starting to bother Nanami is how he doesn't find that prospect troublesome...at all.

The ride back to your apartment is quiet. You can tell Nanami is a little worn out by all the socialising and polite smiling, so you're content to recline in the backseat with him, letting your silences settle against each other.

Between the thrum of the engine and the free flow alcohol throughout the evening, your eyelids droop shut.

A dream like haze stretches the minutes into hours, like cotton gauze pulled into loose fibers fogging your mind with sensations of swirling, a light tickling and comforting warmth. The sole distinct thing that feels solid are calloused hands cupping your cheek and drifting tentatively across the dip of your back. Strangely real as well, the vapours of cognac and a hypnotic heartbeat pillowed beneath you, steadily rising and falling and rising again

You perhaps hear someone call your name through the mist, but any identifying texture of their voice is swallowed. You strain to hear them, but there's only their pause, patient and pensive almost.

But then you hear it again, this time with a weight upon your shoulder that rouses you.

An almost familiar face flickers into view, as you shake the dregs of some odd subconscious yearning from your mind.

But even as it clears, Nanami's face still seems strange at this distance, as if distorted - for it is barely any distance at all. You've never seen him up close like this; forehead too broad, thin brows too furrowed, eyes too deep set and large and dark.

"Hey."

You feel the whiskey-soaked whisper gust against your cupid's bow even before it registers in your ears. His mouth looks different too, chapped and parted around an ask he can't verbalise. It's on the tip of his tongue, darting anxiously out to wet his lips.

Instead those soft pink folds shape around your syllables again, stirring something in you. Curiosity, you'll call it later, an unbearable itch. You will taste his unspoken request if he won't allow you to hear it. All it would take is a fractional tilt of your head

But then Nanami stiffens in an instant, shifts away in the next and you feel yourself sliding against silky material. He braces you as you break fully from the stupor, realising your cheek is crushed against his lapel, where a small patch of damp spreads.

"Oh god, Nanami. Your suit, I'm sorry!" you sputter, covering your mouth.

"No it's all right, that's cognac. Courtesy of one of your more ebullient aunts."

"Really?" you sniff, skeptical, though your nostrils corroborate his dismissal with a whiff of alcohol.

Nanami nods, opening the car door. "Yes. Now come, let's get you home where you've got something more comfortable to drool on."

"I still feel like I should apologise on their behalf," you say sheepishly, fidgeting outside your apartment. Hesitantly you reach out to smooth your hand across his jacket, fingers flexing with the muscle memory of his firm swells beneath the fabric.

"Let me take care of the dry-cleaning bill. I'll get it back to you in three days. The guy in my neighbourhood is really quick."

Nanami shakes his head, a wry smile tilting his lips. "There's no rush, I'm hardly in high demand as a fake lover. Well, in the first place, there's no need for a dry. I can handle my own laundry."

"A fake lover" The words echo in your mind as your gaze roves over the man who had helped you pull the evening off so convincingly. Suit a little more crinkled now, eyes lined with deeper creases. Fringe slightly mussed; you wonder if the wisps of those blonde locks partially obscuring his gaze now had been responsible for the tickling sensation in your dreams, brushing against you as he dozed off on the ride back too, nose inadvertently tucked against your nape. If only you'd woken up before him, you'd know.

Nanami hasn't pushed your hand away, yet.

"Well, um," you clutch his tie, grasping for an excuse to linger. "Then at least let's split the limo cost, okay? You have to."

Nanami sighs, body sagging as you square yours up, recognizing your default stance of stubborn determination. "Why?"

"Be-because! If- If you pay for everything, it will- it would-" You let go of his tie, fists dropping by your side instead.

Nanami arches a brow, taking a step closer. "It would what?"

He's never known you to be inarticulate in your arguments.

Your cheeks are dusted vermilion. Nanami didn't think you had that much to drink. Sure, you had slurred something that sounded suspiciously close to his name in your nap on the way back here, but your eyes are bright and glinting now, practically glaring at him.

You can't believe you have to spell this out for him.

But maybe it wasn't super surprising. Maybe all Nanami really did do with his weekends was devote his soul to sourdough.

You take a deep breath. "Because, it would feel like a real date."

"Oh."

Nanami's gaze is quizzical, you can see a dozen responses cycling through his brain - none of which you can predict. He regards you for a long moment.

Would that impression be so bad? Did you so abhorrently oppose the idea of him bringing you on an actual date? Probably it boiled down to your admirable, adorable fierce independent streak - wait, Adorable? That didn't sound right...

Nanami clears his throat. You stiffen, prepared for his excuse.

"Whether this was a real date or not, that perception is up to you. It's not my prerogative. Regardless of any transactions exchanged or future favours owed." The corner of his lips twitches and your heart flips, hardly daring to speculate what Nanami could want from you down the road.

"But for the record," he continues calmly, so smoothly you don't even notice when your fist had uncurled, when he had snuck his own hand beneath your grasp, "No matter what your cousin mentioned earlier this evening..."

Your cousin? You're caught off guard by the apparent non-sequitur. Nanami takes the opportunity to pull your hand close to him gradually; so gradually there's ample time for enough clarity to seep through, for you to tug your hand back. But you don't.

Not even at the slow drag of his thumb across your knuckles, slow as the timid creep of verdant shoots through frosted tundra, slow as hibiscus petals unfurling across your cheeks. Wonder triumphs. Spring triumphs. Nanami plants a single kiss upon your hand.

"I find your company to be priceless."

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um um hiii! im like literally in l o v e with ur writing, especially the diluc and kaeya stories (im such a simp omg) and was wondering if you could do some more diluc x reader x kaeya nsfw—

ofc you can ignore this but ty if you consider it!! stay hydrated and safe ily <3

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diluc x f!reader x kaeya (NSFW)

6.5k words • ~40 min. read

summary: after a tense night at the tavern, kaeya accidentally forgets his belongings and comes back to see you and diluc having an intimate moment – or maybe it wasn’t an accident...

warnings: slight degradation, a lot of jealousy!! drama!!

notes: reader is in a relationship with diluc beforehand just to switch things up a little from my last fic! also this fic favors diluc a lot more so diluc simps come get your juice ;D thanks for waiting anon ily too <3 i’m so sorry this took so long T_T

SPENDING WEEKEND NIGHTS AT THE TAVERN was not uncommon for you. In fact, whether you were in the mood to drink or not, one of the main reasons you frequently visited the bar was to keep Diluc company, who greatly appreciated the effort you put into making sure he didn’t feel alone while he worked. Evenings with the two of you were often spent idly chatting while he served drinks, which surely kept his spirits up throughout the longer and busier nights. Customers usually commented about how Diluc always seemed to have a grin on his face when you were around, unlike some other nights where his deadpan expression often intimidated the people of Mondstadt and subsequently intimidated the customers themselves.

That didn’t stop business from booming, of course. As long as the alcohol was good and quickly served, customers couldn’t care less about how intimidating Diluc could be. Neither would they care about how he would sneak some free drinks to your seat across the bar if you asked for it, or how he would shyly rest his hand on top of yours if the night was slow and no one was paying attention.

In the end, on weekend nights when you were sitting in your favorite seat at the bar that was conveniently never taken no matter how busy the night was (or maybe not so convenient, since Diluc always made sure to secretly reserve it when the weekend rolled around), people knew never to bother the two of you. After all, on nights when Diluc was happy, he gave spectacular service to bargoers, who decidedly took advantage of this hospitality and thus visited Angels Share more often knowing the atmosphere was better if you were there.

But of course, as soon as a certain blue haired customer walked into the establishment to take his long awaited night off of the week, Diluc couldn’t help but shake his head at you and sarcastically remark, “Well, here comes trouble...”

“What, are you not happy to see me, brother?” After placing his belongings down, Kaeya took his seat next to you and shot you a friendly grin to briefly acknowledge your presence. “I’ve been coming here after work almost every night for so long – have you finally gotten tired of me already?”

Diluc rolled his eyes and began making a Death After Noon for his brother, already knowing the specific bittersweet flavor he likes without Kaeya needing to ask. “Come to think of it, it’s about time I take off that family discount of yours, I’ve been too nice to you these past months.”

Kaeya crossed his arms as he leaned forward on the counter with a scoff. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I need financial compensation for the headache that you induce whenever you’re in the same vicinity as me,” Diluc joked as he finished making the drink then set it in front of Kaeya, who took the glass with a pout and turned to face you.

“You hear this guy? Financial compensation... as if he needs it, being the richest jerk in all of Mondstadt to date.”

“Watch your tone, idiot,” Diluc snapped back as he turned to serve another awaiting customer.

There was no doubt that the two seemed to get along quite well as of late. At first it was almost as if they were both trying to impress you by showing you that they could be nice to each other as per your request, but as time passed, competition turned into a slow realization of having genuine concern for each other, and the brothers have been on the road to reconciliation ever since. Even when Diluc ended up being the one to completely sweep you off your feet and steal your heart, Kaeya never showed any opposition and even encouraged your relationship. “Despite everything, you truly deserve her, ‘Luc,” you overheard him reassure Diluc months ago after admitting defeat in their competition.

There was no doubt that you loved Diluc more than anything. He provided you with everything you could ever ask for, from emotional support and material things to overwhelming satisfaction in the bedroom. But at the back of your mind, especially on slightly tipsy nights such as this one, lies a certain lingering thought about that certain blue haired brother. Was it so bad to fantasize about being pressed between the two? Was it so bad to imagine the feeling of being fondled and manhandled by both of them at the same time? Was it so bad to be at least curious about being shared between the two?

You took a sip of your free drink as you stared blankly at the dents on the wooden counter.

Maybe it is bad, you thought.

After all, if Diluc mentioned that he wanted a threesome with someone else, you wouldn’t exactly be ecstatic about it.

That’s why you would never mention these fantasies to either of them, despite trusting them both with all of your secrets after being close with them for so long. You were scared of how Diluc would react to your curiosity. You were scared he would get the wrong impression and that your relationship would come tumbling down as a consequence of your little fantasy.

Maybe it is bad.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Kaeya snapping his fingers in front of your face. His head was tilted to the side as if he were trying to meet your downturned gaze. “Hey. Did I lose you? What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours?”

“I was just lost in thought,” you ignored the subtle compliment and averted your eyes from the counter to look at Kaeya’s face, the shadows of the dimly lit tavern casting on him at the perfect angle to show off his features. You had to admit he was handsome - hell, all of Mondstadt surely thought so too. You glanced around nervously looking for Diluc to see a glimpse of his fiery hair heading up the stairs to the second floor, presumably to serve a table. He was understaffed today, you remember him saying.

“What were we talking about again?” you asked Kaeya, a little dazed and confused, overwhelmed by the reality of the moment. The clinking of glasses throughout the tavern, the bard playing the lyre in the corner, and the large group of rowdy men at a nearby table flooded your senses, leaving you a bit dizzy with no help at all from the alcohol. He simply laughed, gazing down as he swirled his own drink in his glass then met your eyes once more.

“I was asking how you and Diluc have been,” his sharp stare contrasted with his soft grin as the currently sober man turned his stool to completely face you. There was intention in his eyes, but you couldn’t exactly pinpoint what those intentions were. “I know he doesn’t like to catch up with small talk so I don’t like to bother asking him about what’s new.”

With the heel of your boot you decided to turn your stool to face him as well. Your knees were less than an inch away from touching his, which made you internally flustered given the fantasy you were just thinking about. You tried your best to keep your eyes on his face, ignoring his exposed skin just under his neck. He tilted his head back and took a sip of his drink then continued. “Besides, I enjoy talking to you more than him anyway.”

You could see right through him in this moment. Or at least, you thought you could. Maybe you were overthinking it, but you swore you could see his sapphire eyes slowly trail from your eyes down your body all the way to your grazing knees then dart back up again.

Maybe it was bad. Maybe it was the lighting.

“We’ve been doing good,” you nodded, studying his face more. “He’s been a lot happier recently since the two of you have been getting along more. Don’t tell him I told you that, though,” you leaned in slightly with a wink.

Kaeya let out a low chuckle at that and looked down at his glass again, taking a moment to form his next words. With a nod, he let out a sigh of relief. “That’s great. You’ve been looking a lot happier too, I can tell.”

“Oh? How exactly can you tell? We haven’t seen each other in a while,” you crossed your legs, feeling defensive, which accidentally brushed his in the process. You quietly apologized and he slightly lifted his hand up to excuse you.

“Oh, it’s nothing too crazy. It’s just the glow in your face and the pep in your step when I see you on the streets while I’m out patrolling. Seems like Diluc’s got one happy girl,” he tilted his head back for another sip, and for a moment, you saw his genial smile drop as he set his glass back down on the counter. But as quickly as he let go of his façade , he quickly masked his intentions again with a chuckle.

He seemed a little jealous, you thought. But before you could fully form a thought around that idea, Diluc came back with a tray in hand, empty glasses and mugs balancing on top of his palm. He carefully placed each of them into the sink and got to work on washing then drying them.

“How have you been, Kaeya?” he said with his back turned towards you both, “You weren’t flirting with my [Y/N] while I was gone, were you?”

“How could I do such a thing?” Kaeya huffed, seemingly offended. “Put some more faith in me, brother.”

Diluc turned around with a glass in hand, drying it with a rag and initially focusing his attention on Kaeya. You watched as the two stared at each other across the bar for a few moments, the air suddenly getting thicker as they both emanated a strange seriousness, almost as if they were arguing telepathically. Diluc’s intense stare burned into Kaeya’s cold expression, his arms tensing up so much that you thought he was going to break the glass in his hands. It was a little scary to witness how quickly the mood could change in only a few minutes, and feeling a little uncomfortable, you decided to stand up and make your way to the second floor balcony for some fresh air, away from the loud atmosphere of the main room and even further away from whatever random feud the brothers sparked up tonight.

The crisp air was meditative. It was soothing to stand on the balcony, leaning over the rail and staring into the night sky, letting your mind wander. Your days were often bustling with work and interacting with people so it was very rare to have a moment like this to yourself. At first, you figured it would be best to go back downstairs – after all, it had been a week since you’ve talked to Kaeya and it would be nice to catch up with your friend. But you weren’t sure why the mood was suddenly so tense, especially since nothing had really happened and as much as you knew how Diluc was protective over you, you felt like he was overreacting.

As you took slow sips of your drink, savoring the taste and gazing upon the night life of Mondstadt below, seconds turned into minutes, then minutes turned into an hours, and soon the moon had settled into the midnight sky and the tavern was nearing its closing time. You hadn’t realized that so much time had passed until Kaeya, who was usually the last customer to leave the tavern, whistled towards you from below as he was walking home, waving to get your attention then finally turning away and bidding farewell.

“Darling,” you heard a familiar voice behind you as you were waving back to Kaeya, “Did I do something to upset you?”

You turned to see a clearly apologetic Diluc standing in the balcony doorway, his arms crossed and hair messily thrown up into a ponytail. “Why didn’t you come back inside? We were waiting for you,” he quietly asked as he slowly approached you.

He placed his hands on your waist and pressed his forehead against yours while rubbing small circles into your sides with his thumbs. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he gladly returned with several more gentle kisses across your face, humming slowly and patiently waiting for your response.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Diluc. I really just needed some fresh air. I’ve felt a little overwhelmed all night and didn’t notice how much time passed,” you muttered.

You were telling half the truth.

You didn’t want to admit that you thought Diluc was being a little overdramatic, and you certainly didn’t want to tell him that you were overwhelmed with the thought of being touched by him and his brother at the same time. Some things are better left unsaid.

Maybe that was bad. Maybe white lies were okay, only for now.

He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before nodding as he processed your words. “Let’s get you warmed up back inside, you must have been freezing out here.”

“I didn’t think this is what you meant by getting warmed up,” you softly giggled in between passionate kisses as his bare, warm hands traveled up your top to eventually pull the entire damned thing off. He tossed it off to the side mindlessly before unbuttoning his own uniform top and letting it drape next to yours over the bar stool it landed on.

“I’ve had a long night,” he trailed the kisses down to your neck, gently biting enough to only leave subtle marks and murmuring against your skin. He lifted you up onto the counter to get better leverage over you, slowly spreading your legs apart then continuing the kisses down your collarbone. “And you look so beautiful tonight, I can’t help myself.”

“Just make it quick, okay?” you nervously looked at the window behind him which allowed the moonlight to illuminate the already darkened bar but also allowed anyone who felt like peering in to clearly see the two of you getting touchy in the tavern. You let him press up against you regardless, feeling his bulge grind against your clothed hips desperately. “What if someone sees?” you whispered, teasing him with the idea of getting interrupted and caught, which you knew annoyed him to the core.

“Good,” he paused for a moment to look up at you, his hungry eyes burning into your memory. “Let them see that you’re clearly mine.”

Your heart throbbed at this sudden possessiveness and with a naughty smirk, you decided to give up the innocent act. With a few swift movements, the rest of your clothes were ripped off until you were half naked, the only remaining bit of modesty you had being the underwear that clinged to your skin until Diluc eventually pulled that off too, exposing you fully to him.

“So beautiful,” he sighed as he kneeled down in front of you, pulling your hips towards him then pinning your knees to the counter as he lowered his head to your aroused cunt. “And all mine.”

You couldn’t help but let out quiet, staggered breaths as he immediately wrapped his lips around your clit, gently sucking and nibbling on the sensitive nub as his eyes remained glued to yours. “All y-yours,” you reaffirmed, which made him hum in appreciation.

He had never considered fucking you in the tavern before, especially since he rarely had the establishment all to himself for a shift, but just this once, he was happy he was understaffed tonight. All the frustrations he had endured this evening, from the annoying table on the main floor to bickering with Kaeya about things that didn’t seem to matter anymore led to this very moment where he hungrily licked your wet folds, burying himself into the sound of your hesitant moans and feeling himself harden by the second.

“P-Please fuck me already,” you breathlessly begged, “Please, Diluc, hurry…”

“Cum for me first,” his low voice muttered into your aching cunt, making your legs quiver, “Show me how much you really want it.”

The whine that escaped your throat was suddenly replaced with a gasp as Diluc pushed two fingers into you, immediately setting a quick pace and pressing into your sweet spot. “Cum for me, darling,” he let go of the grip on your leg to stand up and hover over your torso, leaning closer to your face and snaking his free hand up your back. “Be a good girl and cum on my fingers.”

“D-Diluc…!” you whimpered with a pout, which earned a hum of disapproval from him.

“Master Diluc,” he sternly reminded you, shifting his fingers into you quicker, causing your brain to malfunction as you began to tighten around him.

“M-Master…! I’m…!”

“Go on,” he ran his fingers through your scalp and grabbed a handful of hair, leaning down to kiss you and muffle your moans of pleasure as you finally reached your climax, gushing around his fingers and trembling at his touch. You whimpered in his mouth, muscles slightly spasming still as you started to calm down from your high and feel his fingers slowly pull out of you. While keeping his grip on your hair, he let go of the kiss and stuck out his tongue against his fingers, licking your fluids in front of you and smiling in satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he said as he revelled in his favorite taste. You watched as he lapped up all the fluids, the mixture of cum and saliva glimmering on his fingers under the light of the moon through the window.

Speaking of which, you weren’t sure if it was the way you were slightly tipsy or perhaps the heat of the moment deceiving you, but through Diluc’s messy locks and shiny fiingers, you swore you saw a glimpse of a familiar shade of blue through the window. It was unmoving, sure, but it was there nonetheless, and it wasn’t there the last time you looked through the glass.

Maybe it was bad.

Maybe it was Kaeya.

Horror sunk into your chest for a fleeting moment, but you blamed it on the alcohol, and the way you were thinking about Kaeya and Diluc so much within the past few hours. Besides, all the thoughts you were having about the strange color in the window were replaced by the way Diluc unbuttoned his pants with one hand, the other still intertwined in your hair, then freed his cock and let it rest on your stomach as he slowly laid you down across the counter. He pulled you towards him once more so your head could rest on the wood, his hair-tangled hand acting as a cushion while his elbow took its place beside you so he completely caged you in. “Be quiet for me, okay? We don’t want to wake all of Mondstadt this late at night…”

“I’ll be good,” you promised him, letting your hands travel down to feel his length resting on your skin. It had some weight to it as you lifted it, and as if you two were mentally in perfect sync, he pulled his hips back to let you position the tip at your entrance.

Excitement boiled in your stomach as he slowly inched his hips forward, pushing his cock into you little by little, stretching your walls apart by the seams. Your mouth went agape with the sheer stretch alone and fighting the urge to moan had never been more difficult. Instead, the only sounds that filled the silent room was Diluc’s heavy breath as he closed his eyes from the way you wrapped around him so well, the gentle gasps and whimpers from you as he bottomed out and nearly hit your cervix, then the sudden rhythmic slapping of skin as he began to pound into you with no warning.

Your eyes rolled back into your head at the rush of pleasure that came with the rolling of his hips into yours. It was so difficult to keep quiet, so hard not to at least whimper and give tiny moans here and there as he fucked you silly on that bar counter, but he couldn’t care less since he told you to be quiet and expected you to follow suit. You knew that. He instead opted to gently wrap his hand on your throat without applying pressure – simply as a warning.

You couldn’t control your orgasm even if you wanted to. The way he stared into your eyes so desperately while his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly made you lose control so easily, and he took advantage of the way you tightened around him by fucking into you harder. Faster. Deeper.

“You’re so fucking good, darling,” his hazy eyes glanced down to your lips with the intent to lean down for a kiss. “You’re–“

A loud knock on the door startled the two of you enough for Diluc to stop his thrusts and look up towards the source of the noise, a few red strands of hair draping over your face and tickling your cheek. He stared intensely at the door, pushing into you again at snail speed as he waited for an indicator of who was the culprit of the noise.

Another knock sent a jolt up your spine – or maybe it was the way Diluc snapped his hips into you once then slowly pulled back to drag out the pleasure. With a frustrated huff, he decided to tighten the pressure around your neck and pound into you at the relentless speed he set before, quietly shushing you when you initially gasped in surprise.

After one more knock, Diluc lost his patience. It was his greatest pet peeve of interruption becoming a reality. “We’re closed!” his voice boomed loudly so the person on the other side of the door would surely hear him, startling you at the sudden break of silence. Clearly frustrated, he pounded into you faster, chasing his pleasure, knowing that he would need to deal with whoever was bothering the two of you this late at night and wanting to quickly reach his release before then.

“It’s me,” both of your eyes widened at the familiar voice, “I forgot my stuff at my seat, could you let me in real quick?”

Diluc turned his gaze down past your head to see that, as a matter of fact, Kaeya’s belongings were still at his seat from earlier. His eyebrow twitched as he quickly pulled himself off of you, leaving you quietly gasping for air and clenching around nothing.

“Get under the counter,” he whispered so quietly that you just barely heard him, “Don’t move a muscle.”

Following his command, you made you way under the counter, nestling your naked body next to a cabinet of liquor as you watched Diluc button his pants and loosely put his shirt back on, buttoning it while he walked around the bar towards the door. At that point, all you could do was listen to a set of keys jingle as he unlocked the tavern door and a gust of cold air rushed through the entrance, strong enough that you shivered behind the counter and hugged your knees to retain warmth.

“Get your things then get out,” Diluc bluntly greeted Kaeya, who chuckled in response.

“Aw, why the sudden hostility again?” you heard slow footsteps approach the bar, sending your heart racing with anxiety, “And why the disheveled appearance? Oh, let me guess–“

“Get your things. Then get out,” Diluc said more sternly. You could recognize that tone from anywhere. He was furious.

“But let me guess first! Judging by the way the tavern is still a mess, I know you weren’t cleaning up the place just now. And by the way your clothes are so messily put together even though they were so neat and tidy earlier, as well as the sweat on your forehead… Oh, don’t tell me I interrupted something intimate, dear brother!”

You didn’t need to see him to know that Diluc’s jaw was tensed, unable to form a response out of pure annoyance and frustration. And still, Kaeya pressed his buttons.

“You were fucking her real good,” he teased after waiting for a response and getting nothing from Diluc, ”I could hear it from outside the door.”

“I fucking hate you,” was all Diluc could say in response. He didn’t actually mean it, you knew this, but he was beyond irritated.

Kaeya shuffled to grab his belongings by his seat and turned to face the door. But as if he weren’t being petty enough, he reached into his bag for something and suddenly tossed it behind him – his house keys, which landed behind the bar right next to your feet. Your eyes widened at this. You swore you stopped breathing even if you didn’t mean to.

“I think I might have left something behind the counter too, mind if I check?”

The silence that followed was unbearable, even if it only lasted a few seconds. All of the sudden, your heart began to pound out of your chest, not only because of sheer fear and anxiety, but also because of the possibility that Kaeya would see you so vulnerable behind that counter, naked and hugging your knees, waiting for someone to hold you and ‘warm you up.’ Maybe he already did see you through that window. Maybe it wasn’t just your mind playing tricks on you.

“Okay, I’m sorry, Diluc, maybe I’ve gone too far–“

“No,” Diluc interrupted him, “Go ahead. Go get your keys.”

What?

“Seriously?” Kaeya scoffed in disbelief.

What are you doing, Diluc?

“Go on.”

What’s happening?

“‘Luc, I know she’s there, I’m just messing with you–“

“No, Kaeya,” Diluc turned to close the tavern door and lock it, “I know you’ve been eyeing her since the very beginning, even before I came along. I’m not even mad, I just feel sorry for you. I feel sorry that I took away someone you wanted so badly and that you haven’t been able to move on since.”

Diluc took a few steps towards the speechless brother and lowered his voice, still maintaining the same intensity and dragging out his words. “So why don’t you go behind the counter and get your fucking keys? While you’re there, you might as well fuck my girlfriend with me too, since you want her attention so badly.”

The room froze in time, only for a moment. Thoughts began to flood your mind – why would Diluc say that, especially since he was usually very protective over you? Should you refuse to let Kaeya see you, or let it happen? After all, it’s not like you weren’t at least a little bit curious how this situation would unfold...

While you sat in the corner naked and trembling, you held back your breath and listened to Kaeya’s footsteps slowly drag across the wooden floor, the creaking getting closer and closer until he was in your peripheral vision. “Diluc,” he immediately turned away once he saw you sitting there, exposed and cold, then let out a disgruntled sigh.

“Come now, Kaeya,” Diluc stepped in front of him to enter the bar and suddenly grab your arm, lifting you up with no hesitation and making you gasp in embarassment. He pinned your arms behind your back and turned to make you face Kaeya, whose eyes were glued to the opposite wall out of a little bit of respect. “How about we make this a competition, since you seem to love competing so much?”

“Diluc,” you whimpered as you tried to struggle out of his grasp with no success, which you didn’t complain about because a part of you wanted to unravel this situation even further. “Please…”

“Please what, darling?” he muttered into your ear from behind, “Oh, don’t tell me you’ve been pining for him too.”

“N-No, of course not,” you whined, “I just…”

Maybe it was bad.

Maybe it was bad, but you were going to do it anyway.

You pressed yourself against his hips, gently grinding on his erection and letting out small whimpers. Just like Diluc, you hated being interrupted and couldn’t exactly think straight. All of this petty arguing didn’t matter to you, especially since you wanted them both from the beginning either way. In an attempt to admit your secret without explicitly saying it, you mustered up the courage to mutter, “Please, both of you, stop fighting and just… fuck me…”

Diluc tightened his grip around you with a grin, letting out a low scoff. “Slut. I knew you were a slut,” your eyes widened and stomach burned in excitement at the sudden degrading nickname he called you, “I bet you’ve been thinking about something like this for a while, haven’t you?”

You sheepishly nodded as he slowly pushed you back onto the counter, this time laying you on your stomach and bending you over. “I won’t deny that I’ve been thinking about the same thing lately,” he started to unbutton his top again as you raised an eyebrow at this new information. He huffed with annoyance as he unbuttoned his pants and turned his head to the dumbfounded brother across the bar. “Kaeya, either grab your keys and go or stay here and keep her mouth occupied. I’ll let you decide – just make it quick and quit standing there.”

With your head dangling off the counter, you watched as Kaeya slowly turned around to face the two of you, studying the scene for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. As if he finally made a decision, he put down his belongings again, took off his vest, and made his way across the counter, his hips only a foot away from your face. Meanwhile, Diluc had already freed his cock once more, keeping one hand on your restricted arms and using the other to prod your entrance with his tip. The excitement was overwhelming, coursing through your veins as you watched Kaeya slowly unbutton his pants as well with a bit of reluctance.

“Please hurry, Kaeya,” you softly begged, hoping to encourage him to quit holding back since it was obvious he was being overly shy, “Please, I want this so bad…”

“I’m sure you do, darling,” he adopted the pet name from Diluc, “But I like seeing you so needy for me when I’m moving slow like this.”

Letting out an impatient growl, Diluc grabbed onto your hips as he sheathed his cock with your cunt all at once, making you mewl and sigh at the feeling of being full again. He began rolling his hips deeply just as he did before he was so rudely interrupted, never failing to maintain his quick rhythm and making your brain short circuit.

With his slender fingers, Kaeya held your chin in his hand, lifting your face up to look at his and grinning once he saw how your mind was lost as you burned with pleasure. He stared at your flushed cheeks and panting mouth, comparing it to the usual calm and composed demeanor you always seemed to have. He smirked, rubbing a small circle into your chin with his thumb. “So this pretty, helpless face is what Diluc gets to see every single day? I’m very jealous, brother.”

That comment only made Diluc pound into you harder, his weight shifting into his arm to pin you down further. “Cry about it,” he mocked.

Ignoring the comment, Kaeya only pressed his lips together in a pout to tease you, slowly taking out his cock which made your mind boggle at the sheer size of it. He was just as deliciously large as Diluc was, and as he began to stroke it in front of your face, secretly admiring the sight of you being fucked senseless by his brother, you couldn’t help but feel like you were melting in the presence of such dominating forces hovering over you. Without second thought, you left your mouth agape, letting your tongue stick out in a wordless way of telling him you wanted to take him, to satiate your hungry desires that you hid for quite some time now.

“Eager, are we?” Kaeya didn’t seem to ever shut up his teasing, “I was just going to stand here and enjoy the show, but if you really want it that badly…”

One hand on your chin turned into one thumb in your mouth, which you received gratefully nonetheless. He let you suckle sweetly on his finger, cooing at how pathetic you looked drooling all over it when he hadn’t done anything yet. All the while Diluc let go of your folded arms and instead used both hands to firmly grip your ass and pound into you deeper, the sound of slapping skin filling up the room along with his shaky breaths now and then.

A whimper escaped your throat as you looked up at Kaeya’s face, He didn’t need to hear you say the words to know that you were quietly begging for a taste of him by looking at him so innocently, and as such, your wish was his command. He took a step forward to nestle the head of his cock into your mouth, his thumb still on your tongue to make you open up wider and let you salivate over the taste of his skin until he slowly began pushing himself deeper, watching your gag reflex just to find out you were taking him in quite nicely. His heart was aching with jealousy that Diluc was so lucky to have you all to himself, but nonetheless, once he fully bottomed out inside of your throat that he had to remove his finger to fit properly, he saw this as an opportunity to enjoy himself and sighed in pleasurable relief.

Kaeya’s hands found their place on both sides of your head as he slowly fucked your throat, wanting to relish in the feeling of you wrapped so tightly around him, holding back coughs and tears. It was a painfully delightful contrast to the way Diluc was relentlessly abusing your aching hole from the other side of the counter, letting out his pent up frustrations of the night in the form of deep thrusts and shameless pants. Kaeya couldn’t help but leave quiet moans here and there as well while he slowly pushed himself in and out of your mouth, filling your throat up with his entire length just to pull back with a sigh then do it again.

Eventually, Kaeya became more comfortable with picking up the pace, watching as Diluc’s slammed his hips into yours and yearning for a similar feeling. His hands traveled through your scalp, tangling through your hair messily as he leaned in to fuck into your mouth with more intent. You hummed sweetly as Kaeya finally stopped holding back, giving into the pleasure and matching Diluc’s rough pace. The feeling of the two of them ignoring their feud and instead taking out their frustrations on you made your insides twist and knot together knowing that after so long, your fantasies have come to light – or rather, they came to this dimly lit tavern in the middle of the night.

Diluc was the first to release himself in you, filling your drenched cunt with his seed and controlling his staggering breaths as he fucked you slowly to calm down from his high. It made you needy to hear his low groans in their fullest volume, but you knew that that had to be saved for different circumstances. His fingers that dug into your skin so intensely gently lifted off of you has he wiped the slight sweat off his forehead and simultaneously looked up to watch Kaeya fucking your throat. If he hadn’t been so exhausted from work tonight, he would’ve secretly loved to invite Kaeya for another round, knowing how tightly your cunt wrapped around him the second Kaeya started touching you.

Shortly after, Kaeya finally reached his own release too, letting your nose nestle in his trimmed blue hair as he dumped his cum into your throat unceremoniously. His chest slowly rose and fell with each deep breath he took, trying to control himself as he felt you attempt to swallow his seed while he was still inside you. The feeling drove him crazy and craving for more, but as he averted his gaze from you to look at Diluc on the other side, a wave of regret and jealousy washed over him knowing that this was probably going to leave him off on bad terms with his brother – again.

But much to his dismay, as he slowly pulled out of you, Diluc only laughed. He laughed wholeheartedly as he gently caressed your waist, soothing you while you gasped for air. Kaeya stood there confused on the sudden lightheartedness in the air, tucking himself back into his pants and getting ready to leave as soon as possible, slightly ashamed for indulging in such an impulsive moment of vulnerability for you and Diluc.

“Not so fast,” Diluc spoke the first words after the long period of silence once Kaeya started to pick up his belongings, “You’re forgetting your keys.”

With the help of Diluc, you slowly lifted yourself up to lay on your back, keeping your legs spread and incoherently mewling for more. Diluc only grinned at this, shushing you with a gentle look and caressing your thigh as he briefly saw his cum pooling on the counter. Kaeya nervously glanced at you before entering the bar and walking towards his keys next to Diluc’s foot, grabbing them, then standing back up with an averted gaze. The poor boy was so nervous, but you had to admit he tasted so good.

Diluc placed a reaffirming hand on Kaeya’s shoulder, making Kaeya lift his head and look into his eyes. The two shared a moment of eye contact, communicating a shared sense of apology to each other. Maybe it was bad at first, but regardless of how much they seemed to be at each others throats, they always seemed to make amends in the end.

“Okay, get out,” Diluc bluntly said, which followed with hurried footsteps towards the door and a quick, “Alright, alright, I’m leaving!” from Kaeya. The exchange made you laugh, but once Kaeya was finally gone and Diluc had locked the door behind him, you were beginning to get antsy.

“So,” Diluc trailed his eyes up and down your trembling body still splayed out on the counter, “would you, by chance, ever be interested in doing that again? Just the three of us?”

“I want to so badly,” you breathlessly admitted, replaying the past half hour in your head and letting the memory brand into your mind. “Please, Master?”

He thought about it for a moment then grinned.

“I’ll think about it. As long as you know you belong to me in the end, maybe another round with him wouldn’t be so bad.”

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mytheoristavenue · 3 years ago

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Can you do arachnophobic sero x reader that loves bugs and spiders? :)

Oh my gosh this one was so cute I just had to do it!

MHA Arachnophobic!Hanta Sero x Entomophile!Reader - Not all Bugs are Bad

Arachnophobia: An extreme or irrational fear of spiders.

Entomophilia: The fondness of insects.

Sumarry: During the room tours that you did with your class at the beginning of year two, you got the chance to show all your pets to your new friends.

Hero Name: Creepy Crawly

Quirk: Anthro-Shift! You can mutate your body into any type of arthropod, including arachnids, crustaceans, insects, and myriapods.

Marching on to the next floor, you you and your classmates continued to poke fun at eachother’s choices in aesthetic and decor. You looked ahead of the pack to find Sero standing in front of the nearest door, grinning ear to ear with his hand on the twisted handle. Finally, all of his potential energy turned kinetic when he was satisfied with the amount of distance between himself and his classmates.

“Welp, this is me!” He smirked, fairly confidence in his sense of decor. You gasped in awe, looking around the look. The walls were drenched in a beautiful African Bohemian aesthetic, complete with a hamock beside his bed, a wicker dresser,a few dreamcatchers that seemed to be homade, and tied together with a lovely reoccouring chevron pattern in various tones of burnt oranges and reds.

“Wow! Sero, this is awesome! It looks so comfy!” You gushed, walking over to a small table with a small elephant shaped insense burner, before deeply taking in the scent.

Sero chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “Awe, thanks, (Y/N). It is pretty cozy, to me at least.”

After a few minutes, the class was moving on, the taping hero quietly closing and locking the door behind them. Up next at the end of the hall was your room. You broke away from the group to jog ahead to get to your door first.

“Okay, guys, there’s no way I’m not gonna win coolest room. Wait ‘til you see this!”

The room was dark and oddly humid, almost foggy with nearly jungle themed walls. Faux banana leaves and tree bark covered a portion of one wall and a large pan of what seemed to be mulch sat in the corner beneath them. But the most notable aspect of the room was the fact that almost all of the surface area of two walls were occupied by shelves of tanks stacked close to the ceiling.

“Everybody,” you began, turning to the nearest tank to pull out the creature living within it. “Meet my babies!” you exclaimed, turning to all of your classmates, gathering their attention from the decor of your room. Screams filled the space as you revealed your face and the Gooty Sapphire tarantula crawling across it. You giggled at your friends as they screamed and ran past you, trying to escape upon realizing that every tank was filled with some sort of bug.

In all the comotion, Koda accidentally shoulder checked your left, causing you to flinch, the large spider falling from your face to the floor. “Hey, watch out, man!” you called to him as he exited. Your eyes suddenly widened as you bent down to scoop up your precious Aster to put her away, only to find that she was no longer at your feet.

“Everybody freeze!” just as you demanded, everyone stopped in their tracks and turned to you with petrified expressions. “I dropped my tarantula and she somewhere on the floor, please help me find her!”

You should have known you’d be ignored. Upon hearing that the monster was on the loose everyone scrambled to beat eachother to the door. You flew into a panic, eagarly searching on your hands and knees, terrified that your prized baby you’d be crushed. “Guys, please stop! You’re gonna squish her!”

Suddenly, as the room began to clear out, you spotted a striking blue glint under your darkened lights, just a few feet ahead. “Aster!” you called out, lunging for your pet, only to see her or rather whatever she was perched on move.

You an imagine Sero’s suprise when he cautiously looked to his feet and found not only your face peering back up at him, but your tarantula on his ankle as well. “Fuck! Shit, shit!” Sero panicked, kicking her off as harshly as he possibly could, sending her flying across the room. This time you were able to track her flight and landing, and you were horrified to sell her hit the floor and stay there. You instantly got up and ran over to her, the room now empty apart for you and Sero, who had fallen to the floor in terror.

He watched you skid to your knees, scooping Ater up and cradling her close to your chest to look for any signs of life. You obsurved her closely as you brought her to your face, holding your breath for the dreaded ‘death curl’. After a few minutes, you let out a cry of relief when Aster began to lift herself off your palm, taking a few slow steps. You gingerly stood and storde to her designated tank, sending her home with a gentle kiss. You were happy to see her walking in her enclosure. She may have been injured, and you weren’t entirely sure she’d live, but she was drinking from her water dish and moving around, so that was a good sign.

You turned away from Sero, hoping he’d get the hint and just leave. You wanted to be alone with your babies, only they could understand what it felt like to be a monster. A part of you was angery as you unlocked a small Hissing Cockroach tank, letting a few crawl out onto your hand before closing it again. How could they call themselves your friends and then completly disregaurd the safety of your pet? You could’ve gotten past the fear and discofort, maybe you shouldn’t have shown them the tarntula on your face like that, but they stopped when you asked, and then started running around again when you said Aster fell on the floor and oculd get squished! Why would they do that if they cared about you?

Hot tears began to slip from your eyes as she spoke to her roches solumly, forgetting all about Sero’s presence. “I really am just a freak, aren’t I? How can I be a hero a look like you guys?” you asked them, stroking ome of them gentlye as they trekked up your arm. “Yeah, of course, I think you’re pretty...but I don’t want people to be afraid of us...”

“(Y/N)...” You turned back around to see Sero still in your room, looking so guilty. He was now standing again, cautously inching toward you. “I’ll be honest, I'm crazy scared of spiders, and I can’t be comfort around you when you change into one...”

You felt your heart break with his sorry expression and another tear slipped down your cheek. You really were a monster.

“But,” he started, looking around at all the creatures you kept, observing each one for a few seconds before moving onto the next. “Maybe...not all bugs are so bad?” You looked at him, hurt scrawled all across your face as you held your roches closer to you, almost over protective over them. “Sorry, I know that’s kind of a half assed apology.” he said finally coming back around to Aster’s enclosure, sighing. “Ya know, now that I look at him, he is kinda pretty.”

“She.”

“Huh?”

“She. Aster is a girl.” you huffed, frowning at his misgendering of your precious pet. Sero smiled nerously, before turning back to the tank.

“Heh, ‘scuse me, little lady.” he chuckled, before straightening his back to face you again. “Look, I’m really sorry I kicked your tarantula. Do you think she’s gonna be okay?”

You sighed, glancing away from him sadly. “I honestly don’t know. Even the first fall could’ve been really serious, let alone getting kicked across the room. She’s walking and drinking and she hasn’t curled yet, so maybe she hasn’t a chance. I really won’t know until she either dies or just doesn’t.”

“Shit...” Sero sucked sharp air form between his teeth, guilt washing over him. “Damn, I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

“It’s okay...maybe you should just go catch up with the others...” you mumbled, stepping away from him.

“Wait, (Y/N),” he said, stepping closer to you, reaching his arm out. “I just wanted to tell you...you’re not a freak. You’re not weird for having a different interest form everyone else. Yeah, it might make some people uncomfortable, but who cares? It’s your space.”

You peered up at him with glossy eyes, praying that he was genuine. “You really think I’m normal?”

Sero looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. “Definately not.” He realized that wasn’t what you wanted to hear when your face fell and your lip began to quiver. “But, hey! Normal is boring! You’re different. I actually really like that about you.”

“Really?” you asked, hope renewed.

“Totally! I never thought I’d ever tell you this...but back at the sports festival when you went up against Kodai as a dragonfly, that was pretty cool...you actually looked really pretty that day.” he confessed, watching his feet as they fidgeted against your floor.

“You think I look prettyas a dragonfly...?” you asked, dumbstruck that anyone would find any of your bug forms attractive. Sero blushed a bit, cracking a nervous smile.

“W-Well, yeah! Your wings are like all trasparent and it’s like your whole body shifts colors between blue and green...” he rambled, struggling to come up with a mature way of describing your dragonfly form. “Actually, I think your pretty everyday.” he admitted, his mind suddenly clear again.

An air of silence hovered over the pair of you as you struggled to come to a responce for his little confession. “Ya know, Sero,” you began, stepping toward your firend holding out your hand. “Not all bugs are scary...maybe over time I can help you get over your fear?” You asked, gently taking his hand and holding it as one of the roaches began to venture over to his skin. Sero froze, wildly unnerved by the feeling of it’s small legs clicking against his hand. “It’s okay, he doesn’t bite or anything.” you cooed softly. “Just be careful with him, okay?”

He nodded cautiously, fearfully eyeing the small Madagascar Hissing Cockroach crossing the threshold of his wrist. “So, heh,” his voice cracked as he attempted to joke himself into calming down. “W-What’s your name, fella?”

“It’s Tank.” you whispered, happy that he was at least trying.

“What’s up, Tank, my dude?” Sero asked, easing into the feeling of his little legs scritching his arm, and cocked up his arm to watch him crawl up his elbow, seemingly interested in the workings of his dispensers.”Whoa there, guy, that’s pretty intimate.” He joked. “Me and your mom aren’t even that close.”

You giggled, shaking your head and cupping Tank off of Sero’s elbow and placing him and his sisters back in his tank. “That wasn’t so bad.” he said, absentmindedly rubbing the feeling of his new friend’s legs off of his skin.

“See, not all bugs are bad?” you smiled at him as he smiled back. “They’re really more scare of you than you are of them, I know that’s hard to believe.”

“Yeah, I know, I just can’t help it sometimes.” he admited, dramatically drooping his arms to the side. “But...maybe I need to be around them more. I’ve heard exposure therapy is very effective.”

“Hanta Sero, are you asking to spend more time with me?” ypu asked, smirking at him with a cocked brow.

“Maybe I am. Hypothetically, if I was, would you say yes?” he asked, hopefully.

“I’d love to, Sero.” you smiled, taking his hand shyly.

He smiled brightly, taking a deep breath into his chest. “Awesome! But myabe for today, we could chill out in my room? I think my anxiety has been played with way too much for one day.” He chuckled nervously, grazing your thumb over your knuckles.

“That’s perfectly fine, man.” you giggled, beginning to head for the door, hand in hand with him, hitting the lightswitch on the way.

“Why don’t you call me Hanta from now on?”

“Whoa, are you sure it’s a good idea to be on a first name basis with your therapist? Forget your payments and you might way up to David and Goliath in your bed.” you snickered as the pair of you walked down the hallway toward his room.

“I think I’ll take that risk.” he smiled, taking his hand from yours, in favor of draping it around your shoulder. “By the way, who’s David and Goliath?”

“My bird eaters.”

“Your WHAT?!”

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Royals. II

Hwang Hyunjin x Male Reader

W.C: 5.5K Words (😃)

Triggers: Explicit Smut, Mentions of Marriage, Mentions of Rejections/Stood up.

Things to be noted: Royalty AU, There’s some fluff at the aftercare, some angst too, Slight Seungmin x reader, Slight Jeonglix without context and Binsung with Han being a total flirt.

Kinks/Warnings: Top Hwang Hyunjin, Bottom Reader, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Edging, Degradation, Puppy Petname, There’s some drool-, Consensual, Safewords, Blowjobs (Reader receiving), Marks and Bruises, Slight Possessiveness, Aftercare (This is not a kink, it’s needed) Lubricated Sex, Unprotected Sex / No condoms (This is not promoting unprotected sex, use condoms irl !!), Palming, Slight Master Kink, Hyunjin has a big dick, Mouth Fingering, It’s so messy, Doggy Style and Hickeys (Lots of em)

a/n: Wowow, this is my longest fic yet and it’s a part 2 I— Anyways, I’m sorry for making you guys wait for so long for this~ HSHSHSHS, hopefully it’s good ! If I miss any warnings or triggers please inform me sksksk.

Hyunjin clenched his fist as he stared at the two princes laughing at the distance.

Why? He asks himself at why is he pressed about them, talking. Hyunjin wanted to rip the brown haired man away from you.

His jaw tightened in frustration in this feeling of his — was it jealousy? But he barely knew the guy in the first place, but noticing him at the corner of his eyes in the crowd at his speech makes his heart race.

He doesn’t believe in love in first sight — Heck, Hyunjin barely believes love exist. All those princesses were completely head over heels for him since he was young but never gave them attention as he knew that money or his looks is all they care about. It doesn’t sit right with him.

. . .

Hyunjin did nothing for the past thirty minutes but just stare at the face of the man who he seems attracted too.

He was also a bit salty at the fact that a prince was now giving head pats to you, he didn’t like that one bit. He accidentally let out a growl which did not stay unnoticed by his siblings.

“Jin?” A male voice snapped him out of his darkly clouded mind.

He snapped head towards the speaker, alarmed at the sudden call of his nickname, it was his older brother, the brother suddenly placed his arm on his shoulder, “You okay? You seemed distracted..—”

A laugh emerged from a woman near him,, her eyes twinkling with curiosity — Curious to why his brother, Hyunjin seemed a bit out of his head for a long time earlier.

“Yeji?” the eldest brother asked, turning his head slowly to her.

“What’s funny?” he continued, looking at her with a raised eyebrow, his lips frowning slightly.

“Nothing. Just wondering what’s gotten into Hyunjin...~ He was staring into the distance for a long time.” Yeji spoke, eyeing Hyunjin curiously — a hint of smirk playing at her lips.

Hyunjin froze.

“Uh, I was just watching what’s happening.” Hyunjin smiled as casual as he could, before grabbing the water from the near table to hydrate himself.

Yeji looked at him in question, not buying his response. “Whatever, birthday boy is being his boring self.” she shrugged off before standing up and going somewhere.

The eldest brother was very confused about what’s happening so he just sat back down and yawned.

“Hey! I’m older than you!” Hyunjin shouted before mumbling curses at her sister’s impudence before a bell suddenly rang.

. . .

The host stepped back upon the stage and bowed, “The ball will now begin, masks will be distributed in a little while, as requested by the prince — This will be a masquerade ball. Every one, enjoy your time at the palace !”

The male host smiled in content before leaving to the backstage.

You and Seungmin have been conversing for a while, unaware of the eyes that has been raking you from across the ball room.

. .

A lot of formally dressed occupants came out, holding stacks of differently designed half masks.

One of them suddenly approached you and handed you one. A white half mask, with gold lines and swirls remarkably designed by the maker.

The occupants handing out these masks have their own mask on also.

The giver of your mask had a smirk embedded on his lips before bowing.

You looked at Seungmin weirdly after that certain interaction with the masked guy, “Maybe just a creep?” he asks you in wonder.

You jabbed your elbow at him, “Don’t be silly, this is a castle. There is absolutely no way that someone without decency is here.”

“Hm, you never know Y/N.” he says in a serious tone making you stare at him in confusion before nodding.

. . .

Seungmin got his own mask — a dark blue colored one with sapphire crystals decorating the sides. He smiles at you before reaching for your hand, “Do you want to be my partner, Y/N?” he mumbles while you just nodded abruptly.

“Why me though? There’s many princesses out there?” you questioned suddenly, squeezing his hand pathetically.

“I have a more preference for men than women.” he stops and looks at you for any bad reactions before he continued;

“You seem fine and you’ve got good looks.” Seungmin complimented before taking you to the middle of the ball room where most people with partners are already gathered.

Slow and enchanting music started playing, the sensual melody was enough to calm your nerves and remove all thoughts of questioning Seungmin.

A hand was placed in your waist and in your shoulder, alerting you.... But, when you blink out of your own head, Seungmin was staring right at you with smile.

You placed your hands on his shoulder and waist as well, swaying through the music naturally.

While dancing you caught a glimpse through the crowd of a familiar red-head. He had a red half mask on with ruby crystals creating a spinning design on the eyes. A smirk formed his lips as he looked back at you, nodding twice. It was Jeongin dancing with a blonde haired man, his hair neatly sitting in a mullet. Felix.

You didn’t know if you wanted to curse him for leaving you or thank him for a new friend. You haven’t seen nor talked to Felix yet but maybe you will after this ceremony.

. . .

After dancing with Seungmin for a long while; a trumpet sounded which made you sigh as you look at Seungmin, knowing what it means.

Switch in partners.

“Good luck, Y/N~” he said with his signature cute smile that you’ve seen throughout the day.

You let out another sigh before gasping as someone took hold of your right wrist.

“Would you like to partner up with me?” A voice asked in a sexy voice, loosening the grip on your arm.

Swinging your head to the source of the attractive voice, you find yourself staring at a tall man with black hair — it was fairly long. He was wearing a black half mask adorned with dark flowers at the corners. He seems familiar, curiosity now took over your judgement as you nod courtly.

“May I ask for your name?” you looked at him, tilting your head to the side.

He looked up, thinking before looking back at you again with a smile, “Call me Hyun.” he breathed before taking your hand in his.

He then wrapped his other arm around your waist pulling you close to him. Chest to chest. You didn’t really mind because it was just a dance after all. Right?

You place your free hand on his shoulder, swaying to the music.

You stare up into his enticing eyes as if your were entranced by it. Slowly trailing your eyes to his big lips. Now you were extremely curious of what’s behind his mask. “From which kingdom are you?” You ask, mumbling your words.

His eyes peered down to your eyes in thought again, “I’ll answer all of your questions, when I get this mask off.” he whispers in your ear huskily causing you to shiver at his voice.

He didn’t come off to you suspicious or anything but his demeanor boasts arousal which wasn’t helping at the fact that you were slightly into his voice.

Okay maybe not slightly?—

. . .

Dancing across the ballroom and somehow not hitting any other partners was comforting since your own partner held you comfortably.

That is when you caught a familiar purple hair through the dancing figures, it was Changbin, dancing with....

Is that Han? You thought in shock as Changbin was practically being lead on by his partner. The partner suddenly lifted him up, princess style. Carrying him as if he was a feather.

Your partner noticed the constant staring just above his shoulder, “What is it?” he murmured to you, wanting to know what’s caught your attention. “Um, friends.”

He spun you around to get a good glimpse, suddenly a grin was evident on his face after you looked up at him staring into the distance — the direction you were looking at earlier.

No words spoken in between, he lifted you up, princess style — knocking the breath out of you, “Wha—”

You almost let out a shriek from being carried, “Put me down— oh my god, If you drop me, I fucking swear Hyun.” you hiss at him, wrapping your arms around his neck to keep yourself from falling.

“I won’t. Trust me.” he said as he carried you throughout the dance, you clutching him as if your life depended on it. Trust is not you have with a stranger, what the hell

. . .

Music stopped playing as the people stopped moving.

You sighed in pure relief, almost worried for your back to be broken. The man, named Hyun finally put you down and allowed you to take a breather.

“You still up for that offer of meeting me later to answer questions?” he asked smiling, to which you nodded in agreement. “Meet me at the gardens in 2 hours” He whispered to your ear, hot breath leaving his beautiful and sexy li—

“The royal gardens of the Hwangs?” You asked flushed from his teasing. The outside of this huge ballroom should be off-limits. “That isn’t allowed though right?” you took a small step back to reduce close proximity.

“I got permission from the Hwangs.”

You were a bit skeptical, “Well... If you say so...” you agreed nonetheless, not wanting to offend the other.

He nodded happily before walking away, waving his backhand at you.

You spot Felix at the corner and rushed over to him, wanting to talk to one of your best friends.

. . .

Atleast 2 hours had already passed and your energy was pretty much drained from conversing and watching Han flirt with Changbin or trying out Felix’s recommended shark meat. Jeongin was there too, pretty much being his evil self and saying stuff like: “Oooh, is it the Kim prince or that mystery guy, huh. Pick a lover, Y/N.”

Seungmin also kinda joined the friend group to with you introducing him to them, Jeongin had a mischievous smile during introduction and if you were to bury him 10 feet to the ground, you wouldn't mind. Ugh.

You realized that it was time to meet the masked man, so you excused your self from your friend group and sneakily rushed towards a door out of the room, remembering the structure of this place and where the garden is.

. . .

After some twist and turns in first floor hallway, you come face to face with a glass door, the sun that was setting was reflecting through it. You could see the tall and trimmed bushes outside as you step out. White roses were neatly sticking on the walls as the vines were all over it.

You hum as you walked around, “He didn’t exactly say where to meet him..” You scratched your head, trying to catch a shadow or a person. You eventually had to explore it a bit, sighing in annoyance as you saw a maze, “Hyun!” you shouted with all you could muster, knowing that most should be inside the party.

Birds fly out from tree at the heard noise...

Long minutes had already passed and not a single soul has been seen by your eyes.

You hung your head low and scanned the huge garden as a sigh escaped your lips, “Yeah... This is the worst.” you sulked slightly.

It’s worse to be stood up than rejected.. Atleast the person has the humility to show up when rejecting someone.

A shiver went through your spine as a cold gust of wind flew by, clutching your own arms. Disappointment was shown in your frown as you wanted to stay for a few minutes longer in hope.

. . .

You sighed, running your fingers over your scalp. As you were about to go inside, small footsteps were heard from the distance causing you to freeze in your steps and slowly turned your head to the miniscule noises.

A tall figure was walking towards you as you squinted your eyes to identify their face.

No way.. Is that...?

Fuck, it was the birthday boy — Prince Hwang Hyunjin, as if already admiring his face from earlier wasn’t enough, you had to see his pretty face again.

You were about to run inside when the Hwang shouted, “If you move, I will call the guards on you, Prince Y/N.”

Fuck.

Frozen dead in your tracks at his threat, you watched as he lurked closer, a hint of smirk dancing on those gorgeous lips.

“Prince Hyunjin, apologies but I thought someone was to meet me here..” you tried to reason out, hoping to not embarrass yourself any further by lying or trying to run.

You half-bowed to him, knowing that even though you were also a prince — He bears the name of Hwang, one of this continents, four largest kingdom.

As much as you wanted to keep your pride, it was disrespectful for a lower royal to not bow to a higher one.

He reached you and grasped your shoulder before pulling you up straight, he pulled you in by the waist causing a unintelligible sound to come out of your throat.

Familiar.

You looked at him, shocked, your mouth agape from the sudden distance change and his warmth. He held your waist tighter, pulling you impossibly closer.

Chest to chest.

Seeing your eyes he laughed, “So, what questions are you gonna ask?” he said, one of his eyebrow raised up in question.

Hyun.

. . . .

“So, Prince Y/N. Care for hanging out with a Hwang?” He confidently asked with a smirk engraved on his lips, before he slowly reached and traced his thumb on your bottom lip. Relishing on the expressions you create.

Just a simple touch on your lips felt like a firestorm was raging inside, warmth spread across your body as heartstrings were pulled at his words.

. . .

“Sure...?” you whispered out unsure after a long silence as another gust of wind hit your back causing you to slightly shiver.

You still couldn't believe that he danced with you earlier, posing with a fake name. Though he said that it was because he didn't want to scare you off.

He was dangerous in a way, fooling with people on the higher end of the royal hierarchy is one dangerous feat.

But for some reason, you craved for his touch at this very moment, you didn’t know if it was because you maybe longed for him in that opening ceremony or that you barely have someone touch you intimately.

Hyunjin started feeling you up more while also undressing you with his eyes.

It started with light pecks to your jaw, transitioning into bodily touches like waist grabbing and slight groping. You were writhing because his touches — struggling to speak as every peck, every touch keeps your mind adrift away. You didn't even notice the bulge on your bottom garments starting to get noticeable.

“I—” you tried to catch your breath at his advances, “I d-dont think we should do this here, we might get caught..” you trailed off, tapping on his shoulder as a pleasured sigh left your mouth.

“Hm? So you want to do this? Here I thought, you were going to reject me.” He mumbles as he kissed your neck lightly.

“Don’t get the wrong idea, ah~ You are going to finish what you started..” You whispered out, moaning in the middle of the sentence when he suddenly palm your bulge with a bit of pressure.

He trailed his lips to your ears, “You’re a needy slut, huh? Don’t worry, I intend to finish what I started...~ And by the end of it? You’d want more of this.” He bit your earlobe while kneading your butt with his right hand.

You bit your lip, wanting to keep embarrassing noises from coming up your throat.

“We haven't even known each other that much, yet here you are. Presenting yourself to me like a whore.” he degraded with a smirk after pulling himself away from your ear.

You weren’t one to fuck around but Prince Hwang is one of a kind — extremely sexy and intoxicating.

You want more of him.

“Cat’s got your tongue, little pup?”

“Fuck, I don’t care — J-Just not here... Might get caught.” You hiss pathetically as he squeezed harder on your bulge, grinding into his hand.

“Hmm.. Okay.” he said, looking in to your eyes with his own bearing hints of burning lust. He took your hand, leading you back inside.

. . .

“Wouldn’t be people be worried, that you were gone from the party? And it’s your celebratio—” you breathed out as he pinned you to the wall suddenly, suprising you as you stare at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t care about that right now.. What I care about is you on my bed, all spread out and ready to be used by me, hmm?” he mumbles lowly, kissing you on the lips — with you yelping at the sudden warmth and softness on your lips.

You wrapped an arm around his neck while you pulled on his long hair with your free hand. He groaned against your mouth. “Room, Hyunjin— p-please..” you mumble against his lips, pulling away after a second.

After Hyunjin pulled away he opened a door at a short moment’s notice before grabbed you and pullled you in. You didn’t even manage to look at the room's structure or designs as he already started to remove articles of clothing from you one by one.

“You know, how hard it was — seeing you from the crowds earlier talking to another royal, one that flirted with you at best? Maybe I should remind him who you would belong to now huh?” he looked at your naked form, licking his lips before slowly pushed you towards and down the bed.

You moaned at his words, even though you know full well that Seungmin didn't flirt with you one bit but just talking about interest. His hint of possessiveness turned you on highly.

He slowly removed his royal wear, exposing his own milky skin, smiling at the way you examined his body with your mouth slightly watering at the mere sight of it, he was without a doubt one of the most — if not the sexiest man you’ve laid your eyes upon.

His eyes turned to one of the drawer of his nightstand, he reached over and took out a small vial. “What is that?” you ask, eyeing the vial suspiciously.

“It’s rose oil, to reduce the pain.” he answered, leaning down to press a small bite against your rib, laughing lowly when he heard your breath hitch.

He placed the vial, on the sheet — next to you.

“You know, I had doubted you with your fight with your own knight. Never thought that I would find you willing to spread your legs open for me.” He says, not holding back on his cockiness.

Which guiltily made your cock twitch to which he responded — by taking a hold of your throbbing length.

“My pup liked that huh?” He said a grin forming on his lips — teasing, riling you up more.

“Pathetic.” he said in a chilling tone — massaging your left pec with his free hand. He brushed a finger tip on your nipple, before he leaned down and bit a circle mark on your now puffy bud.

You bit your lip, holding off any sounds to not boost his already huge ego. Squirming underneath him, shallowly thrusting into his hand that was grasping your cock.

His own dick was hard too, you could feel it poking your thighs in the slightest, its tip barely brushing against your skin.

Hyunjin didn’t like the lack of sounds one bit, he used his now free hand to place it at your lip, you looked at him confused.

When your mouth suddenly opened, breathing against his fingers — he took the opportunity to insert his slender fingers in your mouth.

“Hold in your sounds again, and I’ll make you choke on my dick. Got that?” he threatened, eerily glaring at you — his eyes were burning holes into your own.

You nodded submissively, to which he then turned his head into your leaking and throbbing cock. He leaned down — taking your cock in his mouth, sucking earnestly and running his tongue on the veins at the side.

You thrusted up into his mouth — a mix of whining and whimpering against his fingers that he was shoving down your throat.

His teeth brushed a tiny bit against your sensitive head causing you to cry out, sounding muffled by his fingers.

“C-Close..” You gurgled against his digits, he removed his mouth instantly from your length, a trail of spit connecting his mouth from your slit, smirking at you.

You let out a whine and tried to close your legs but Hyunjin was faster, he immediately placed his knees between your legs, keeping it open and spread.

“Tsk, Sluts don’t get to cum.” he growled, “Especially pathetic ones like you.”

He slowly pulled out his fingers from your mouth, coated in your own spit coating around it. He wiped his fingers on your sheets.

He look down at you as if you were prey to him — a small cat in a lion’s den, his eyes were heavily clouded with lust. He was itching, excited to claim you and your body, especially since you were willingly serving to him yourself in a silver platter.

He flipped you on all fours so that he could have easier access to your entrance, He smiled seeing you in such a vulnerable state, “You want this?” he mumbles leaning down to mouth at your shoulder, you whimper pushing back against him as you felt his dripping and hard cock press against the side of your ass.

You nodded twice as an answer to his question, he gripped your hair tightly, pulling on it. “Answer me, pup.” he growled deeply.

“Y-Yes.... fuck me, my—” You cut yourself off with a moan as Hyunjin touched the head of your overstimulated cock roughly. “Your what, pup?”

Dizzy from pleasure, you said the first thing that popped into your mind, “M-Master?” you moaned shortly after as he squeezed your hardening length.

“Mm, I’m your master, and you’re my slutty puppy. Aren’t you?” he said in a teasing voice, removing his hand from your cock before he prodded at your rim with a dry thumb. Applying pressure but not enough to breach the soft skin.

You let out a whimper, pushing against his fingers multiple times like a bitch in heat.

It was pathetic really, at how much willing you just want to be fucked by him already, you wrapped your own hand around your leaking length to remove some pressure — only to be met by the harsh grip of Hyunjin’s palm, “Touch yourself and I’d make sure you won’t cum tonight for a second time.”

You whined at his words and slowly remove your hand as your pre-cum started to drip down and dirty the sheets.

He finally took the vial of rose oil that he sat aside, opening it with a pop sound — he poured a generous amount of it on his fingers before prodding your entrance with two fingers. “Say ‘Red’ if it gets too much, pup, okay?” he said, showing off a softer side of him.

You looked at him wide eyes at smiled lightly before nodding.

You let out a thrilled moan as two fingers, quickly made work to stretch you out, you saw his cock and it looked like it won't be an easy fit unless you get properly stretched.

. .

Two fingers slowly turned to four after awhile, increasing the sound you were making and decreasing Hyunjin’s patience. He just wanted to fuck you at this point on, but for safety of you — not yet.

Hyunjin was purposefully avoiding your prostate, he didn't want you to cum yet from his fingers especially since you were dripping a lot.

Hyunjin kept pumping his fingers inside of you, while also ravishing different parts of you, getting into work of marking every part he could find — from your shoulders down to your pretty thighs. Almost every mark is either a dark purple hue or bright red bite.

“I’m ready, fuck... Hwang just fuck me already.” you said impatiently at how long he dragged on the teasing. Hyunjin laughed at how vocal you now were, quite the contrast to the babbling mess you were earlier.

“Don’t be impatient.” he said, glaring at you and taking a firm grip on your ass, squeezing it tightly. You scoff at him, reaching back and sneakily taking ahold of his cock — it leaking slight pre-cum on it’s tip.

“Like you aren’t impatient.” you retorted back even with his fingers basically deep inside you.

He growled deeply and pulled his fingers out — you letting out a clear moan at the rough movement of his digits. Your hole clenched around nothing, it slightly gaping from being stretched around four of his fingers.

“Pups should learn their place.” he said coldly, getting the vial and pouring all of the remaining contents on his hand before slowly jerking himself off to slick up his dick.

You heard some shuffling before suddenly the air was knocked out of you, “Fuck. Fuck.” you chanted as Hyunjin moments ago fucked into you, his hands flew into your hips as he already started a harsh pace turning your mind hazy.

“You like this already, huh?” He mumbles, gripping your hips tighter, as he deeply thrusts into you. He was still avoiding your sensitive spot all this time.

“Such a good cocksleeve for me.” he hums with a smirk as he finally hit your prostate — known by you letting out the loudest moan yet.

Ah ah ah coming from your lips and his hips loudly slapping against your ass was the only thing you heard in the room, you were getting the best fuck of your life right here.

You could feel every vein — every ridge on his cock against your walls as he thrusts into you mercilessly, fucking the words out of you. It felt amazing and exciting at the same time.

Your body has given up trying to hoist itself up, so you collapse on the bed in a slumping position. He was still harshly gripping your hips, using your hole for his pleasure. You were whining against the sheets and messing it up with your drool. You were close as he hit your prostate a third time causing you to moan loudly.

“No more words to answer back, Y/N? Or are you already fucked that dumb?” he says, speeding up his pace, wanting to chase his release.

He was splitting you in half and you just nod slowly as your fists were squeezing the bedsheet, He let out a breathy laugh at that and continued his thrusts, relishing at your tired moans and pretty whines.

You pushed back against his thrusts, increasing the friction by alot.

He hit your prostate one last time and came undone untouched and without his permission. You moan loudly, barely getting muffled as you dig your head further into the pillow nearby. Your cock was getting milked for all it’s worth as he reached out to jerk you, wanting to make sure to get every last drop.

His thrusts were getting sloppier by the second, before moments later — he finally came with a groan, spilling himself into you and coating your walls with his white cum.

You whimpered as you felt him pull out, feeling some of the white substance drip into your thighs, “I-Inside, want you..” you mumble with him barely hearing it.

“Shh, I’ll clean you up first pup.” Hyunjin said, leaving and going into his bathroom to find a damp cloth.

While he left for the bathroom, you laid there on your chest — sighing.

What happened to the 'no fucking around' rule that you seem to follow, you promised yourself that ‘Y’ was the first and last. You rolled over to your side, wincing at how the cum drizzled out of your swollen hole. He had a lot of cum suprisingly.

. .

On a short moment’s notice, Hyunjin finally arrived to find you laying to your side, your eyes signaling that you were deep in thought.

“You okay? Did I go too hard?” He walked near you to which your eyes drifted to his face slowly to which you gave him a small smile.

“No.. I had fun time, thank you for taking good care of me, Prince Hyunjin.” you answered him, keeping the small smile before you turned to him.

He nods, “Just call me Hyunjin, no need for formality.” he moves closer to you, sitting down next to your back. He trailed the towel in his hand near your hole — removing the cum around your ring of muscles gently.

“One problem though...” you whispered, looking up at him with tired eyss before eyeing the bruises and marks on your body made by the dominant prince.

He grins sexily, “Keep it as a reminder to you ans to people who’d dare sleep with you.” He said, touching the marks softy after wiping your hole that was seeping with his cum.

You groaned in annoyance, “I’m serious, Hwang.” you shot back to him with an impatient glare. You click your tongue as no answer came out of his mouth.

He grabbed a small vial of ointment from his drawers to make sure your skin wouldn’t have any problems from his bruises and to make sure it would heal. He hummed while he applied it on the marks.

You sigh and allowed to treat you before he opened his lips to speak, “I’ll go over to your kingdom tomorrow.” he mumbles, wiping his hand on the sheet as he grabbed an underwear from his drawer.

You watched him put it on, looking away from him a bit shy, to which thank god that he didn't notice.

You looked up at him questioningly, “Hm? Why?” you tilted your head like a puppy to which he moved closer to pet you.

“I want your hand in marriage.” he said straightforwardly with a smile plastered in his face. He grabbed your chin making you look up at him, he leaned down and kissed you before you squeak embarrassingly.

You look at him dumbfounded and shocked beyond belief — your mouth hanging open with eyes wide, “Hwang, what? You’re going a bit too fast—”

He grabbed your hand suddenly and kissed the top of it before looking up at you, “Nothing’s too fast when I already like you and I want you.”

You groaned, knowing he won't let this go. Your parents should reject since they know that you’re not ready for marriage yet. Right? Hopefully, you prayed silently that your parents for once reject something so outrageous.

“We’ll talk about this tomorrow, I’m too tire—”

“HYUNJIN! IT’S TIME FOR YOUR END SPEECH, OH MY GOD, I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LEFT YOUR OWN PARTY.” Someone with a female voice yelled while banging on the other side of the door. You froze at the sudden noise.

“Tch, my sister doesn’t know the meaning of staying calm half of the time.” he mumbles, brushing his hand across his long hair.

“I’ll come down in a few!” Hyunjin said loud enough for the lady give a last hit to the poor door before leaving.

He looked at you before grabbing his clothes from the party and slowly dressed himself up, “I’ll see you, Y/N.” he said after getting fully dressed, he looked back and winked at you before smiling a bright one.

You sigh as you get up from his bed and limped to collect your clothes around the room, sighing once more as you dressed yourself up. “Marriage... hm.” you were having troubling thoughts about this, sudden marriage proposal — especially with someone you just met like 3 hours ago.

“Time to go fetch the dumbass and leave, I wanna sleep.” You said annoyed, referring to that stupid knight of yours that went missing when the event started.

You look at the closet mirror and fixed your hair also trying to cover the visible marks but to no avail still failed to do so. You were gonna sneak out of here, and hopefully Hwang just forgets what he said earlier.

Extended Scene

“Lino, I swear why do you look like a weirdo right now.” you said, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. You were referring to how he looked like dumbstruck with love.

He hisses at you, “Shut up, why do you have hickeys then huh?” Minho answered you with another question as he looked over to you and rolled his eyes.

You huff, “I’m telling my parents that you were disrespecting me early in the party.”

He smirks and looks over to you with one of his eyebrows raised, “Then I guess you wouldn't mind what fun you did in the party, I mean with the limping and stuff.” he threatens back, chuckling.

“You little shi—”

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pietrosskinnyjeans · 3 years ago

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The one where you comfort him

It had been just under 2 months since the battle of Sokovia, when I had used my healing abilities to bring Pietro Maximoff back to life. Before this, I had only healed mild wounds, cuts and sprains, so after the shock of realising I was able to resurrect, my god complex was at an all time high. Pietro and his sister weren’t all too fond of me to begin with, given the destruction my father’s weapons had brought upon their lives. However, they certainly warmed up to me after I saved Pietro. I’m not all that mad about it though, I mean, who doesn’t love a good ol’ enemies to lovers trope? I know this isn’t wholly appropriate to think, considering that he is my teammate and dating him would cause a plethora of issues. But, he’s a 6 foot tall, blue eyed boy with an 8 pack and a slavic accent, how could I not think about such things?

Adjusting to American life as avengers hadn’t been easy for the twins, but I’d like to think that I was helpful as possible, introducing them to American traditions and assisting them in improving their English. Although, regardless of any of my actions, or any of the teams’, it was apparent Pietro wasn’t adjusting all that well. Wanda had mentioned to me he had quite a reputation in Sokovia, and was anything but introverted, yet here it appeared that he had completely retreated into his shell. I mean, can’t really blame him though, if I was resurrected I think I would have gone through a full scale mental breakdown, wondering whether my life had meaning, and whether I was meant to be revived in the first place. Oh, and he was also living with the person who invented the things which were responsible for his parents death, so that probably wasn't very fun.

Wanda had gone out to pick up the takeaway we were having for dinner with Natasha, Clint and Steve. Whilst it may have seemed a little excessive to bring 4 people to pick up takeaway to anyone else, you must be reminded how much food it takes to take to feed a team of ‘enhanced individuals’ as the government calls us. I mean, Pietro can eat 5 whole pizzas on his own without breaking a sweat.

Bruce and my dad were in the lab, so I went looking for my favourite wannabe Guy Fieri so I wasn’t standing around the compound by myself like a sad loner (I mean seriously, with that hair he could be a Vegas impersonator or something (perhaps a future career to pursue if this whole ‘avengers thing’ doesn’t work out??)).

I walked towards his bedroom and knocked lightly, not wanting to waltz into his room unannounced. He opened the door, the somber impression that was present on his face fading rather quickly, and was replaced by a false sense of content.

‘Hey princeza, you want to come into my room?’ he said playfully, a small smirk forming on his lips.

‘Sure I don’t mind, just wanted someone to talk to. Everyone is either in the lab or going to get food.’ I stated rather bluntly, butterflies appearing once I noticed how close he was to me.

He opened the door wider and gestured for me to enter his room. I entered and immediately noticed The Dick Van Dyke Show playing on his TV. ‘odd choice’ I thought to myself.

‘Didn’t take you as someone who liked watching old American sitcoms, Pietro’ I said, chuckling slightly

At my remark, his face dropped slightly, as he stared reminiscently at the TV.

I looked at him, and realised tears were beginning to well in his eyes.

‘Are you ok?’ I asked, to which he cleared his throat and responded

with ‘fine’ rather harshly.

Instinctively, I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, to which he failed to shake off, and began to speak, starting to sense what the matter was.

‘ Hey, I know you’ve had to be strong for the longest time. You’ve had to be there to protect your sister, comfort her, and suppress your own feelings in the process. But listen to me when I say this, Piet, you don’t have to be so strong anymore. You no longer have to suppress all these emotions you feel. You have Clint, Nat, the whole team. I momentarily averted my gaze, before staring into his sapphire eyes once more. You have me.

Tears welled in his eyes, and I was quickly pulled into his chest. My heart ached for him as he clung to me tightly whilst sobbing. I began to lightly rub his back with one hand, and stroked his hair gently with the other, softly muttering ‘its ok, you're safe with me’.

I know, I know, it all seems very cringe worthy. But honestly, I was just proud that I wasn’t laughing. You see, I'm not all that good at comforting others.

After a moment, he sniffled and gently pulled away, eyes puffy.

I smiled gently at him, and stroked his cheek, in an attempt to provide some comfort.

‘I'll be there to listen if you want to talk. No matter what time it is, where we are, come and find me. To remind you that after everything that has happened, you’re finally safe. And, whilst the events of the past cannot be erased, to remind you that you’re going to be ok. Because you don’t have to suffer alone anymore.’

‘Princeza, that sounds like something in one of those stupid American movies’ He said, laughing heartily whilst wiping his tears.

‘I was trying to be comforting!!’ I exclaimed, my smile mirroring his

‘Yes, well, maybe don't do that again, because it was really, really bad’ He chuckled once more before seeing a slight pout evident on my lips, following up his previous remark with a ‘ok, ok I am joking.. It was pretty cute.’

“Aha! I knew it!!’ I shouted, whilst playfully slapping his arm

We were silent for a moment, before he moved himself closer to me and shifted his gaze from my eyes to my lips ( which honestly made me feel like I was about to have a goddamn heart attack ). He continued to close the distance between us, and placed a passionate yet gentle kiss on my lips.

He pulled away, and noticed my visibly shocked impression (honestly, at this moment I was just thinking how dead I was gonna be when my dad found out. But also like !!! he kissed me!! )

‘What? You didn’t see that coming?’ He said playfully

‘You know, you really need to get a new catchphrase. Because that one, is absolutely horrible.’ I said, before I leaned in for another kiss.

Note: So i’ve never rlly written anything before so this is probably not the best. But, I was bored and didn’t want to study so here we are. Lmk if there are any ways I can improve !!

#pietro maximoff #pietro #marvel #mcu #age of ultron #aou #pietro x reader #pietro x y/n #wanda maximoff #maximoff twins #pietrooneshot #pietro fluff #pietroangst #pietro maximoff fluff #pietro maximoff angst

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kaptainkit · 3 years ago

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Jester used to think about ships passing in the night and how heartbreaking it must be to meet and connect only to part and never see each other again. As she stands by the harbor with the Nein Heroez at her back and Nicodranas over Caleb’s shoulder, Jester wonders if passing ships are all the two of them will ever be.

port of call

Her eyes are closed and the wind is tossing her hair like billowing sails when she hears him approach.

His footsteps are even and not as loud as those of the roughest traders she’s met, but the pier is oddly quiet today, and the way his boots hit the dock is as unmistakable to Jester as nearly everything about Caleb Widogast has become.

She turns, still smiling. “Come to see me off?”

The words are already out of her lips even before her eyes are fully open, and it’s the excuse she will give for why she runs out of breath the moment she finally catches glimpse of him.

“Hi,” she says when she finds her voice again.

Unlike her, Caleb has his long hair tied in a ponytail. It leaves his face unhindered and the handsome, greeting smile he gives her for all the harbor to see. “Hello, Jester.”

“Oh, Cayleb!” She jumps in place and starts to move closer to him, helpless against the twitching of her fingers. “You should really let me braid your hair again!”

But before she can close the distance between them, another strong breeze sweeps through the docks, and it sends Jester’s own wayward hair to one side, some of the strands twisting up around her horns. The strength of the gust is not enough to knock her off balance, but it pulls a startled yelp out of her and a muffled snort from Caleb.

“Hey!” Jester laughs as she drops her reaching hands to hold her hair together.

Caleb is shaking his head, but he’s also chuckling. “Perhaps we should tend to yours first, ja?”

She wants to scowl because it’s obvious he’s teasing her, but the feeling doesn’t last very long and she’s grinning again, because he’s teasing her. “Really? But you never braid my hair!” With one free hand and her tail, she starts patting herself for the tie she knows she has. “Can you do it like how you did for Veth that one time? It was so pretty! But wait, I gotta find my lucky ribbon first—”

“Jester.”

She looks up, and the expression on Caleb’s face makes her stop and abandon her quest altogether. “What?”

“I. . . do not think we have time to do any braiding today.”

Caleb’s eyes are fixed on something behind Jester, and when she follows his gaze, she finds Kingsley climbing up the gangplank to their ship, talking animatedly with a nervous-looking Gallan. Waiting for them on the deck are most of the crew, a blur of busy hands preparing the Nein Heroez for departure. Kingsley seems to be giving their poor carpenter enthusiastic orders, and Gallan’s increasingly worried reactions make Jester giggle.

He’s awfully chipper, their new Tealeaf. Sometimes even moreso than Jester herself. It’s both a comfort and a bittersweet proof, every reminder that he really is neither Lucien nor Molly.

“I guess you’re right,” she tells Caleb. Orly did say they need to leave before sundown.

“I’m surprised you did not let your mother do it for you, though.” Jester frowns when she faces Caleb again, and it makes him fumble as he backtracks. “Er, at least I thought– I assumed that was something you two do.”

Suddenly Jester feels irritation burn up her throat at how they’re still talking about hair, especially when he’s made it clear that they don’t have much time left. “I can braid my own hair, Cayleb.”

“Y–yes, of course. I knew that.”

“I am very good at it, remember?” she huffs. “I would’ve made a really awesome braid with your hair again if only you’d let me.”

This time, Caleb doesn’t respond. He only gives her one of those pained winces of his that say too much and yet never nearly enough. The kind of look that has always made Jester feel like a proper sapphire in a tower: precious but ultimately untouchable.

She stops holding her head and fiddles with her hand instead. Even though Jester remains inordinately frustrated, in the end she can’t really stay mad at Caleb. Not when they don’t have long.

“And, uh, I had to leave Mama when I had the chance,” Jester admits quietly. The memory makes her scowl, so she continues with a wail, “It’s because I could tell she was starting to cry! And if she cried, I would cry, and then I’d never be able to leave! So I ran.” She hears Caleb’s sharp intake of breath, and she quickly adds, “But I could hear her laughing! So it’s all good. She’ll be fine, it’s okay.”

Caleb nods, relieved, but his smile doesn’t return. “That is. . . good.”

He doesn’t appear convinced of his own reassurance, and the irritation inside Jester turns into that familiar, nameless ache that she’s come to associate with moments when they can’t seem to find the right words to say to each other.

She turns a little so she’s looking out into the water, angling herself so a sidelong glance still catches Caleb’s face. Somehow, it’s the only way she can truly look at him lately.

“You weren’t there,” Jester almost whispers. “At the Chateau. Everyone else was there to say goodbye.” The wind is calmer now. She can speak more softly but with no doubt that Caleb hears her.

He’s quiet for a while before she hears, “Veth. . . needed my help. She was preparing a farewell present for Fjord.”

Despite her souring mood, Jester giggles again. She knows exactly what that present is. “Ooooh yeah, yeah. Veth spent all day yesterday making it. Yeza helped, too! It’s really brilliant.”

“That is one way of putting it, ja.”

Jester waits until she catches his eye, but she makes sure to still smile to soften the blow. “But they were there this morning,” she tells him. “Veth and Yeza.” And Luc. And Beau, and Yasha, and Caduceus.

Yet no Caleb.

It’s obvious she’s snared him on a poor excuse, and his cheeks, now with a dusting of pink, threaten to crumple. There is that wince again, now deeper and even more heartbreaking.

Before Jester can feel any kind of guilt, however, Caleb notices her watching, waiting. He straightens and pulls himself together long enough to say, “Well. It is possible she left me alone to carry the things by myself.”

The wind blows again, and Jester drops her hand and sighs.

Usually, she finds pleasure and pride standing witness to moments when Caleb marches in front of foes or allies and plucks from the truth the best defense or offense that they need to win. Not only is it always a display of his sheer brilliance but also of the capacity for mischief that Jester is aware he possesses and she so greatly enjoys.

But that same brilliance also means he already has answers prepared for all the questions Jester’s never been able to ask, even if not all of them are necessarily the truth.

Instead of teasing him with a reminder that Veth Brenatto is far too clever to trust Caleb with anything that requires physical strength, Jester sets her gaze back on the nearing sunset.

“I told Veth to set it up on the Lighthouse,” Jester says. “When she asked me where Fjord would go last.”

She is facing the wrong side with her back to the Wildmother’s temple, Jester knows, as her eyes map a good stretch of the Open Quay.

“He and Caduceus had one final ritual to do.”

Not unlike her and Caleb now, Jester had stumbled upon Fjord and Caduceus dancing around their own farewell earlier. Though many things between her and Fjord remain uncertain despite the journey they are to embark together, Jester is sure of at least a few.

Her suggestion that the sanctuary of their shared goddess would be great for a quiet moment of worship — and the tender, knowing look from her fellow cleric that she got in response — is the least Jester could do to ease people’s hearts at this point in their journey where parting is inevitable. Even if none of those hearts can be hers.

“What about you?” she asks Caleb, folding her arms to ward off the chill she shouldn’t even be feeling. “Do you have a present or a ritual for me before I go?”

He gasps, clearly startled. “Jester—”

“Because if you do, it has to be, like, right now.”

She twists a bit to steal a quick glance before turning away again, a touchstone to keep her going even as her heart pounds the way it’s only ever done when she’s facing ancient dragons and miserable hags.

“It doesn’t even have to be a present! I mean– a gift would be nice, but maybe something different from Veth’s? It’d be super funny, but I don’t think it would suit me very much.” She grins and forces enthusiasm into the empty air that’s kind-of-but-not-quite between them. “So, do you really have one? A gift for me? Can I see it?”

As the words continue to tumble out of Jester’s lips, faster than she can think about them and against the hammering of her chest that’s made her too nervous to even really hear what she's saying, she curls both of her hands into tighter fists.

Before her, reflected into the frustratingly calm waters, the sun doesn’t slow its descent, unaware or maybe just uncaring of Jester’s frantic efforts to hold on to what’s left of her last day home.

It’s Caleb’s polite cough that snaps her out of her despair, and Jester’s shoulders sag in a final sort of defeat.

“I’m sorry,” she mumbles with her head down.

There’s another wince in Caleb’s response that she doesn’t need to see to be able to recognize when she hears him say, “Jester, you don’t—”

“But I do!” she interrupts with a voice that goes embarrassingly shrill. Jester has to swallow when she looks up to continue in a voice that still has a bit of dignity left. “Have something for you, I mean. Uh, something to say. Not a gift.”

When Jester finally faces Caleb again, her heart has settled, taking root in the resolve that all of her courage has given her. She allows herself to watch his bemused and worried face. Instead of shying away from it, this time, Jester welcomes the ache and lets it move her forward.

Behind Caleb, the outline of Nicodranas is nothing but a swirl of familiar colors that seem to also toe the line between holding her back and letting her go.

“I was a little glad, I guess. That you weren’t there to say goodbye. Okay, wait— that sounds bad. But I don’t mean it like that! I swear! I just meant– I wouldn’t know how to say it, you know? Goodbye. To you.”

She makes her pinched eyes meet his, and even through his confusion Caleb nods, giving her both permission and strength to continue.

“I guess because part of me still wanted you to come?” Jester admits. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since Fjord and I started making plans, and I wanted to tell you right away! But– I knew you’d never say yes and that you have other plans, so I– I just. Didn’t ask.”

Even as the thoughts and feelings she’s been keeping for what feels like forever start to form themselves into words, Jester realizes that this offer to travel with them has only ever been for Caleb. She and Fjord invited everyone when they told the party their plans, but they both knew it was more a formality than anything else. For the man standing in front of her now, though, Jester knows the question is tied to a response that, either way, would’ve answered for her more than just an acceptance to sail the Lucidian Ocean.

Maybe that’s why she never got around to asking it.

“I’m sorry if I never said it,” Jester hears herself go on, above the hitch in her breath that Caleb echoes.

Somehow, they both seem to come to an understanding that this is now about more than what she can outright say it is.

“But it– it took forever for me to figure it out, and I was always gonna know what you’re gonna answer anyway, so why bother, right? Besides, Fjord has– he has plans, yeah? And I told myself, you know what? Those plans sound good! I can see myself doing that! But it didn’t mean I forgot about wanting to ask you still, because it was still there and I don’t think it’s ever gonna stop being there, but you were never gonna say yes to me, Cayleb, so why do I keep wanting to ask you!”

When she’s done — more from running out of breath than out of more things to say — Jester feels every inch of her skin burn from both shame and righteousness. She’s held Caleb’s blue eyes all throughout, and when she gasps at the end of her final exclamation, she sees him gasp with her.

His gaze is filled with so much painful realization that it snuffs out the rest of the flames in Jester’s chest and, like the sunset next to them, she lets herself sink into this farewell one last time.

She watches Caleb’s face, commits every detail to memory, and wonders if this is what it feels like to miss someone you’re still about to leave behind.

Jester wonders if this is really the end of such a long time trying and failing to find a person who’s standing right in front of her.

“Goodbye, Caleb.”

She turns, her swimming vision making her ship just a little more than a blur, and starts to walk away.

“Jester, wait!”

There’s a loud thud behind her, a single step against the wood of the dock. For some reason, it rings louder and truer than anything Jester’s ever heard before.

It makes her pause mid-stride and listen.

“I think I—”

All of the harbor hears Caleb Widogast take a deep and decisive breath, and despite her trembling, Jester can’t help but feel so proud of him.

“I. . . may have something I need to tell you, as well.”

(read on ao3)

#critical role #cr2 #jester lavorre #caleb widogast #widojest #otp: i'll tell you later #my writing #*

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dialovers-translations · 3 years ago

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Diabolik Lovers LUNATIC PARADE ;; Yuma Route ー Chapter 2

ー The scene starts in the hotel room

Yui: Nn...Huh? Seems like I nodded off...

Yuma: Zz...Snooore...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Yuma-kun, wake up. ...Shouldn’t we head back to the sweets shop soon?

( We definitely aren’t professional cooks, so we might not be able to do much but...I can’t help but get curious. )

( Besides, there might be something we can help out with... )

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: Hey, Yuma-kun, did you hear me!?

Yuma: Nnah...? For some reason...Ya smell hella sweet...

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ...! Yuma-kun?

( Is he still half-asleep, perhaps? He’s got me in a firm hold, so I can’t move... )

Yuma: ...Hehe, your face’s bright red. Whatcha gettin’ all excited for first thing in the morning, huh?

Yui: ...! Geez, don’t tease me.

Yuma: Yer fault for hoverin’ over me. Ya can’t really blame me for gettin’ the wrong idea, can ya?

Yui: That wasn’t my intention...Hey, why don’t we go check up on how things are going over at the kitchen?

Yuma: Ahー ... Good idea. I’m sure the cake’s startin’ to shape up by now, so let’s go take a look.

Yui: Yeah!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the kitchen of Sapphire Sweets Shop

Yui: ( Wow...! This heated atmosphere is on a completely different level from yesterday! )

( The kitchen staff seems highly focused as well...I guess I should just quietly watch from a corner so I don’t get in their way...? )

Yuma: Hey! Nice goin’ peeps!! Can I help y’all with somethin’?

Sweets Shop Owner: Oh, it’s you two! There’s plenty you can help out with!

Yuma: Gotcha. What should we start with?

Sweets Shop Clerk: Could you wash the dirty bowls and such?

Yuma: So dishwashin’ and such? ...Come on, you’re joinin’ me as well.

Yui: S...Sure!

( Just like I thought, Yuma-kun’s communication skills (1) are so much more impressive than mine. )

( I was totally at a loss whether I should reach out to them or not...So I really respect that side of him. )

*TIMESKIP*

*Pshhh*

Yui: ( As to be expected of such a big cake, but the amount of dirty dishes isn’t a joke either...! )

Yuma: Come on, keep on movin’ those hands and dry those plates! Or else ya won’t be able to keep up, ya know?

Yui: Yes...!

Yuma: If ya drop them, we gotta clean them again after all.

Yui: ( Uu...Right. I have to be quick, careful and precise... )

ー The staff starts to celebrate

Sweets Shop Owner: Great! This was the final layer of sponge cake! We’ll go build the cake together on the plaza now, so you two should join us as well.

Yuma: Oh, ya can finally put it together?

Yui: Thank god...!

Sweets Shop Cerk: Yes, it’s all thanks to you two. Come on, you can stop washing dishes and come with us.

Yui: Yes!

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the plaza at Saint Nore Park

Yui: ( Wow...Amazing! A brand-new giant cake was born in the blink of an eye! )

Sweets Shop Owner: It’ll be complete once we put together the other side. It turned out pretty well, don’t you think?

Yuma: Heeh...Lookin’ good! It seems even more delicious than the first one?

Yui: Geez, Yuma-kun. That’s quite rude to say, you know?

Sweets Shop Owner: No, he is exactly right. I think we were all influenced by your determination, which yielded these wonderful results.

This might sound like a strange thing to say but...Thank you.

Yuma: Yeah...Well, I mean, the fact it turned out even better than before proves that ya guys got skill, right?

Yui: Fufu...Exactly.

ー The crowd begins to cheer

Yuma: Ah? The fuck’s happenin’?

Sweets Shops Owner: Seems like they’ve finished the decorations, so it’s finally time for the last finishing touch.

Oi, carry over the goods.

Sweets Shop Clerk: Yes.

Yui: ( Eh? Those red things...Could they be strawberries? )

Sweets Shop Clerk: ...Well then, we’ll use these to finish off the cake! They’re quite heavy so be careful, okay?

*Rustle*

Yui: ( Eh? ...She handed me a strawberry...!? )

( It’s enormous...I can barely carry it in both hands. )

Yuma: These...No way, are they domestic strawberries!? (2)

Sweets Shop Owner: Of course. Size does matter when you want to impress the public.

Yuma: Damn...! I heard these bad boys can get big if ya raise them right but I’ve never seen one this huge...!

Sweets Shop Clerk: Fufu, it’s truly a miracle we were able to get our hands on some just in time. Perhaps you two brought this forth as well?

Yui: Eh? I didn’t do anything...If anything, we only caused trouble, I don’t think any amount of apologies would make up for it.

Sweets Shop Owner: No, you are the perfect person to add the finishing touches. The big cake 2.0 was born as a result of your kindness.

I’m grateful that you allowed me to experience the joy of making it all over again. Come on, don’t be modest and put the strawberries on top.

Yui: But...

Yuma: God, who would still hesitate after hearin’ all of that?

Come on, hold it securely with both hands...Don’t lose yer balance and fall over, ‘kay?

Yui: ...Yeah!

ー Yui walks up to the cake

Yui: ( Heave-hoh...Around here, right? )

Yuma: Looks good! Go!

Yui: Yeah! ...There!

*Rustle rustle*

ー The crowd cheers again

Sweets Shop Owner: Oohー! Now it’s finally complete!

Sweets Shop Clerk: I’m so glad...Truly! Thank you, everyone!

Yui: ( I really am glad...The large cake we made together looks dazzling. )

Yuma: Yeah...Good job!

Yui: Yes...You too, Yuma-kun! Thank you for helping out!

Yuma: I’m obviously gonna help out when you’re in a pinch? Soーー

Sweets Shop Owner: Thanks you two!!

*Rustle rustle*

Yuma: Haah!? Wait, stay away from me! Let go! I’m not interested in huggin’ it out with another dude!!

Sweets Shop Owner: Don’t say that! Let’s both share the happiness like this!

*Rustle*

Yuma: Cut it out! Let go! ...Fuck, why are artisans this damn strong...!?

Yui: ( Fufu...It’s a little strange to see them hug like that when they were literally at each other’s throats at first. )

Male Vampire D: Yay! Congratulations on finishing the giant cake!!

ー A random Vampire hugs Yui

Yui: Kyah...!?

Male Vampire D: You’re the one who put on the strawberries at the end, right? Let’s hug to celebrate this memorable moment!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: L-Let go, please...!

Yuma: ...Oi.

Male Vampire D: Hm? Oh dear, mister...What’s with the scary face?

Yuma: That chick belongs to me! Let go of her already!!

ー Yuma tugs Yui his way

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah!

Male Vampire D: Wow! Look at you lovebirds! You’re really laying it on thick, huh?

Yuma: Hell yeah! So we don’t need a third wheel, scram!

Yui: Geez...You don’t need to put it like that...

Yuma: Hell nah. ...You’re at fault for bein’ so damn reckless.

Yui: ( He does make a fair point but...It’s embarrassing in front of all of these people. )

Clown D: Ahー There you are! Thank you, Miss, Mister!

Yui: Ah, Mr. Clown!

Clown D: I honestly didn’t think you would actually make the giant cake again from scratch. It blew my socks off!

Yuma: Yeah! We’re shocked ourselves as well.

Yui: Yes. We would have never been able to come this far without the others’ help so...Please show your gratitude to everyone.

Clown D: Yeah, sure! Still, I’m glad it all worked out in the end~!

For some reason everyone looks so happy, I truly am glad it was you two who fell into the cake!

Yuma: Right?

Clown D: Yes, yes! ...That being said, why don’t you go enjoy the Parade now that you’re here?

*Flip*

Yui: Eh?

Clown D: Here. These are VIP tickets handed out to us clowns. It lets you board all of the rides as many times as you want without having to line up at all!

Yui: Eh...? We can’t accept this when we’re the ones who caused you trouble.

Besides, we should return to the Sweets Shop and help with the clean-up...

Sweets Shop Clerk: Oh dear, our Familiars have long finished cleaning. So please go and have fun to your heart’s content.

Yui: But...

Yuma: Heeh, guess I’ll take ya up on yer offer then. Thanks!

Yui: Gosh! Yuma-kun, you...

Clown D: It’s fine, really! Go and have a blast!

I’m sure the giant cake will look quite impressive when viewed from above while riding the rollercoaster?

Yuma: ...Ya heard the guy. Come on, let’s go!

Yui: Yeah...Excuse me!

Clown D: Hm? Yes?

Yui: We’re actually looking for a rare treasure hunter who goes by the name of Count Walter...

Since you interact with a lot of people, I figured you might know someone...

Clown D: Hm~ I’ve only heard the rumors and have never actually met him in person. Did he steal something from you, perhaps?

Yui: Yes...Something very important.

Clown D: Hm~ ...I’ve heard it’s basically impossible to steal back from him though.

Yui: ( Just as we thought. ...However, we can’t give up. )

I get it...We’ll try our best somehow. Mr. Clown, everyone, thank you so much!

Yuma: Thanks y’all! We’re gonna go have fun for a bit!

Clown D: Thank you from me as well!!

Sweets Shop Clerk: Fufu, have fun!

ー The scene shifts to Saint Nore Park’s venue

Yuma: Heeh...Apparently ya can board any ride without having to stand in queue with these VIP tickets.

I’ll let ya choose the first ride.

Yui: ( Hm...Which one should I pick? )

Selection

→ The Arcade

Yui: How about the Arcade?

Yuma: Aah? I don’t mind, ‘course? But...Don’t tell me ya chose this place ‘cause it’s somethin’ I would enjoy too, did ya?

Yui: I mean, we’re here together so of course I did.

Yuma: God...I said I’d let ya choose, so don’t think that way!

Yui: Ah...

( Uu...Did I upset him a little? )

→ The Merry-Go-Round (☾)

Yui: In that case...The Merry-Go-Round!

Yuma: Ugh...S-Sure, I don’t mind?

Yui: ...Sorry, I guess you don’t like that?

Yuma: Well, I won’t say I’m thrilled ‘bout it, but if that’s what ya want, I’ll take one for the team.

However, don’t ya dare laugh at me sittin’ on top of one of those white horses!

Yui: O-Of course not.

( Yuma-kun sitting on top of a white horse...I can’t quite picture that. )

Yuma: Let’s get goin’ then! Come on...Gimme yer hand.

*Rustle*

Yui: ( His large hand...puts me at ease. )

Yuma: ...I told ya we’d think of a solution as we enjoy the Parade, remember? So I don’t want to see a frown.

...Don’t worry. I’ll definitely get yer heart back.

Yui: Yes...Thank you.

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( The Tea Cups, the Go-Carts and even the Ferris Wheel...We blasted through them in no time. It was so much fun. )

Yuma: Haha, with these special VIP tickets we got from the clown, we can easily bypass any crowd!

Yui: Yuma-kun, you probably shouldn’t say that out loud...The people around us are watching, you know?

Yuma: Aahn? That’s what I want, duh?

Yui: Eh?

Yuma: I mean, these tickets could be considered pretty rare on their own, no? The Count might be interested in them as well?

Yui: Ah...You make a good point...

Yuma: Hehe. You’ve already forgotten our objective? Well, I don’t hate seein’ ya get all caught up in havin’ fun with me either.

Yui: Uu...I’m sorry.

Yuma: Don’t apologize. ...I don’t mind. ‘Kay, next up...is that one! Let’s go!

ー The scene shifts to the Castle of Berawecka

Yui: ( It’s dark in here, I can’t quite see where I’m going...Uu, this place is creepy. )

Yuma-kun...You’re still there, right?

Yuma: Yeah. ...I’m gonna leave ya behind if ya keep walkin’ at such a snail’s pace, ya know?

Yui: No! Wait!

Yuma: Hehe. Then ya better hold onto the edge of my shirt. ‘Kay?

Yui: Yeah...

Yuma: Anyway, it really is dark...I can’t see a thing. I guess they’re usin’ some special shit to bypass Vampires’ night vision?

Yui: ( They really didn’t cut any corners... )

Kyah!

*Rustle*

Yuma: Woah! The fuck’s goin’ on!? Fuck, don’t pull me away!

*Rustle*

Yui: Ah!

( Oh no, I let go... )

Yuma-kun? Where are you?

( He’s gone...Uu, I’m scared, but seems like I’ll have to proceed by myself. )

( For now, I’ll just slowly make my way along the wall... )

*Splat*

Yui: Kyah!

( Uu...The wall’s all sticky. I better hurry and reunite with Yuma-kun. )

*Splat splat*

Yui: Yuma-kun? Where are you?

???: You must have nerves of steel if you can still afford to have fun out here at times like these.

Yui: ...Who’s there?

???: Fufu...I’m the one who took your precious heart.

Yui: No way...Count Walter?

Count Walter: Fufu. Pleased to make your acquantance. That being said, you have delivered excellent work!

Yui: What do you mean...?

Count Walter: I figured I would thank you personally for leading the way in the creation of a rarity.

Yui: ( A rarity...Is he talking about the giant cake, perhaps? )

( You can’t! That cake is the result of everyone’s blood, sweat and tears so it’s invaluable! )

Count Walter: Even if you say that...I have already made up my resolve. I will be on my way to retrieve the cake now.

Yui: No, wait!

( ...I have to stop him no matter what! )

ー Yui tries to chase after Walter, bumping into a random guy in the process

???: Uwah!

Yui: Kyaah!!

*THUD*

Yui: I-I’m so sorry!

Male Vampire A: Uu...Yeah...

ー He collapses

Yui: Eh!? Um, are you alright!?

( Oh no, this is my fault...! )

Yuma: Yui...! Where are you!? Fuck, I swear I heard her voice...!

Yui: Yuma-kun!

Yuma: So this is where you’ve been! ...Wait, who’s this dude?

Yui: I bumped into him just now, and now he won’t respond...What should I do!? Also, Count Walter is...!

( So many things happened at once, I don’t know where to even start...! )

Yuma: Oi, calm down. Just tell me one thing at a time...’kay?

Yui: Yes.

ー Yui explains everything to him

Yuma: ーー I got the gist of things. For one, this dude probably just hit his head a lil’ too hard.

Vampires don’t die so easily, so no worries.

As for the other issue...Say, are ya sure he introduced himself as Count Walter?

Yui: Yes. He knew about my heart as well, so I’m positive.

Yuma: Which means we need to rush to the plaza, pronto! Come on, let’s go!

Yui: Wait! I can’t leave this guy behind. We should at least wait until he regains consciousness...

Yuma: Aah? Didn’t ya hear me? This dude’s a Vampire so he can take a hit or two!

Yui: But I’m the one responsible, so I can’t just leave him here for dead.

Yuma: Honestly...Are ya for real now?

Yui: ...I am.

Yuma: Che...What’s more important to ya, this guy’s life or yer own life?

Yui: Well...Both are equally important.

Yuma: ...That only works in fairytales! ...Stop livin’ in yer utopian fantasies!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( ...Yuma-kun...? )

Yuma: If ya won’t listen to me...I’ll take ya with me by force.

It’d be a pain to have ya make a fuss, so I’ll make sure ya have no energy left...by doin’ this!

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( His fangs are against my shoulder...! )

...You can’t, not here...

Yuma: Shut up! ...If ya won’t treasure yerself, I have no other choice but to step in, right!?

Yui: ...Yuma-kun, Iーー

*Rustle rustle*

Male Vampire A: Nn...Where am I...?

Yui: ( ...! He woke up! )

ー Yui pushes Yuma away

*Thud*

Yuma: Woah...!

Yui: ( Sorry, Yuma-kun. But right now... )

I’m so sorry! I bumped into you because I wasn’t paying attention...

Male Vampire A: Hm...? Now that you mention it, something like that might have happened. I’m sorry for causing you trouble as well.

Yui: Oh no...Um, are you okay now?

Male Vampire A: Yes, I’m fine. I’ll get going then.

ー The other Vampire leaves

Yui: ( I’m glad he seemed fine... )

Yuma: ...Oi, don’t be spacin’ out now.

Yui: Ah...Sorry.

Yuma: We’re goin’ back to the plaza already.

ー Yuma starts walking away

Yui: ( He’s mad...I mean, I can’t blame him. )

( Anyway, for now...I’ll quickly make my way to the plaza. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the plaza

Yui: Haah...Haah...

Clown D: What is that!? Will another candle-substitute come falling from the sky again!?

Yuma: Fuck! ...There’s no time! Sow, come ‘ere!

Yui: Eh? ...Kyaah!

ー He lifts her up

*Rustle*

Yui: ( He threw me over his shoulder! But, like this...Please let us get there in time... )

Yuma: Is that Count what’s-his-name behind this too!?

Yui: I don’t know but it’s highly likely!

Sweets Shop Owner: Stop! Take anything but this cake!

Clown D: Aah! You’ve got to be kidding me...!

Yui: Ah...!

( A huge bat...No, an air balloon? It’s flying off into the distance with the giant cake...! )

Yuma: Wha...We were too late, huh? ...Or rather, that guy’s too damn quick!

Count Walter: This giant cake shall now be mine! All rarities in this world belong to me!!

Yuma: Oi! Hold it!! Where did ya take her heart!?

Count Walter: Hm? Oh...You two.

Yuma: I’ve heard ‘nough of yer bullshit! Give back her heart already!!

Count Walter: I cannot do that. ...If you wish to steal it back, then show me your bet!

Yuma: Fuck! This bastard is mockin’ me!

Count Walter: Well then, farewell!

Yui: No! Don’t take the cake!!

( We should have come here right away after all...If so, we might have been able to stop him, but I...! )

Clown D: No way. I can’t believe the cake got stolen again after we worked so hard to rebuild it~!

Sweets Shop Owner: T-This has to be a nightmare...Uu...

Yui: ( We all worked together on that cake...How could he... )

Yuma: ...Now he’s done it...Fuck!

Yui: I wonder...where that balloon is headed?

Yuma: ...Beats me.

Yui: Hey, let’s chase it as far as we can! We can’t just leave things as is...Not when everyone’s grieving!

If we manage to track down the balloon somehow, we might be able to get the cake back right away!

Yuma: ...

Yui: Yuma-kun?

Yuma: ...Shut up for a sec. Anyway, let’s get away from here.

*Rustle*

Yui: Eh? Kyaah!!

ー The scene shifts to Aizen Alley

*Thud*

Yui: ( Phew...He finally put me down. )

Hey, we have to hurry and go after theーー

*Rustle*

Yuma: Cut it out already!!

Yui: ...!

Yuma: Everyone is grieving? You can’t turn a blind eye to others? Why do you always put yerself on the backburner like that!?

Watchin’ ya do that...It pisses me the fuck off!!

Yui: But...I really can’t ignore it! Can you simply look away when people are suffering right in front of you!?

I’m sure that you would act as well if say Ruki-kun, Kou-kun or Azusa-kun were to get hurt!

You wouldn’t prioritize your own life and abandon them...Would you?

Yuma: ...’Course I wouldn’t.

Yui: Then...!

Yuma: So you’re sayin’ that those people over there are just as important to ya as us siblings are to each other!?

That’s what you’re implyin’ with those words, no? ...Why won’t ya get that!?

Yui: Well...

Yuma: ...Haah.

Yui: ( ...I guess he’s totally done with me now. )

Yuma: ...My bad for shoutin’ at ya. ...Come here.

*Rustle*

Yui: ...I have to say sorry too.

Yuma: ...Value yer own life a lil’ more. ...That bein’ said, I doubt you’ll listen to my advice.

So instead...Treasure yerself a lil’ more, for me. ‘Kay?

Yui: ...Yes.

But...I don’t want to give up on the cake. We worked so hard to make it...

Yuma: Haah...God, you’re so stubborn.

We can always have them make another one, right? We’ll just go ‘round again and bow our heads at a few people.

Yui: I don’t mind asking but there definitely won’t be enough ingredients left this time. ...That plan won’t work.

Yuma: Che...No need to remind me. Sorry for makin’ false promises.

Yui: No...I’m sorry as well.

Yuma: Cut it out, I don’t want to hear another apology for now.

Yui: I guess...I won’t be able to speak at all then.

Yuma: Is that so? Then want me to just seal yer lips with my own instead?

Yui: ...Gosh! Don’t even think abouーー

*Groooowl*

Yuma: Ahー Let’s just go fill our bellies for now.

Yui: Yeah...Good idea.

ー The scene shifts to café Tarte Tatin

*Cling*

Yui: ( Phew...I took Yuma-kun’s impressive appetite as an example, and now I’m stuffed as well. )

ー One of the waiters walks up to their table

Waiter A: My apologies for the wait. This is our seasonal mousse.

Yui: Huh? I didn’t order this though...

Yuma: Ahー Just put it over there.

Waiter A: Understood. ...Please take your time.

ー He walks away again

Yui: ...Eh?

Yuma: Ya know...I yelled at ya earlier, so I gotta make up for that somehow. Eat up.

Yui: Yes...Thank you.

*Cling*

Yuma: ...Haah.

Yui: ( Uu...I’m having a hard time putting my feelings into words. The conversation keeps getting stuck. )

Yuma: Ahー ...Fine! We can just take care of the giant cake and yer heart all at once, right?

Yui: But...Is there a way to do that?

Yuma: He said that all rarities belong to him, right? Then we just gotta prepare one of those rare goods to lure him out.

Then we capture his sad ass and take back everythin’ he stole from us.

Yui: But...What rarity are you going to prepare then?

Yuma: That’s...Well, that’s next on the agenda. So whatcha say?

Yui: Yeah...Good idea.

Yuma: So...Quickly eat your mousse and cheer up.

Yui: ( Yuma-kun...Thank you. )

*TIMESKIP*

ー The scene shifts to the hotel room

Yui: ( Phew...The illumination we saw on the way back was really pretty. )

( Walking hand-in-hand...While we didn’t exchange much words, I felt really happy. )

Yuma: Right...I nearly forgot.

*Rustle rustle*

Yui: ( Hm? I wonder what he’s planning to do with his cellphone...? )

Yuma: ...Oh, Ruki? Say, do ya happen to know where we can get our hands on some rare goods ‘round here?

Yui: ( He’s asking Ruki-kun for advice. )

Yuma: Yeah...Wait, that’s obviously not gonna happen! Don’t ya know anythin’ a lil’ further down on the difficulty scale?

Aahn...? Yeah, she’s doin’ great. ...Heeh, glad to hear.

Sure. ...Talk to you later then.

*Beep*

Yui: What did he say?

Yuma: He didn’t know ‘bout any rare goods but...That crystal you’ve got buried inside of ya should still last for a while.

Yui: I see...

Yuma: Yeah, that’s good news, right? It bought us some time to find a rarity.

Yui: But we have no clues, right? Wouldn’t it just be quicker to simply chase after the Count then?

Yuma: Hmー ...I’m not sure. That guy’s constantly jumpin’ from one place to another, so in that regard, a treasure doesn’t run away at least.

Yui: ( I guess he does have a point...Seems like we still have some time as well, so I guess we’ll try looking for something valuable. )

Yuma: ...Judgin’ by the look on yer face, you’re up for it, huh?

Yui: Eh? How could you tell?

Yuma: ‘Cause I’ve watched yer face to the point of bein’ sick of it, duh. ...Pwaaah.

Yui: Guess we should call it a day.

Yuma: Yeah...Come here.

ー He pulls her close

*Rustle*

Yui: Wah...

*Creaaak*

Yuma: Let’s sleep. ...Just stay in my arms like that.

Yui: Sure...Goodnight.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

Translation notes

(1) In Japanese, she calls him someone who is capable of talking to/reaching out to anyone.

(2) They are called makai ichigo or ‘Demon World strawberries’. Since other sub-scenarios have also hinted at fruits/vegetables grown in the Demon World being much larger, I assume that the regular sized variants might be imported from the human world.

← RETURN TO CHAPTER 1

→ PROCEED WITH MAIN STORY [CHAPTER 3]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #1 [W/ LAITO]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #2 [W/ KOU]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #3 [W/ AZUSA]

→ SUB-SCENARIO #4 [W/ CARLA]

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onewithnomightypowers · 3 years ago

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Old Habits

pairing: Tom Holland x fem!reader

summary: Old habits come back when you meet an ex lover after a long time. Conversations feel like you never stopped talking to them. Sometimes you have to see them one last time to say goodbye like you mean it but most of the time it doesn’t go as planned.

warning: drinking

words: 2.1k

a/n: could be read as part 2 of last kiss but is a stand alone. got a bit poetic at the end. hope you guys like it. and as always, love reading your opinions/reactions. also asks are open. (gif not mine)

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'@tomholland2013 posted a story'

She picked up her phone to open Instagram. Yes, Y/N still had notifications on for his account even after they were broken up for months. Classic Tom.

He posted two of the same picture on his story. No one understood how that would happen almost every time, not even the people working at Instagram to whom they contacted about the glitch.

Tom had his hair slicked back, standing in a white t-shirt next to Harry, his brother, giving a million-dollar smile. They were holding a clapperboard together. There was text on the picture too, 'day 1 let's go!!' She smiled to herself. Just because they weren't together doesn't mean that she wasn't allowed to feel happy for his achievements. Even though she wishes to know all these big things from Tom himself she is, unfortunately, left here, watching a small part of his life flash in front of her for less than thirty seconds.

"Are you listening?" Hope, Y/N's date said.

"Yeah, I'm sorry. You were saying?" Y/N placed the phone back where it was resting, next to the cold wine bottle.

"You seem distant," they said.

When she 'met' Hope (she only really met them 30 minutes ago), Y/N wasn't looking for love, just sex, and that is what online dating specializes in. She hoped Hope knew what they were signing up for, sexual intimacy and nothing else.

"It doesn't matter does, does it? We both know what we are here for. Why not just cut the chase," Y/N replied.

It was early in the morning, the sun had yet to shine in its full glory. Y/N could only think of the first time she stayed over at Tom's old apartment but then she turned her head only to find Hope's naked body next to her. Her heartbeat accelerated with the realization that he was not hers anymore. Being in a foreign environment didn't help her growing anxiety, twisting and turning her intestines.

It's been four months, her feelings for Tom refuse to quit on her because she knows she could never quit on them, on him, even if he has. He probably has already found someone else in Canada, she thought. She didn't want him anymore but she still needed him, one last time just to teach her stupid heart how to say goodbye.

Y/N wore her clothes and picked up her shoes, going on a trail to find Hope's door to get out before they wake up. Climbing down the stairs, she took out her phone from the back pocket of her jeans.

'5 new messages from Sam' 7 hours ago

Sam: hey

Sam: ik it's late

Sam: I am going for a run tmr morning @6

Sam: do you wanna come?

Sam: will go to the new coffee house near my house after that

Y/N texted him back

Y/N: I'll meet you at the coffee place

Sam: come fast. already here

Sam and Y/N were standing in the queue to place their orders. “You look especially shitty today,” Sam said, running his right hand through his sweaty hair.

“I haven’t been home yet,” Y/N reasoned her appearance.

His mouth formed an ‘o’ shape. The person in front of them left the queue, they moved towards the counter. “One hazelnut latte, double shot with skimmed milk,” Y/N gave her order.

“And you?” the cashier’s question directed to Sam.

“I’ll have a matcha latte with oat milk”

Sam turned to Y/N, “Harrison got me on matcha, and now I can’t go back to coffee”

They paid their dues and moved over to the barista counter to collect their order.

“So, what were you doing last night?” Sam inquired.

“I was on a date, it isn't a big deal though. Just had some needs to take care of”

“Oh, was it any good?”

“It was fine. I was distracted the whole time. Saw Tom’s story about halfway into the bottle of merlot. Couldn’t stop thinking about him”

“Seems…sad. But you know Tom is coming back for the Christmas weekend, I think. He might attend Harrison’s Christmas eve party”

“One hazelnut latte and one matcha latte,” someone behind the counter screamed.

“That’s us,” Sam raised his voice.

Harrison had a bucket inside his house, under a sign that said 'drop your tracking devices here' with an arrow pointing to the bucket. Y/N dropped her phone on a pile of roughly fourteen others. Debating whether to see Tom's face was something she wanted or not made her late and not very fashionably.

The house was decorated with empty liquor bottles along with red and green streamers from one wall to another. Everyone was drunk in their best dress. There were no signs of Tom yet. Y/N took a deep breath, walking towards the kitchen to get herself some liquid courage to help her socialize.

The kitchen was rather scarcely populated. Empty glasses were lined up next to the sink. Are they clean or used? Bending down, Y/N opened the refrigerator to see if Harrison had any chilled wine. No luck. "Hey," a familiar voice was heard.

She looked up at the familiar stranger.

"Hey Tom," she smiled. The refrigerator light falling on Y/N made her blush visible.

She grabbed a half-cut lemon placed in the egg tray.

“How have you been?" Tom asked leaning back on the kitchen counter, observing her movements.

Y/N walked towards the sink to grab herself a crystal glass hoping for it to be clean. "Just busy with work these days"

"I heard you got a job at Condé Nast, is that true?" he took a sip from his beer.

"Well, you heard right. You are looking at their new senior brand manager for digital", she said proudly.

Tom hugged her from the side she was holding a knife to cut the lemon for her gin and tonic. "That's great darling! You always wanted to work there"

Darling. The butterflies in her stomach were fluttering like the first time she met Tom.

"I saw your story the other day. You started filming your script, right?" she dropped the lemon in the glass.

"Yup, it was a long time coming," he grabbed the knife she was using and washed it without even knowing. He was so used to Y/N never washing utensils after using them and, he would always have to clean up after her.

"Congrats on that babe!" The word 'babe' just slipped out of practice.

Y/N grabbed a Bombay Sapphire standing still on the marble slab. The blue of the bottle shinning even in the dim-lit room.

"I missed you," Y/N made eye contact, screwing the cap back on. A long, silent pause.

I miss you too, so very much

She cleared her throat, "so, how long are you staying?"

"Going back Monday morning"

She opened a can of tonic water.

"Are you seeing someone?" Tom asked.

"Wouldn't you wanna know" a smirk on her face grew. "I've been out on few dates, nothing serious. What about you?"

"Met this girl online, dated for a bit but, she wanted something I couldn't give to her"

Y/N scoffed, "did she have a foot fetish or something?"

"No, Y/N. She wanted love, not my feet" they both laughed.

"On that topic..." Tom calmed himself, "...I was listening to this song a few weeks ago and, there was this line, 'the smell of your hair reminds me of her feet' and it made me think of you"

"I reckon," she took a sip of her gin and tonic.

"No, seriously, I really related to that line. No matter how many people I hook up with, it will be hard to find the type of intimacy I shared with you. I still relate to it"

"I hate going on walks alone and having faceless dreams," Y/N blurted, lacking a proper reaction.

"You're still the face of all my fantasies," Tom confessed.

None of them knew what to say next. Anything they thought of saying now included walking over the blurry line of exes to lovers.

"You look pretty"

"Classic me, had a glow up after getting my heartbroken"

"You always looked this pretty. You are beautiful," Tom assured her. The 'heartbroken part did not sit well with him. He already felt guilty for taking a job across the pond which was a great opportunity for him to grow but was only possible by severing his ties with Y/N.

It had just started snowing on Boxing Day. Tom was alone in his cold home, boiling a pot of ramen noodles. He took out his phone and snapped a picture of the burning stove with the pot on top.

Tom: *attached photo*

Tom: I come back after months and my family leaves me alone with no food

Y/N: you should add a poached egg

Tom: Thanks. I shall.

Tom: I think I made too much ramen for me

Tom: do you wanna come over and share?

Her indecision was visible by the coming and going of the gray dots. Then finally, Tom could tame his anxiety by her simple reply.

Y/N: sure.

There was a loud knock on the door. Tom put two bowls of hot ramen on the dining table and went to open the door. Behind the door, Y/N was standing with her hands inside her brown checker coat. There was dust of snow sitting on her shoulders. Her braided hair was made by the most anxious hands in town.

The door opened and, Tom’s hands flew to take Y/N in his arms. They hugged like little kids hug their parents after being away from each other, for them, an eternity. It did feel like an eternity to them too but, they hadn’t forgotten each other’s touch.

“I parked my car at the church, couldn’t find any spot here ‘cause of the snow," she pulled out.

“The snow seems to be gaining momentum.”

Y/N hummed in agreement. She took off her coat and hung it in the Holland’s coat closet.

“Come on, the ramen is getting cold,” she followed tom into the kitchen.

They sat adjacent on the wooden table in comfortable silence. Tom used chopsticks and, Y/N used a fork. Only the occasional noodles falling in the broth were heard, along with the gushing of wind.

“It’s really spicy for me,” Tom said.

“Yeah, I can see your ears turning red.”

She still remembers

Y/N raised her hand to cover her mouth while yawning.

“Since you made the food, I’ll do the dishes,” she got up, grabbed their bowls, and walked over to the sink.

Wearing the gloves, she turned to Tom, “it was quite tasty”.

Tom gave her a smile.

She spread the soap on the dishes and turned the tap on. Tom pushed his chair back to get up.

“Have you made any friends at your new job,” he jumped and sat on the counter next to Y/N.

“Yeah, sort of. Kyara works there too so, I have just made her friends my friends,” she washed his chopsticks.

“That’s good. Have you talked to Emily after the wedding? She told me they are planning on adopting.”

“They invited me over for dinner when they got the approval from the agency. Kyara made this amazing Hyderabadi biryani, it was her mum’s recipe so, it was obviously better than the restaurant”

“God! You and your love for Indian food”

Y/N removed her gloves, “I should go. Thanks for the ramen, by the way”

“Are you sure you can go out in this weather?”

“Yeah I think," she started walking out of the kitchen.

Tom grabbed her hand. “Stay”, his voice was like cotton.

Y/N turned and made contact with his pleading eyes. She moved closer to him. “Please”, he said. They both were inching in to lock their desperate lips.

Y/N did not notice when she had fallen asleep talking to Tom. Their naked bodies were covered by the white comforter. Her eyes slowly opened to a boy with brown eyes and messy hair looking at her.

“I like it when you sleep. I love watching you sleep”

She chuckled. “That’s a bit creepy, don’t you think?” She had a sleepy voice.

“You look so serene, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I could stare at you for eons”

“But love, I'm only here till the snow settles,” she caressed his cheeks.

“Then the cold shall frost our limbs," he leaned in to kiss her.

tags: @elios-timotea

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x you #tom holland x y/n #spiderman #marvel fanfiction #marvel #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spider man #spiderman x you

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sparkbeast20 · 3 years ago

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You're my Treasure (Mammon X MC) Pt5

The Blue Lotus petals (series)

As a fan of Beauty X Beast pairing, Showing your “true self” to Lover or (Monster Love) Tropes. I figure to make a (More Demonic Forms AU/head canon) story for each brothers. heads up each brother’s Story is long as fuck. So, I’ll be posting them as parts and finishing one brother before moving on to the rest of them.

(spoiler for lesson 1-60)

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4

Warning: Swearing, Demonic nature, mention of Pain, Vomiting, Attempted Murder

Previously

He let go of his lips and stare at himself in the mirror.

“What the hell is happening to me?”

“You know, you kinda look cute with longer hair” you cooed Mammon playing with his hair which gotten longer, while his playing poker on his D.D.D

“Really Asmo hate it, he said I look like a banshee” he turns off his D.D.D and turn around to look at you.

“Hey! Asmo might be the demon with the eye in beauty. But you’re dating me and…… I kinda have a thing for dudes you long hair”

“Oh, if that so, Maybe I’ll keep this~” he slowly lean closer about to kiss you when you two hear a police whistle and froze in mid kiss.

“PDA officer, you’re under arrest for violating probation, after your incident of two week ago” Levi announcing himself with one hand rise up halt and the other holding a whistle near he’s mouth.

“Tch, oh please I can do what I want with y/n when no one’s home, you can’t just~”

“Y/n!” Luke voice startle you and Mammon, causing you to push him off of you.

“Hi Luke” Luke walks in, saw you and rush over for a hug, while Mammon quickly got on his feet and fix himself and smile to Luke like, he didn’t try to do something naughty.

“Eh? What were you two doing a moment ago?”

“Nothing!” you two screams in unions, just make the little angel more confuse, while in the background Levi glare at Mammon, Lucifer facepalm, Simeon smile, and Solomon chuckles behind his hand.

“While you two are doing “nothing” Lord Diavolo call to Summon all seven of us to the castle at once” Lucifer broke the awkward silent.

“Eh? Why are the angels and Shady here” Mammon asks?

“They’re here to accompany y/n while we're at the castle”

“Lucifer is it necessary, I’ll be okay alone in the house and I don’t want to trouble the three”

“Nonsense” Solomon spoke while walking over to you “we are more then happy staying with you here, beside this is a perfect opportunity to practices some defensive spells”

As Solomon and you are talking, Mammon notice something isn’t right, he glazes over to Lucifer and Simeon who are whispering at each other.

Once every brother gathers at the front door, that when stood up from the couch where you two are sitting.

“Hey” he calls to you and look back “Are ya sure you’ll be, okay? Maybe I can ask Lucifer for me to stay~” he was cut off, by you kissing him on the lips and hug him tightly.

“I’ll be okay, beside I don’t think that Lucifer will let you skip this one” you look at him with eye of caring. He quickly kisses the top of your head and hug you tighter. Then he hears a voice.

Don’t leave them!

Startle he look around the room to see where the voice came from.

“What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing” as he said it, you can feel his hold on you gotten tighter.

“Mammon! Let’s go” Asmo calls him to the front door.

“Be back soon kay’” with one final kiss on the top of your head, he let’s go and start walking to the door.

“What took you so long” Satan asks as he got there.

“I was hugging y/n….” Mammon trail off for a moment “Lucifer, do I have to go with you guys. I don’t want to trouble Simeon and Solomon~”

“Lord Diavolo called for all of us to came to the castle. I don’t want to hear anymore complaining from any of us. Especially you Mammon. End of discussion” Lucifer stern voice, silent the rest of the brothers.

He opens the door and when out first, follow by Satan, Asmo, and Belphie. While Levi and Beel look over to Mammon who has an angry look on his face, before following the rest out.

Mammon standing there think about how Lucifer always single him out all the time. Does Lucifer see him as a failure because of the casino incident or is it he and the rest of his brothers see him as nothing more than a scumbag and a joke. All then negative think he been hold back final spirally in his head. Which didn’t happen back then it’s not like his brothers never get the same treatment. But something about how sees Lucifer right now kinda piss him off.

He stomps his way out and close the door behind him. And process to the follow his brother from afar on their way to the castle.

“He’s loose!” Shock to what he just heard. Mammon can’t believe it,

“He tries to kill y/n two weeks ago.”

“I understand your upset Mammon, but we are doing all we can to find Basto as we speak. But that demon has powerful connection So, is going to be difficult to track him and~”

“KILL HIM!” he cuts Barbatos off, with a deeper voice. While Lucifer is at his last patients with Mammon right now.

“Mammon! Control your tone~”

“NO!! I will not control my “TONE” when there’s a demon out there ready to attack me or y/n because of my irresponsibility. I should be with my mate right! But NO. you knew and you didn’t told me or the rest of us” Mammon is fuming. He storm off out of the throne room as the brothers watches and Lucifer frustrated.

“Apologies Lord Diavolo, I’ll remain my brother to control his temper”

“No need Lucifer, I understand Mammon distress. But I want to help him right now, I’m not why but you must not let his anger over come him” with that Lucifer bows and processed to go after Mammon with rest of the brothers follow suit leaving the castle.

“Mammon! Stop” Lucifer calls out to his brother; however, Mammon keep on going straight home not paying attention to Lucifer or others calling him.

Until Levi rushes forward standing Infront of Mammon’s tracks. “Mammon please come down” but he just walks around him, then Levi grabs his wrist, stop Mammon for a moment.

“L-listen y/n is safe the reason, Lucifer didn’t tell us is because of this~” But Mammon looks back at his younger brother with disgusts causing Levi to flinch.

“Are You for Real. Levi!! You’re taking his SIDE” he pulls his hand out of Levi’s grasp turn to face Levi with his entire body tense up, as he stomps closer to Levi get to his personal step. As the others final catch, up to them

“I-I’m not taking anyone’s side” Levi is stuttering, really think hard not to say the wrong word.

“Why is it when Lucifer made a mistake or not tell us something you just go along withed”

“It’s not like that. P-please Mammon!” Levi is pleading to his brother right now. Something about Mammon’s emotional outburst at the castle doesn’t sit well him.

“Mammon be rational, will find that son of bitch and kill him. But we can’t act like this” Satan interject, as Beel and Asmo walk closer to Mammon slowly.

“I wouldn’t act like this if Lucifer told me, when the bastard got loose that day!” Mammon replied to Satan his voice is get louder and deeper.

“I didn’t tell you, for this exact reason. The moment you hear the news of Basto’s escape you got anger and emotional. And storm off out of the castle” Lucifer defended himself in a calm and collected tone which just made Mammon even more piss.

“Yeah, that’s you see me, that’s all of you see me. Nothing more of an impulsive and emotional one. NEWS FLASHS I wouldn't act like this. We're talking about Basto here the same demon I own money to. The same demon I been avoiding and hiding for years. The same demon who I know will do anything to get what he wants by using his contacts. AND THE SAME DEMON THAT TRY. NO! ALMOST KILL Y/N AT THE CASINO. The last thing I need to do is leave my mate alone in the house where he knows and can easily get to.”

“Mammon” Beel mumble his brother’s name. completely understanding were his coming from. As the others standing there in shock, as Mammon continue to rant or finally letting it all out.

“I’m sick and tired of all of you see me as useless. Not to mention the insults, after the shit that happen at the casino, I wanted to changes because I couldn't do anything to help…Hell saves y/n from Basto. But NO! Because our mighty older brother thinks I can’t be trusted with knowing my mate attempted murderer is loose in who’s nowhere”

“Mammon is isn’t like that, even if I told you and you did have had known. Its Basto were talking about, he won’t hesitate in kill y/n this time. What if Beel or I aren’t there~”

“I’m that weak!!” Lucifer, Satan and Belphie was startle. While Levi, Asmo and Beel took a step back and gasps at Mammon change in voice which gotten deeper and raspy and sclera of his eyes turns black with sapphire blue glowing iris.

“I will find him and kill him myself if the last thing I do” after saying all that turn heel and keep on walking.

“Mammon!” Lucifer calls to him, he pauses and his keep clenching and unclenching as Lucifer walk over to him “we won’t let anything happen to y/n~” a sharp cough cuts off Lucifer.

Mammon start couching violently causing him to cover his mouth and clinch his chest as he drops to his knees. The other saw and quickly rushes over, Beel and Satan kneel in each side with Belphie standing behind his twin while Levi, Asmo, and Lucifer stood Infront Mammon look down with fear and worry on their faces as they can only watch their brother keeps on coughing.

Mammon bend’s down place both hands on the ground. Then he starts to hurl, Asmo it and quickly look away and Levi covering his eyes. Lucifer just look on in horror.

Then Mammon start puking up blue ink-like substance. After a moment of panting Mammon look up to Lucifer before passing out. Satan and Beel quickly grab him by the arms and place them over their shoulder.

“Get him back to the house and into my room” Lucifer order Satan and Beel, who nod and carefully take their brother home with Levi and Asmo follow suit.

Belphie look on until he can’t see them anymore, then turn to look at Lucifer who is bend over to pool of blue substance. With the tip of his finger, he dips it and examine it, then it started to turn black.

“Is he?” Belphie asks Lucifer with a worry tone.

“We just have to keep an eye on him, what ever is happen is not good for us and y/n if my suspicion is correct.”

#obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me diavolo #obey me barbatos #obey me reader x mammon #obey me monster love #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me blue lotus petals

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bomberqueen17 · 3 years ago

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disorganized dilemma

so i’m. well. writing several interlocked pieces of fiction.

i went through a rough patch where i was super busy and had no time to update either of them.

the way the timeline works, one of them is set later than the other. the one set earlier has a bunch of time still to cover before it catches up.

the one set later is just about to start interlocking into an already-published bit that’s set even later.

also i got writer’s blocked on that bit with a bit of unexpected unattached plot, and so i haven’t updated that one in a while. but i just got unblocked and managed to finish another chapter.

the one farthest back in the timeline, i have just sat down and kind of blocked out where the chapters are. I have four and a half chapters done of that one. but not the climax of the story, which is going to have the scene i will surely take the title of the piece from. i know what’s got to happen, roughly, but i have not written it.

so on the one hand, i should update the one that’s going to start the interlocking part, because that’s exciting and that story has been waiting longest.

but on the other hand i should start posting the one farthest back in the timeline, to start catching it up.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

details behind cut, and brief snippets. i miss doing polls on LJ, wish I could do one here. Which story should I focus on updating first, hmm??

so. Trust is published. It takes place from like.... November to March. Fit For Pearls is ongoing, and has been on unofficial hiatus; they’re at like... February. Soon is the scene where Keira shows up in Nilfgaard to confess to murdering Halmatia during Aiden’s rescue, which iirc is in like, Dusty Corridors or so. We’ll need Luliana and Morvran’s POV on this.

and then the Peace-Tied arc, up North, featuring Iorveth and Roche, is still back in November. The next story is midwinter-ish and does not tie in to the others save to set up a situation that will then resolve in yet another story that then will tie into the continuity of Pearls and Trust.

anyway.

our update choice:

1) Pearls, featuring Geralt adopting Morvran at a boring party:

“Hey,” Geralt said, sidling up next to him and nudging Voorhis’s elbow with his own. “Did you try these scallops? They’ve got some kind of fancy ham wrapped around them.”

Voorhis turned empty eyes toward him, though he didn’t quite make eye contact. “Yes,” he said, “very good.”

“Now,” Geralt said, “can’t help but notice you’ve got a sapphire in that ring of yours. Did you know it used to be forbidden in Temeria for anyone not in the royal family to wear sapphires?”

Voorhis focused on him slightly more accurately, clearly trying to puzzle out what Geralt was getting at. “You know,” he said, “I don’t-- think I knew that?”

“No,” Geralt said, “it was only for a few years.” He shifted his weight a little, putting the bulk of himself between Voorhis and anyone else. “Shall I tell you about it?”

Voorhis’s gaze darted around uncertainly, taking in the various people around them, seeing that now that Geralt was in position no one else was trying to talk to him. He finally looked at Geralt’s face then. “Yes,” he said, quiet but intense.

and 2) Peace-Tied’s sequel, featuring Roche bemusedly contemplating elven adolescence:

Of all people, it was Faengil who rode up next to Roche, and stared at him. Of course the kid was a good rider. If he really was a kid. Maybe they were just fucking with Roche. After a few minutes the kid dropped back a little, and said to Ciaran, “Eighty.”

“Oh fuck off,” Roche said, “I am not eighty,” but he knew he’d more or less set himself up for this.

“Too old or too young?” Faengil asked, in apparently sincere earnestness. All right, he was young, that kind of obliviousness would be hard to fake.

“Well humans don’t live to be eighty,” Ciaran said.

“That’s not true,” Ruarigh said, “they absolutely do, I knew a woman who was ninety.”

“They live to be ninety,” Faengil said, with great conviction. From the way he said it, it was obvious he assumed that every human not otherwise killed dropped dead on the stroke of ninety.

“How have you never spent enough time with humans to know how long we live?” the former soldier asked. He was riding with Ves.

“Well we know how you die,” Iorveth said, but not loudly enough for the soldier to hear. Roche shot him a look, and Iorveth looked innocent. “Well? How old do Aen Sidhe live to be? Do you know?”

Roche sighed. “Not much older once I meet them, historically,” he said, gesturing resignedly with one hand. “Can we just acknowledge that neither of us has much of a leg to stand on, and move on?”

“So you’re seventy,” Faengil guessed. Roche glared at him. “I’m going the right direction,” he said confidently, and in that moment Roche could clearly understand that were this boy human he’d guess him to be no more than seventeen. “So, sixty!”

#the witcher #my writing #snippet post #fic updates

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abluescarfonwaston · 3 years ago

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Anyway this is @sapphire-wine fault so blame her.

Detective conan ace attorney au where Edgeworth gets reverted to the body of a child after he followed after two men dressed in black he suspected were a part of a smuggling ring. Gumshoe lost him and when Edgeworth woke up he was like 5 again.

Gumshoe finds him in a pile of his old clothes that he’s MANY sizes too small for now. But Gumshoe can’t afford to take care of him! And he Definitely cant go home. He can’t even reach the door handle! Luckily Mia, Wright and Maya are all at this theme park celebrating Wright’s first case win!

Gumshoe: Hey can you hold onto this for me for a second?

Wright: Huh? Sure?

Gumshoe: *Hands him tiny Edgeworth but in glasses and baby*

Wright: ... *Miles sweating bullets as Phoenix studies him* YOU’RE SO CUTE!

Edgeworth, master of being where the murders are gets Wright and Mia a Lot of work. Edgeworth is trying so hard to track down this smuggling ring and get his body back. Wright laments to... Tails (open to a better/worse fake name for Miles) that the man he studied law to met has suddenly disappeared. Phoenix and Tails share Wright’s bed the first few nights before they buy a second futon. Miles looks at him so sadly. Then Wright starts snoring and he looks less fond.

Miles regularly wakes Phoenix up in the middle of the night with nightmares. Phoenix cuddles him back to bed with all the Dad he will one day master. Talks to Mia about getting Tails into therapy because clearly that kid has seen some shit and is not handling it well.

Miles has to sit through first grade. It is a nightmare of children he does not know how to interact with (just like the first time!) and mind numbing boredom. (Just like last time!) Phoenix gets Many requests from the teachers to ‘just let the kids write his own reports please.’ Phoenix has no idea what they’re talking about.

He’s in a class with uhh Kay, Sebastian, Athena and Cody. They are very impressed by the fact he knows so much about the Steel Samurai and they make him watch the Jammin’ ninja as well. They solve kiddy cases as the Detective Kids. Sometimes these turn into murders/mafia/kidnappings. It’s Fine.

Franziska flies in to see her Father again. (Read: To look for her missing brother that she’s terrified her Father killed.) She is absolutely Brutal in court and Tears Wright and Mia apart. They manage to eke out a second day by the skin of their teeth.

Edgeworth sees her leaving. All rage and pain wrapped up in fury. Scrambles to remember what it was that kid called her that had her preening for Days.

“Hey Ms. Whip Lady!” Oh he was getting hit for that.

The hit never came. “... What is it small child?”

“Would you like to play chess some time with me?”

“... If you would like,” (I am so lonely here) “I suppose I could.” (I just want my brother back) “My little brother loves that game you know?”

“I do.”

Edgeworth sneaking into Lana’s office to find some key evidence about the smuggling ring. Gant Almost finding him. Badd searching for the same group. Shields returning and putting together who Miles is after like 0.5 cases with him and proceeding to almost blow his cover every single time they meet. Edgeworth questioning the system that corrupted him. Badd being Deeply frustrated people keep letting the 5 year old Tails run around the crime scene. (Gumshoe why are you letting this happen?!)

Miles learning that Kay’s father was killed by the smuggling ring to stop the investigation. That Athena’s uncle/brother was framed for murder by them. Realizing that Sebastian’s father is the head of the organization that attempted to have him killed (you thought it was a coincidence we went after you? You sniff around a little too much and Von Karma wasn’t moving fast enough) Cody is- well he’s just a very good boy with a camera and a love of the steel samurai and justice. Miles loves him very much.

Phoenix getting so desperate to just Know if Miles is alive or not that he asks Maya to channel him. (Mia already refused) Maya accidentally pulling Gregory instead and Gregory, lost and confused, comforting Phoenix.

Ema developing a ‘cure’ for his deaged state but unfortunately it only works for a little while. “Phoenix I-” Love you too. He wants to say. But their isn’t time. There is Never enough time.

Them all tearing down the entire smuggling ring and uprooting the deep roots of corruption in their system. The sword raised above the guilty chest of the corrupted and damned ready to plunge it in for one final victory over evil and madness-

When Von Karma kicks the feet out from under him.

And suddenly their whole case is falling apart because their Lead witness is suddenly pleading guilty to his father’s murder and there are so many voices demanding his guilt and so many more asking where Tails went- No one cared about Edgeworth. Edgeworth should just Die. Let him just die boy. Don’t make us force your hand.

Miles curling up that Same Exact way Tails does after an earthquake. Phoenix who was So ready to defend him realizing that Miles has been manipulating him for Months now and leaving the courthouse in a rage. Franziska holding her brother that she’s been looking for so long as his bones Melt back down to youth. A glazed eye boy taking the stand and confessing to his father’s guilt. Mia griting her teeth and not knowing how to proceed.

Von Karma demanding a verdict because It’s rather obvious isn’t it?

Franziska yelling out Objection! Standing against her Father. Shaking and demanding a fair trial for him. Protecting her Little Brother from her Father. From Papa with shaking hands.

(I spent the last months thinking you’d taken him from me once. I’ll not stand by and let you do that to me for Real)

He delaying the trial enough that Wright comes back. Them fighting side by side. The kids yelling out things that Miles taught them. The Ballistic markings Mr. Nick!

Coming together at the last minute to save Miles Edgeworth. Uncovering the truth and exposing the corruption of the system. Miles and Phoenix talking. I wanted to save you. You did.

Edgeworth taking the detective kids out for trips to the museum after its all over. Them being surprised how little their dynamic changes despite the fact he can now drive. He is still an absolute pushover but now he can buy them candy.

Lana and Mia reconnect over this kid they got very attached to (Miles vs Tails) and swapping stories and dragging him mercilessly. Maya dragging Edgeworth in his full adult glory to their (previously established) weekly steel samurai viewing party that Does take place in a mountain of pillows and blankets.

Phoenix sitting up late that first night that Edgeworth went back home and Missing. Missing all the space that was filled by another person. By caring for another person. (Shouldn’t it be a relief? Why am I so empty?) Mindlessly calling Edgeworth who answers because he can’t sleep even though he’s exhausted. (i don’t want to dream and wake up alone.) Come over Edgeworth. Edgeworth sleeping on the futon on the floor and Wright dropping his hand over the edge for Edgeworth to hold. Edgeworth not waking up alone.

Detective Conan au.

#miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #kay faraday #mia fey #maya fey #detective conan au #i'm not totally commited on the kids #maybe kay should be her normal age and we put someone else there. Pearl maybe?#and Kay comes back and gives Edgeworth alcohol to cure his cold and that's why he ages back up-#anyway #thanks SAPPHIRE #long post #writing

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